ooh! fun! play with me?
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mirabellawotr originally) and i love it! what fun. especially because, in collecting first lines, i have also finally put all my newish (as in, from july and august) drabbles and ficlets in my memories. also, because other people do all the work. rad.
"...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.
It was all his fault anyway.
He never told Harry.
Desperate, Ron pushes the back of his hand into his mouth and bites down, hard.
Remus stirs from a thin sleep and opens his eyes to see white sunlight through almost-bare trees.
They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving.
It’s beautiful.
Fleur and Krum are one thing.
Harry stands under the hot water, humming to himself and not moving, for as long as he can.
it's not like he owes george any explanation.
it's those teeth.
The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired.
Hermione tiptoes into the room, glances over her shoulder at the clock.
"Remus," said Sirius.
Hermione always felt dirty after sex with Ron.
“Dean. Dean, wake up.”
“Move.”
Comparisons are odious.
“No, not exactly,” protested George.
Percy remembers a time when he wasn’t afraid to talk to Oliver.
“Weasley. What are you doing in here?”
Sirius is on the front steps, knees drawn to his chest, shivering violently.
“I can’t help but wonder…” Willow murmurs, “How my life would have been different if I were born here.”
“Sirius, is that you?"
Dominic took another drag from his cigarette and looked up at the cloud-covered
night sky.
mirabellawotr originally) and i love it! what fun. especially because, in collecting first lines, i have also finally put all my newish (as in, from july and august) drabbles and ficlets in my memories. also, because other people do all the work. rad."...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.
It was all his fault anyway.
He never told Harry.
Desperate, Ron pushes the back of his hand into his mouth and bites down, hard.
Remus stirs from a thin sleep and opens his eyes to see white sunlight through almost-bare trees.
They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving.
It’s beautiful.
Fleur and Krum are one thing.
Harry stands under the hot water, humming to himself and not moving, for as long as he can.
it's not like he owes george any explanation.
it's those teeth.
The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired.
Hermione tiptoes into the room, glances over her shoulder at the clock.
"Remus," said Sirius.
Hermione always felt dirty after sex with Ron.
“Dean. Dean, wake up.”
“Move.”
Comparisons are odious.
“No, not exactly,” protested George.
Percy remembers a time when he wasn’t afraid to talk to Oliver.
“Weasley. What are you doing in here?”
Sirius is on the front steps, knees drawn to his chest, shivering violently.
“I can’t help but wonder…” Willow murmurs, “How my life would have been different if I were born here.”
“Sirius, is that you?"
Dominic took another drag from his cigarette and looked up at the cloud-covered
night sky.
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Date: 2004-10-06 02:00 pm (UTC)They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving. Sirius stares at James's parents as the train slows and wishes there was some charm that would make his more like them.
James leans forward and slips a bulging envelope into his hand as the train pulls to a stop. "It wasn't easy getting this, so don't lose it like you usually do."
"I don't," Sirius protests automatically, but opens the envelope. James slaps his hand away from what's inside.
"Not now, you berk. I just thought you might want it."
Later, alone in his room after a dinner that's made him want to scream and break expensive and dingy plates, he tips a bottle cap onto his bed and stares at it until a note flutters out after it: IT'S A PORTKEY, STUPID.
Sirius laughs and scoops it back into the envelope and shoves it under the bed. Later, when he appears in James's bedroom, shaking with rage, his books and a few clothes wrapped in a pillowcase, James doesn't bat an eye. When it occurs to Sirius to wonder why, James only shrugs and said, "You'd have sent it back if you hadn't already decided to come."