A/N: *comes to* Oh. Oh, hi, everybody. *clears throat* Okay. Things have been insane. I've been really flaky with my FF page, I know. First, there were some rather serious family issues going on. Second, I was gone for most of July and lost my job. Third, I've been frantically job hunting without internet access and working whenever I can find anything at all. So, as much as I'd love to have been posting like a fiend all summer, that has sadly not been the case :(
BUT. I want to get back into my fanfic and into writing in general. So, as an exercise to get my fingers typing again, I wrote this teensy drabble on August 4th and decided I'd do one each night for seven nights. Here is day one. I'll post the others in the coming days. I hope you enjoy them. And there will be updates to my multi-chapter fics coming as soon as my home computer is reconnected to the internet, so everybody cross your fingers! xxx
Goodnights
04/08/11
This was home. The cobwebs in dark corners might not quite be real if he couldn't see them, like a dream he could wake from. And she slept below him somewhere, where he could imagine her much more vividly than last year, than those weeks when she'd bunked with Ginny at the Burrow and he'd rolled his eyes every time they'd linked arms. But he didn't feel especially alive now when he'd wait for her, like he had this summer, at number 12. And what had changed, really? Their eyes had met on the stairs when she'd finally arrived, and was that a twitch at the corner of her mouth as he'd cleared his throat to say hello? His ears burned in the dark, and he remembered a silly notion from early age that such a feeling signified that someone was thinking particularly of you. He sighed when he closed his eyes and couldn't help wondering... and maybe he hadn't forgotten about each and every one of those cobwebs. Maybe not. But maybe tonight, they were just a bit further away.