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

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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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Percy and Oliver; Gray

Percy threw the fag on the ground, stepping on it and watching as the last of the redness disappeared into gray. It reminded him of his hair, now dark and matted –dirt and Merlin knew what had collected over the past week; he’d almost forgotten what water felt like on his skin. He watched, hazel eyes fixed on the building opposite, knowing that the charms he’d cast around himself, almost without thought, would keep him hidden.

A man came out, large and bounding. Oliver, he thought fondly, watching him walk towards what he knew was the direction of his flat. The man was practically skipping – even with Quidditch cancelled, Oliver gave everything to his new position as Auror, and that satisfied him for now, Percy would guess. Then, Oliver stopped suddenly, gaze jerking towards where he stood.

He moved further back, even though he knew Oliver couldn’t possibly see him. Oliver frowned, then shook his head, looking around him. “If you’re here,” Oliver said loudly, “then you should come out. I have dinner.” He paused, and Percy stood still, not even realizing that he was holding his breath. The second passed, and Oliver shook his head again. “Just stay safe,” he said, then added, “asshole.” The word was the kindest thing Percy’d heard in a while.

As Oliver walked away, the bounce in his step gone, the coin in Percy’s pocket burned for a moment. Percy didn’t sigh, he was past that stage, and wondered whether this was worth it.

Mia/Snake/250