"She gets up and gives him a smile. It’s a smile that comes out of forcibly pressing your lips together so that your mouth doesn’t open… so that you can’t cry."
Leap Year (Dr/Hr fanfiction)
A smile escapes onto his lips, and he sends it to her, locking his gaze with hers for an instant. The fact that she is there, still beside him, makes him happy. Really, honestly, indisputably happy. This thing that has happened so fast makes his heart pound and his throat close when she’d around. He had all but abandoned the hope of ever feeling this way, and here it is—here she is.
You know the way it looks when the sky is dark just before it rains? The way colors are different than they are in the sun—pink flowers glow, the green grass is fluorescent, despite the dull, grey sky. There’s something … otherworldly about the air, too. Like I don’t really belong right there, right then.
Sometimes I think she stands out like that. Not that she wears bright clothing or glows, at least not in the literal sense. It’s when I’m not looking at her that I notice it most, when she’s just out of my direct sight. My peripheral vision picks up this … aura. All right, you could call it a glow. But it isn’t something you can see so much as sense. And it isn’t something you can figure out easily. It takes time and patience, and I honestly don’t think anyone ever bothered before.
Raindrops on Roses
(D/Hr HP Fanfic)
Wotcher, as defined by Urban Dictionary
An English colloquial greeting that perplexed thousands of Americans upon reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Tonks uses it as a greeting, obviously requesting a sexual favor that will take place in the 6th book.
I lol’d.
