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April 2nd, 2007
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Title: Falling Stars Rating: PG, Angst Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true? Falling Stars, p. 14 Harry smiled gratefully, for the change of topic, and nodded: “Yes, Sir, I was just wondering where’d I’d be placed.” “Placed? Do you want to be placed?” “No!” The boy answered sharply and immediately, then more uncertainly, “But, I don’t want to be a burden, either. I know you said you’d protect me, but this isn’t exactly what you signed- on for.” (Part 11). After a second glance to his wife, who was settled into a bed with their daughter, who was sniffling piteously – still shaken by her new brother’s burst of accidental magic, Severus turned back to the child and caught his chin in a careful but firm grip. “Child, child, calm yourself!” Severus caught the child’s shoulders- tightening his grip as the child continued to shriek silently – his mouth extended in anguish and fear. He hesitated a second before shaking the child, but to no effect and finally gathered himself and incanted, “legillimens!”
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Title: Falling Stars Rating: PG, Angst Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true? Falling Stars, p. 16 Sighing as he brushed away a fine sheen of sweat from Jule’s brow, Severus smirked lightly – studying the satiated gleam in her eyes as she slid from her perch across his hips and dropped languidly to the bed. When her breathing finally settled enough that she could speak, her snarl sounded rather cute to him – coming, as it did, breathed out on a thoroughly satisfied yawn: “So glad you’re amused.” Dropping a finger to her lower lip, he traced it musingly from outer edge to outer edge as he decided that he would need to begin shielding soon. She was progressing quickly in her occlumency and legillimency training to the point that she might soon be able to read his unguarded thoughts (and would undoubtedly hex him seven ways to Sunday for thinking that mannerisms were cute in any form, but especially the scowls and snarks that she shot him ever so confidently as though he were a first year to be so easily quailed and intimidated). “Amused?” he finally answered when her eyes threatened to darken, “No, that is not precisely how I would described my state; although I am loath to admit that it could more accurately fall into the range of giddiness.” Her disbelieving snort crooked his lips into a wry smile as she denied dryly, “Severus Snape does not do giddy…” “Not on a habitual basis, to be certain,” he admitted with some amusement just before she cut him off with the second half of her response, “and I . Am . Not . Cute. So, erase that description from your thoughts this second.” “Time to begin shielding, then?” Severus asked, impressed that his wife had progressed to that level, in the two days since their last session, without his guidance. “Soon, perhaps.” She corrected softly as she explained, “But, for the moment, it was merely that you are wearing the same condescending smile that you wear when you watch Miranda and Brian playing.”
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