Music Club: Play Me A Prompt (Term XXIII Activity #02)

[flyingharmony.livejournal.com]

Activity: Play Me A Prompt
Points: 5 points per fic/art; maximum of 30 points.
Deadline: Thursday, May 31st @ 21:59 UTC (timezone converter).
Details: Comment with at most five song prompts (i.e. a title, line/s, or an entire song). Then, browse through the other comments and use these prompts to write fic or create art - Harry Potter related. (Fic should be at least 250 words long, art can be anything, just no doodles. Show that you put some effort in your work!) You will receive five points per fic/art you submit with a maximum of 30 points. starianprincess, recognise this activity? 5 bonus points to you, if you participate!

Note: I turned notifications off for this, so if there are any questions, comments, music notes etc don't hesitate to PM me! (Also, I won't be here until Sunday or Monday, so if it takes me some time to answer, that's why. I'll get back to it, though, I promise!)

Note #2: Since there will be no roster grace periods at the end of activities, double check if you're on it. :)

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. Victor Hugo recommends you to join the Club.

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[caitieness.livejournal.com]

smart girl ;; merope(/tom) ;; pg13

When he was asleep and dreaming, you felt the most connected. That should have been your first clue but you never were good at admitting things to yourself. Instead, you watched his eyes move behind their lids and thought maybe he was dreaming of you. If you bothered to study much more on potionry, you'd problem know that his dreams weren't making any sense. Instead they were a jumbled mess of things before the potions interspersed with moments when he was in control of himself. He felt like he was trapped in a box that he couldn't see the walls of. You thought he was in love.

And your thought was the only one that matter. At least while you had the potion. Once he asked you what you were doing and -- even though he knew you were a wizard -- you lied and said cooking him something for dessert. After brewing, you ended up making a cake because you felt so bad about it. Lying to him made you feel bad. That should have been your second clue.

When he was awake and you weren't prompting him, he was a zombie. He sat and stared at nothing for hours at a time until you took your spot next to him. It was like a reflex how he reached for your hand. It wasn't like the old days when he constantly yearned for you. It was almost as if he wasn't thinking about it at all. You began to wonder if you messed up the ingredients in your last batch. But his eyes were full of love and you settled into the space beneath his arm with a kiss on his shoulder.

The third clue you misunderstood and that's when everything went wrong. You watched his eyelids flutter in the dead of night and your chest felt empty and sad. You were overcome with how much you loved him and you knew he loved you too. You kissed him awake. He reached his hand into your hair. You stroked his face and whispered a million apologies and with the most serene smile he said, "But I love you. You couldn't never do anything wrong."

You stopped giving him his potion, finally proving Daddy right after all these years -- you really aren't very smart.

caitie//hufflepuff//385 words

[ansera.livejournal.com]

ot, but your fics are amazing! <3

[caitieness.livejournal.com]

that's really sweet, thank you :)