hd_writers GSD WEEK || DAY SEVEN CHECK-IN POST

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‘Where’re your parents?’ said Harry, his temper rising. ‘Out there wearing masks, are they?’

Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling. ‘Well ... if they were, I wouldn’t be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?’ Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

GSD DAY SEVEN! TODAY IS THE FINAL DAY OF GSD!

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<b>1. What are your writing goals for the week? (projects to finish, word counts, etc?)</b> <b>2. What is your goal for the day?</b> <b>3. Will you be working on a single project or multiple projects?</b> <b>4. Are you participating in any fests, exchanges or challenges?</b> <b>5. Have you made any progress or had any pitfalls?</b> <b>6. Do you have any snippets to share?</b>


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1. What are your writing goals for the week? (projects to finish, word counts, etc?)
My goal was to finish the roughly 25 to 30K in this part of the story that I needed to write. And finish writing all the scenes for that part of the story.

2. What is your goal for the day?
500 to 5.000

3. Will you be working on a single project or multiple projects?
single

4. Are you participating in any fests, exchanges or challenges?
next gen fest

5. Have you made any progress or had any pitfalls?
I've written another 4K since my last check in my final check is at 19.380 words, plus a completely plotted out and solved plotline for this part of the story. 5.5 out of 9 scene-blocks are finished.

6. Do you have any snippets to share? Not that anybody's here to read this, but here you go (again, rough draft, entirely unbetad):

Johanna hands him the half-smoked cigarette and Albus accepts it gratefully. He looks after her until she steps inside, before he turns back towards the sea, one hand holding the mug, the other the fag. He slowly brings it to his lips and inhales deeply, feeling the familiar sense of calm that comes with smoking wash over him. The reprieve is short lived.

“I thought you’d stopped smoking.” It’s Scorpius and Albus doesn’t even have to turn around to know that his lips are turned into an unattractive disgusted sneer.

“And then I started again, obviously.” Albus is still not looking at Scorpius; he is not in the mood to deal with Scorpius’ issues right now. Not after that brilliant dream he had, if Scorpius would just shut up, Albus could pretend that it had been him. But of course that is entirely impossible.

“You know I don’t like it when you smoke.” Was that disappointment in Scorpius’ voice? Albus concludes that he must have heard wrong. Scorpius so obviously has stopped caring for him in any way whatsoever, why should he care about whether he smoked or not, it wasn’t even like he was around to take offence at the smell of smoke on his clothes, being locked away in his cabin all day. Albus draws out his pocket watch and clicks it once to check the time.

“Tough luck!” Albus takes one more drag on his cigarette, before extinguishing it on the railing, smiling grimly at the dark stain that now mars the pale wood. “I’m going to have some breakfast,” he says, snapping his watch shut and walking towards the door leading below deck without sparing Scorpius more than a passing glance.