Quick Quill Quotes Week #15

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It's Wednesday!

Some of us are feeling tired and run-down. Some of us can't wait for the weekend to finally come. And some of us have already thrown our plot bunnies into the ether.

But never fear, Quick Quill Quotes is here!

Take up your Biros and Ballpoints! Brandish your sharpener and retrieve that dreaded red marker from its dusty corner! Flex those fingers!


The current week's theme is: Yuletide

This can be anything related to Yuletide! What is Hogwarts getting up to this Christmas? Are there special events planned? Or are you guys cooking up a million fluffy fics for the holiday season?

We’ll love to read anything you give us!

So give us a snippet of a current piece you're working on, don't be shy! Whether there's only one word related to the theme or it's a devoted sonnet, we want to hear about it.

Don’t have anything related to this weeks theme? No problem. A new drabble within the word limit is an excellent contribution as well! Only got 50 words? So what? Every word counts!

Entering and Rules

The snippet or drabble must be 400 words or under. It should be a new drabble OR from a current work. It should also, however loosely, be related to this weeks theme.

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Posting will close Wednesday 25th December at 00.00 GMT

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[slashedsilver.livejournal.com]

Yuletide! I can do that :D A snippet of my advent fic for slythindor100 -- never thought I'd write as consistently as I've done this month!

The day after their conversation at the Leaky feels surreal. Draco wakes up in his bed, too cold as usual, because the Warming charms in his apartment have worn off at some point in the night. He dresses, teeth chattering, pulling on his shoddy overcoat and gloves and blowing into his hands to warm them up. He picks at some of the loose threads on his coat; he'll need to look into replacing it soon. Draco wonders if he has enough Galleons to cover the purchase. Winter's started early this year, and he'll still need to last through a chilly spring.

Exiting his apartment, he almost swallows his tongue in shock when he bumps into a solid shape.

Harry pushes his glasses up his nose, and smiles apologetically. "Good morning, Draco."

"Morning," he stammers, because Harry is at his door, and how did Harry even know where he lived, anyway?

Harry fumbles with something he's carrying, and that's when he realises that Harry, dressed in his bright red Auror robes, is weighed down with an assortment of paper bags.

"Did you go shopping before you came by?" Draco says stupidly, forgetting that it's probably around seven in the morning, and most shops don't open until nine.

"Well -- something like that," Harry mumbles, and if his hands were free, Draco thinks he'd probably be scratching his head sheepishly now. "Here! This is for you."

Harry thrusts something long and green and woollen at him, and Draco takes it instinctively. It warms his cold fingers immediately.

"It's a scarf," Harry says awkwardly, when Draco doesn't move.

"It's warm." Draco does not sigh the word.

Harry beams. "It's for you," he repeats. Then he shuffles his feet. "Are you going to St Mungo's? I thought I could Side-Along you, so that you don't need to walk there."

"I was going to take the Knight Bus." Harry's face falls, but Draco continues, "But I wouldn't mind arriving at work without bruises on my knees for once."

Harry's smile is sudden and blinding.