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thistlechaserSo I changed my mind and wrote for HP100 this week, and ended up disturbing myself. Not only my first time writing f/f (*twitch*), but, well, the pairing...
Title: Love in Greenhouse #3
House: Slytherin
Words: 100
Characters: Professor Sprout and someone else.
A/N: I was going to take a break for this week, but then got hit with an idea. Also, this is my first time writing femmeslash. Man, this girly-girly stuff is hard!
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In my dreams, Professor Sprout and I are alone in the greenhouse. I close my eyes and the images come: My hands gliding across her skin; she leans forward so that her breasts come into my reach. Her pointy hat falls away... her curly hair tickles against me.
The class is loud and interrupts my dreams.
Professor Sprout isn't nearby, so I'll have to settle for the next best thing. I reach for my neighbor's pot and pull it closer, and try to climb into it with him.
"Oh look!" Sprout cries as she notices. "The Mandrakes are ready to harvest!"
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evilgrayson's stalker ex-SO is a real creep. She set her LJ so that only people with LJ accounts could post, so he went out and got himself an account. You've heard the saying 'I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person'? Well, that's what arguing with him is like. We don't need no steenkin' grammer(sic)!
59 days until my vacation! Woo!
Title: Love in Greenhouse #3
House: Slytherin
Words: 100
Characters: Professor Sprout and someone else.
A/N: I was going to take a break for this week, but then got hit with an idea. Also, this is my first time writing femmeslash. Man, this girly-girly stuff is hard!
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In my dreams, Professor Sprout and I are alone in the greenhouse. I close my eyes and the images come: My hands gliding across her skin; she leans forward so that her breasts come into my reach. Her pointy hat falls away... her curly hair tickles against me.
The class is loud and interrupts my dreams.
Professor Sprout isn't nearby, so I'll have to settle for the next best thing. I reach for my neighbor's pot and pull it closer, and try to climb into it with him.
"Oh look!" Sprout cries as she notices. "The Mandrakes are ready to harvest!"
evilgrayson's 59 days until my vacation! Woo!
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Date: 2003-09-15 09:56 am (UTC)I'm not seeing her online anymore.
Last I heard, she won't be around online much anymore. New life, "growing up", all that.
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Date: 2003-09-16 03:28 am (UTC)I'll be around again. Even if it takes the PC a few days and a complete overhaul to work again.
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Date: 2003-09-16 06:41 am (UTC)...Highly amused. ;)
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