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Title: Let us sport us while we may
Words: 1025
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I have no legal rights over these characters. This story is written for entertainment, rather than profit.
Summary: Um, a summer's evening, a shirtless Remus, and a lustful Sirius.
Author's Notes: Oh, my, I'm rusty on this pairing, but how I love them, even now.

( There are new spells being murmured above him now, long liquid vowels in that careful voice. )

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Title: A Twilight Wooing
Rating: PG
Words: 1219
Prompt: Identical twins Er, they're alluded to, anyway. Reconciling plot and canon was hard enough with this installment.
Disclaimer: They belong to JKR. I’m just borrowing them.

( In Which Sirius Black Bends Some Rules… )

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Title: A Twilight Wooing
Rating: PG
Words: 1111
Prompt: Here we lived and fed . . . not minding the little space, trod on each other like birds in a hole, elbowed our ways without spite, all talking at once or silent at once . . . but never I think feeling overcrowded, being as separate as notes in a scale.
~ Laurie Lee, Cider with Rosie
Disclaimer: They belong to JKR. I’m just borrowing them.

( In Which Fleur Delacour Takes Charge… )

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Title: A Twilight Wooing
Rating: PG
Words: 1285
Prompt: Vegetable wooing
Disclaimer: They belong to JKR. I’m just borrowing them.

( In Which Remus Lupin Brings Gifts… )

Hello!

Apologies for the long silence - life has been a tad hectic of late. Since I last posted I've moved house (twice), gone back to uni, dealt with various crises and been sans internet for a few weeks (my course started early, but they wouldn't issue me with the paperwork to get my connection sorted until everyone else came back).

I'm afraid I don't have any more Summer of the Dragon at the moment, as I've just been too overwhelmed to write myself through a block on the next chapter. It's on my to-do list, and I'm being to adjust to my lecture load now, so should be back into the swing of things soon.

I shall be tackling comments as and when, but please don't think I don't love you :) Every comment is cherished and treasured and will be answered - I'm just still a little short on time when I can get online.

Hello, anyone new ^_^ Nice to meet you.

And now, onto something fresh. Yeah, I have no willpower. This doth be A Twilight Wooing (provisional title) aka. scarvesnhats 2006. It isn't part of the Rising Storm Universe, but the characteristions will be similar - I just wanted to play with the timeline differently.

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Title: A Twilight Wooing
Rating: PG
Words: 1052
Disclaimer: I have no rights over these characters. I make no claim that they are mine. I just like to write about them when my own characters aren’t feeling cooperative.
Prompt: All things on earth point home in old October: sailors to sea,
travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and
the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.

~ Thomas Wolfe

( In Which Remus Lupin Gets Windswept )

Title: Definitions
Words: 1105
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Remus gets back to discover all his book have been confiscated.
Author's note: 'Ullo. Sorry - haven't been around much. Too busy with real life stuff.

( It was hard to tell, given that they only used drawers for storing illegal materials, but the only book he could see in the chaos was the one Sirius was reading. )

Title: Dreamers
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine :(
Words: 1264
Prompt: eggs and bacon, pickled walnuts and cheese
Summary: Below Alderley Edge, Cheshire, July, 1979. I've drawn on both the legend of the wizard of Alderley Edge and, for supplementary details, on that of the sleeping warriors of Craig-y-Dinas

( The night was warm and resonant around them, humming with the taste of old magic, stirred up like pollen on the breath of the wind. )

Title: Relieving Boredom
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine :(
Words: 1249
Prompt: Sheltering from the rain
Summary: Rutland, July, 1979.

( Remus is getting increasingly pink and breathless  )

Title: Timeless
Rating: G
Prompt: "Summer afternoon--summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."
--Henry James
Summary: Trinity Hall, Cambridge, July 1979. On a summer afternoon, Cambridge really is the most beautiful city in the world (summer makes up for the other nine months of dismal austerity).

( ’Timeless’ )

(Yes, I know I've skipped a day - it's stuck on my home computer)

Title: Traditions
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: Only Fliss is my invention
Prompt: "My mother, who hates thunder storms,
Holds up each summer day and shakes
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there"

--Philip Larkin, Mother, Summer, I
Summary: The wedding’s over, and the best man’s gone missing again.

( Chief bridesmaid has first dibs on the best man )