Another perfectly normal Sunday
Sunday, December 10th ~*~ Late Afternoon
Daphne was stretched out on the couch in front of the telly; Harry's head on a pillow in her lap as they watched a movie. Her fingers slid through his hair gently, brushing against his ear every once in awhile. The week had been hectic with all the shoppers stopping in for a bite to eat as they prepared for the holidays and it was so nice to be able to just relax and veg without a care in the world.
Her head tilted back, eye lids growing heavy as thoughts of an afternoon nap began to stir. Daphne shifted slightly to cuddle into the couch and froze at the unexpected sight of Dobby standing in the doorway wringing his hands.
"We've got company," she whispered to Harry. Best not to startle the
insane eccentric elf.
I hate people when they're not polite
Saturday, May 20 || Late morning
Remus sent the remains of their breakfast off to the table in the other room. The House Elves could clear it up later.
He settled back down in the covers next to Izabel, one hand propping up his head.
"I like this restaurant. Let's do lunch here too." Eyebrows went up innocently. "And maybe a dinner engagement ..."
Grading papers could wait.
When You've Been Through Everything I Have, Paranoia Is Merely A Precaution!
Friday, May 19th ~ Early Morning
Draco twisted over on his side, drawing one of his pillows closer as he blearily cracked open one eye to see where the noise - was that a cackle? - that had awoken him came from.
Eh. It's just Oven, passed through his sleepy brain as his eye closed again. And sprang open, fully this time.
"Fuck!" Came from the floor on the other side of the bed as he tripped over his blankets in attempting to flee.
"Back to hell, demon! Back to hell!" The sound was slightly muffled by the carpet pressing into his face, but the sentiment was there.
Where the hell is my - fuck! On the nightstand. On that side of the bed.
Love, love is strange
Wednesday, May 17th -- Evening
Dobby was pleased that Winky had been able to visit during the middle of the week. Lately they had only been able to see each other on Sundays, the day the Great Harry Potter, Sir had given Dobby to spend anyway he chose.
But tonight was a special occasion. Tonight was Winky and Dobby's anniversary.
They were going to eat the dinner that Miss Daphne had made especially for them, and watch one of Winky's favorite movies (which Dobby wasn't terribly fond of - Winky got a funny look in her eyes when Mr. Johnny Castle was on the telly).
The soft pop of Apparation came from behind him and with a grin, Dobby turned around.
Sunday, March 12th ~ Evening
Sirius left his room in favor of the living room, hoping that the change of scenery would clear his mind. The solitary atmosphere of the house was beginning to wear on him, and his thoughts -- particularly those that insisted upon remembering the what led him to be as he was -- left him feeling discontent.
He made himself a drink and nursed it for a while, before considering going for a walk. It would give him something to do, after all.
The Hunt For Winky
Monday, December 5th ~ Morning
Draco watched the sun creep through the gap in the curtains, turning to look at the clock by the bed. Ten in the morning?!? This better work, it's too bloody early to be awake. Grabbing the smaller blanket he had placed at the foot of the bed the night before, Draco pulled the bed coverings over his head as he sat cross legged at the side while hunching over. Pulling a pillow under to elongate the shape of the lump from the outside, he sat in wait for his prey.
A whole week. This is ridiculous. Next time I run around chasing something and hollering for Winky, it better be attached to a man.