Drabble: Only End in Tears
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attackfishDisclaimer: Sweet Nameless Creator(s) I'm glad this isn't canon!
Author's Note: Once again I decry responsibility and lay it squarely at the feet of the lovely ladies at Potions and Snitches, excepting my own self, with a side inclusion of the terrible Cat. Upon viewing one of my challenges, one lady remarked, "why can't you write any happy challenges, Fish, why must it always end in tears?" Cat, who I forced to read this, replied, "or gay marriage..." and another lady at Potions and Snitches, not privy to that verbal insertion responded, "I don't know, you could use love potions..." I said, "but that would take out all the lovely angst!" to which the second lady responded (quite rightly, I must interject) , "The angst comes when the potion wears off and they're locked away in St. Mungos."
Only End in Tears
The tumblers clinked together in mutual misery as their respective possessors brought them to their lips to sip.
"I never notished how lovely your eyes were," James slurred, almost sliding off his stool.
Severus Snape leaned forward to kiss him, the whiskey jumping away as his elbow almost sent it careening over the table edge. A tiny fist formed, pinched from the rest of the glass and shook itself at him.
When the potion wore off some hours later, the alcohol dispersing with it, through their hangovers, both men started to gibber.
They have their own ward at St. Mungos.
Author's Note: Once again I decry responsibility and lay it squarely at the feet of the lovely ladies at Potions and Snitches, excepting my own self, with a side inclusion of the terrible Cat. Upon viewing one of my challenges, one lady remarked, "why can't you write any happy challenges, Fish, why must it always end in tears?" Cat, who I forced to read this, replied, "or gay marriage..." and another lady at Potions and Snitches, not privy to that verbal insertion responded, "I don't know, you could use love potions..." I said, "but that would take out all the lovely angst!" to which the second lady responded (quite rightly, I must interject) , "The angst comes when the potion wears off and they're locked away in St. Mungos."
Only End in Tears
The tumblers clinked together in mutual misery as their respective possessors brought them to their lips to sip.
"I never notished how lovely your eyes were," James slurred, almost sliding off his stool.
Severus Snape leaned forward to kiss him, the whiskey jumping away as his elbow almost sent it careening over the table edge. A tiny fist formed, pinched from the rest of the glass and shook itself at him.
When the potion wore off some hours later, the alcohol dispersing with it, through their hangovers, both men started to gibber.
They have their own ward at St. Mungos.
