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alt_charlieRight, you're probably on tenterhooks to hear how it went. Sorry, neither one of us can stop giggling for long enough to write an after-action report --
-- look, sorry, I'll apologise right up front, we've been making horrible puns at each other for hours and I don't think I can stop it.
Right. Okay. We got to the site and staked out a reasonable spot an hour or so early. Sirius was worried about MLE being there, so he suggested we bring a tent so if we got caught we could spin a story of Mrs Ponds cheating on her husband with that bloke she went to school with and needing a place where we wouldn't get caught, and it worked a right treat; they gave us the stink-eye, but the Auror who came to check it out was a right git and he thought it was funny, so when I slipped him a few Galleons he left us alone. Anyway, nobody else interrupted us, so the tent was a good idea.
And we did remember to take up the floor so we were on bare grass like you said we should be. Those chants are so funny, you know? Took me three times before I could get through my part without cracking up. Tonks was better at it, but I
...right. Concentrating. Sorry, we've both been so giddy ever since that we had to come hide out in the inn, we didn't trust ourselves on brooms or Apparating. Or, you know, walking without clutching at each other and laughing ourselves stupid and falling down a lot.
Anyway. It did something. Neither of us could really figure out what, and neither of us can put it into words, but we felt this sort of ... whoosh? During, and after, I mean. And not the way people usually mean it. I thought it felt green and golden all over, and warm like you feel when you've got a nice hot cocoa with a bit of brandy in it and you're sitting by the fire, and a bit like a dragon's skin when she's nesting. Tonks said that for her it was like the whole world was a little brighter, a little sharper and more real. But neither of us could put a finger on something and say, conclusively, yes, this is something that happened, this worked.
But like I said, we're both arse over teakettle with giddiness, and, I mean, it's not like we're usually all grim and dour when we're out together, but this is a bit ridiculous. This is going to wear off, right?
(Tonks made me check four times that this was really locked and really a PM. Yes, nosy Nellie, I'm not that bad off.)
-- look, sorry, I'll apologise right up front, we've been making horrible puns at each other for hours and I don't think I can stop it.
Right. Okay. We got to the site and staked out a reasonable spot an hour or so early. Sirius was worried about MLE being there, so he suggested we bring a tent so if we got caught we could spin a story of Mrs Ponds cheating on her husband with that bloke she went to school with and needing a place where we wouldn't get caught, and it worked a right treat; they gave us the stink-eye, but the Auror who came to check it out was a right git and he thought it was funny, so when I slipped him a few Galleons he left us alone. Anyway, nobody else interrupted us, so the tent was a good idea.
And we did remember to take up the floor so we were on bare grass like you said we should be. Those chants are so funny, you know? Took me three times before I could get through my part without cracking up. Tonks was better at it, but I
...right. Concentrating. Sorry, we've both been so giddy ever since that we had to come hide out in the inn, we didn't trust ourselves on brooms or Apparating. Or, you know, walking without clutching at each other and laughing ourselves stupid and falling down a lot.
Anyway. It did something. Neither of us could really figure out what, and neither of us can put it into words, but we felt this sort of ... whoosh? During, and after, I mean. And not the way people usually mean it. I thought it felt green and golden all over, and warm like you feel when you've got a nice hot cocoa with a bit of brandy in it and you're sitting by the fire, and a bit like a dragon's skin when she's nesting. Tonks said that for her it was like the whole world was a little brighter, a little sharper and more real. But neither of us could put a finger on something and say, conclusively, yes, this is something that happened, this worked.
But like I said, we're both arse over teakettle with giddiness, and, I mean, it's not like we're usually all grim and dour when we're out together, but this is a bit ridiculous. This is going to wear off, right?
(Tonks made me check four times that this was really locked and really a PM. Yes, nosy Nellie, I'm not that bad off.)
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Date: 2014-05-02 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-02 03:17 am (UTC)Although I think your toes
esare perfect anyway. They're very cute toes. No matter what they look like at the moment. I always like your variety of toes! It's like a garden of new toes, every time I see them!Oh, Circe's tits, we are off our nuts.
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Date: 2014-05-02 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-02 03:21 am (UTC)I wonder if she could morph too.
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Date: 2014-05-02 03:25 am (UTC)Sploooooosh.