"You failed," Came a voice from beside her.

She jumped in surprise. She had been alone, or so she had thought, and the sudden sound took her aback, "Stars… you scared the living poopie out of me!" She turned to see who had startled her and sat staring at him… with her mouth hanging open. Not exactly the look she'd want to have upon their first ever face-to-face meeting, but alas… "You're…"

"I am," He agreed.

"But you're not… you can't…"

"Ah," He disagreed, "But I apparently am…"

"This doesn't make sense," She argued.

"Life rarely does," He tentatively agreed.

Her name was Ajellah, or AJ to some, and she was a writer… of sorts. Her muse had been absent for some time… missing for years in fact, yet there he sat, in Peanut's desk chair across the room, as if he'd been there all along. A random thought came to her and slipped past her lips before she could think to stop them, "Sometimes… I hate you."

"I know," He acquiesced, and grinned, "You love that word."

"What?"

"Acquiesced…" He stated and then grinned again, "It does have a nice flow to it… but you use it too often."

"Shut up and get out of my head," AJ pouted.

"Now, now…" Harry adjusted his position in the narrow, wobbly desk chair, "You don't really want me to do that, now do you?"

AJ hesitated, but stubbornly said, "Yes."

Harry snorted, "If I did that, you'd have writer's block again and you're finally writing… which is partly why you've been neglecting these short stories and utterly failed your own goal of writing a prompt a day…"

"Yes, but you're not sitting still. It's hard to write when you keep changing which version of Harry that you want to be today… and then, and then there are the times when you're not… well, you," She said with utter exasperation.

"That's hardly my fault," Harry rebutted, "I can only inspire one thing at a time. It's your mind that keeps flitting from one story to another before finishing the first… and technically you're not working on the one story that you should be…"

AJ groaned in frustration, "I know. I know… stupid SDDJ is just… there. I mean… your summer is giving me heartburn, there's just too much information to get across and then you go to school, and I hate writing that… I mean, really? How many times can one person write about the school years before they want to just kill all of the characters?"

"Apparently not even once," Harry admitted.

"What?"

"You have yet to finish a single complete seven years for one of your stories."

"I hate you."

"Truth hurts…"

"Whatever," AJ said dismissively.

Harry's eyes narrowed, "How many times can a person have a damned prophecy dangling over their head and be expected to follow it through to the end without going completely bonkers and killing everyone or going dark?"

"Um…"

"Yes, exactly," Harry said triumphantly, "You keep sending me off to do whatever it is you want me to do and expect me to do your bidding like some bloody performing monkey, yet you can't even complete one little story? I have no sympathy for you."

"I could just leave you in Middle-earth, or your sixth year or worse… in Forks."

Harry gasped comedically, "You'd dare?"

"I have other stories I'm writing…"

"Yet they don't speak to you like I do," Harry pointed out and then said, "And I did not gasp comedically, it was 'dramatically'."

"My stars, do you ever stop?"

"Nope!" He grinned mischeviously and then pointed out her misspelling of mischievously.

"I really can't with you…"

"Then finish at least one story, that's all I ask."

"I've been working and…" She sighed tiredly and totally not comedically, mischeviously (spelled wrong again), sarcastically or dramatically for that matter. "Stop it, Harry!"

He grinned unrepentantly and with a jaunty wave Harry evaporated as the front door opened. Her daughter #2 called up the stairs as she set down her keys, and kicked off her shoes, "Mom? What's for lunch? I'm starving…"

With a roll of her eyes, she reminds her, "Elipsa, you're always hungry…"

Ajellah stared at the empty chair and with a small grin, she saved the document before making her way downstairs.

So, I failed to write a prompt a day... yup, I suck... but I did start writing again, so yay? Now if I could just finish one freaking story I'll be happy... I'm close, but not done.

For those who bothered to read these prompts, thank you and I hope you enjoyed them half as much as I did writing them...