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writethisfanfic2011-09-10 01:23 pm
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WIP Challenge Day 10, Saturday
Tell us about your writing endeavors for the day. Have you...
~ written
~ edited
~ researched
~ beta'd someone else's work
~ taken the day off to refresh the muse
Along with the usual beta request, general chat items, and snippet postings, share with the rest of us the words that you misspell ALL the time.
~ written
~ edited
~ researched
~ beta'd someone else's work
~ taken the day off to refresh the muse
Along with the usual beta request, general chat items, and snippet postings, share with the rest of us the words that you misspell ALL the time.
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My most misspelled words are becasue and adn. :) My fingers always want to type them wrong and Word had learned to correct them for me.
Snippet to follow...
Hope you're all having a good weekend.
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Next she greeted Bill and Fleur, somehow ending up with a bright-eyed strawberry blonde pixie in her arms.
“If you will keep her, I will help your mother,” said Fleur in her accented English.
Ginny nodded kissing the top of the baby’s head and Fleur hurried around the floo to the kitchen calling Mum’s name.
“Is that table wars I hear?” asked Bill her, sounding more excited than a thirty-four-year-old man ought.
She laughed and nodded.
He headed for the door and stopped. His immediate halt and successive grunt drew Ginny’s gaze from the baby in her arms to the cause of Bill’s reaction.
Draco leant in the doorway, arms crossed, watching, his eyes glued to Ginny and Victoire. The expression on his face sent a wave of love so strong over Ginny that tears rushed to her eyes.
Bill moved first, but stopped when he reached the doorway and Draco. “I know the feeling, mate. If you’re gonna look at my sister like that, you’re all right in my book.” Then he clapped Draco on the shoulder and continued out the door to join his brothers.
Draco reached Ginny, encircling her and the baby. “And who is this angel?”
Ginny wiggled her finger before pressing a soft kiss to the tiny hand clasped around it. “Bill and Fleur’s baby, Victoire. She’s four months old.”
“I want one.”
Ginny looked up at him, doe-eyed.
He rested his forehead on hers. “Yes, Ginny, I want to make babies and grow old with you. Don’t tell me you didn’t know. . . .” His voice was soft and low, for her ears only. His eyes caressed her face. His thumbs traced circles on her shoulders and sent shivers skittering along her spine. Victoire gurgled happily between them.
He leaned in to kiss Ginny. Her eyes swept closed and she lifted her face to meet him halfway.
“What the bloody hell is this? Get your bleeding hands off my sister and my niece.”
Ginny’s eyes flew open and she jerked back, looking at her brother. Draco jumped back at least a meter and eyed Ron warily.
“RON!”
No fewer than three people yelled at him, though Ginny wasn’t quite sure who. Victoire began to cry.
If Ginny’d had her wand handy, there’d have been some bogeys flying about the room.