Vi: ahhh pouting potterdom boys...run away run away...Remus and Aimee are cute, but Aiden and Aimee are cuter, their fic is up, two chapters now all thanks to you...hehehe heres the link: Flirting For the Socially Ineptyay! about what her brother did, you already know so I'm not tellin ya...you'll just have to figure it out...nahnahnah...I'm so evil
Voldemort: No I am.
Me: Where the fuck did you come from?
Voldemort: -evil stares- Really why would I tell you that you silly muggle.
Me: Why does everyone have this urge to call me silly muggle?
The cast in my head shrugs.
Harry: Don't call her silly... -stabbes Voldemort-
Voldemort: ahhhh...Death...
Me: Harry you just killed Voldemort!
Harry holding knife dripping with blood, stares at it: So I did.
A/N: welcome to chappie number nine, tis a short chapter, a filler chapter...mainly just a lot of fun. enjoy
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Light
by
mingingbent
There are two kinds of light—
the glow that illuminates,
and the glare that obscures.
– James Thurber
Chapter Nine: After Hours
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and she takes another step
slowly she opens the door
check that he is sleeping
pick up all the broken glass
and furniture on the floor
- Two Beds and a Coffee Machine, Savage Garden
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There is something haunting
in the light of the moon;
it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul,
and something of its inconceivable mystery.
- Joseph Conrad
Is it the moon or am I going mad?
The moon hung in the sky like a great yellow giant, round and looming, illuminating the night in a rich ochre glow. Ready to consume all in its wrath. And it was still an hour before full moonrise.
As Aimee padded down the hallway, a smoking goblet in hand, she could hear Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin bickering. She half-smiled, they rememinded her of Aiden and herself, quarreling like an old married couple. She snorted at that thought and stopped to listen rather than break up their tete-a-tete.
"Remus- can't I just this once?"
She could hear him sigh.
"No Nymph. Lock the door behind you and we'll see each other in the morning."
This must be a well-worm argument for Remus to have it so well memorized.
"Morning-ha, it's more like evening before you come out of here, you're an icredibly trying prat you know that. I wasn't planning on coming in here before morning, you act like I'm a stupid little girl."
Well, Aimee thought, she's got some spirit.
"Nymph, we've gone over this before, I'm not safe."
"She could even hear the hmpff 'Nymph' let out, and imagined her defience in her stance and in her eyes.
Well she'd heard all of self-deprecating sentiments from Remus she could stand for one night. So she knocked.
"Yes." She could sense Tonk's anger, that she kept hidden behind her voice.
"It's Aimee, can I come in?"
"Sure, let's make it a party. We're all just peachy in here." Tonks retorted.
Aimee chuckled at her use of American slang and opened the door.
Tonight the young metamorphagus had forgone her usualy pink getup for long, coffee brown ringlets that framed her heart shaped face, light lime green eyes blazed furiously. Remus was hunched at his desk, head in his hands, hair obscuring his face.
"Here," she placed the goblet down on the desk, "Remus."
"Huh?" He looked up and she could tell he was barely keeping the wolf inside in check, it shone in his eyes. She watched as he sniffed the air cautiously.
"Aims- surely."
"Drink up." He still looked suspicious.
"What is it with you people and poisoning?" She snapped.
"No- how, I didn't know anyone but Severus-"
"Pomfrey had the recipe in one of her books, though this will taste slightly better. I put milkweed in it. Solely for taste, I hear even on the best of days this is a nasty potion to stomach."
"Thank you, I really-"
"No. Stop that- and," she turned sharply to Tonks who stood stifly, in a guarded stance, "Let this lovely young lady take care of you, at least for tonight. God knows one of us should get some one of these days."
And with that she left.
Down in the kitchen Aimee sat with her notes on DeathEaters comparing them with Bill and Charlie (Moody and Kinsley had already left).
"Where's Fleur?"
"Off taking care of some things at home, she should be back tomorrow." Bill looked up and grimaced which made his face quite a sight.
Since the attack of Fenrir Greyback Bill had developed a preference for rare meat and dark chocolate, a uncanny agility, more powerful senses especially smell and sound, and insomnia around the full moon, plus a testy disposition before and after. The scars still hadn't healed, Bill have given up hoping, and were like jagged pinstripes of pale pink down his face.
Charlie was up due to the time change which he was still trying to get used to. Aimee still had trouble sleeping in the house.
"So what do we have so far?" Charlie appeared, carring a tray with a pot of hot tea, mugs and a few chocolate biscuits.
"You know you're becoming more like you mother every day." Aimee remarked taking a cup and dipping a biscuit in the steaming tea.
"I resent that comment." Charlie retorted trying to snatch the sugar away from her.
Bill chuckled deeply, "Well she does have a point."
"See Bill here knows what I'm talking about."
Charlie stuck his tongue out childishly at the both of them.
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