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for 15minuteficlets
Molly waves her wand at the walls of 12 Grimmauld Place and sighs even as she speaks. The grime that she swears was not there when she went to bed [and she will not admit to anyone, not even Arthur, just how late that was] is firmly in place yet again. It yields to her charms just as easily as it did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and all the days before; but it brings her no comfort.
Fred and George thunder down the stairs and into the kitchen, leaving a yelling portrait in their wake. They trail mud from their feet and water from their hair, and if she didn't know better [and she doesn't], Molly would say they've been out and about. But she yells at them to clean up their tracks, and they exchange meaningful looks and don't say a word. They'll continue on their business soon enough.
Ginny wakes to find her shoelaces tied together and a frog in her hair. She mutters about exactly where she's going to hide the bodies of her bloody brothers, and sends the frog leaping across the room as she sits up. It takes small jumps, and travels from one end of the table to the other, rendering Hermione's notes temporarily unreadable [she knows better than to leave them out unattended, incomplete]. Ginny ignores it as she pads to the bathroom. She has places to go and people to see, and errands that are [never-ending] not going to run themselves.
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the word for this week was complete
for 15minuteficlets
Molly waves her wand at the walls of 12 Grimmauld Place and sighs even as she speaks. The grime that she swears was not there when she went to bed [and she will not admit to anyone, not even Arthur, just how late that was] is firmly in place yet again. It yields to her charms just as easily as it did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and all the days before; but it brings her no comfort.
Fred and George thunder down the stairs and into the kitchen, leaving a yelling portrait in their wake. They trail mud from their feet and water from their hair, and if she didn't know better [and she doesn't], Molly would say they've been out and about. But she yells at them to clean up their tracks, and they exchange meaningful looks and don't say a word. They'll continue on their business soon enough.
Ginny wakes to find her shoelaces tied together and a frog in her hair. She mutters about exactly where she's going to hide the bodies of her bloody brothers, and sends the frog leaping across the room as she sits up. It takes small jumps, and travels from one end of the table to the other, rendering Hermione's notes temporarily unreadable [she knows better than to leave them out unattended, incomplete]. Ginny ignores it as she pads to the bathroom. She has places to go and people to see, and errands that are [never-ending] not going to run themselves.
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the word for this week was complete
