I'll lick you till you can't stand up

I am re-reading Tom Sawyer for scribbulus_ink's Classic Canon Challenge. "Finally, Tom said: 'I can lick you.' [...] 'I dare you to step over that, and I'll lick you till you can't stand up.'"

I so want to include it in my fic. I really do.

Before I can do that, however, I want to finish my Remus/Bill fic. I popped into my head all finished, structure, title and such, and all I need to do is write it down. Doing quite well, too; the rough draft is written, all that's left is the porn bit. I am not, as yet, sure whether I should make that bit really, really elaborate or not. I was planning on going into detail. Should I change my mind, I wonder?

Bill is not amused, though. I wrote the, ah, climactic dialogue two nights ago and realised that I had Bill go through all this before, when I paired him up with Sirius. He is rather tired of having to shag emotionally repressed men who don't see his worth. Oh well.

( Random thoughts on Remus and Bill. And Remus/Bill. )

Because my flist spurs me on to great heights

Inspired by camillabloom's comment on my inability to spell 'Lockhart':

Title: The Return of the Muses
Word Count: 100

It was nice to be able to remember again.

Some memoried were a bit fuzzy, but on the whole, he was doing fine. Most memories were good: full of dazzling smiles and alabaster skin and firm hands and lush hair and sparkling eyes.

All his own, of course.

There was also another memory. Of smell and heat and wild.

He twirled his quill between elegant fingers. Joined handwriting wasn’t so hard when one got the hang of it. And with this title, a bestseller was a dead cert.

In lilac ink, Gilderoy Lockhart carefully painted the words:

Gobbling with Grims.

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The next masterpiece is inspired by mctabby's offer of absinthe poetry here. The Shrieking Shack incident (PoA) in a nutshell.

( Cut for length, as it's in verse. )