Aut viam inveniam aut faciam. (bekijane) wrote in disorganised,
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.
bekijane
disorganised

*disinterested monotone* "It burns. It burns. Argh. My Eyes."

Soon she was so indulged in her work, that all thoughts of Snape, Harry and Draco Malfoy had been banned from her mind. Work as an indulgence, that bans the thoughts of others. Roget's bought himself a merry go round.

starting at her feet, running up her spine, coming down her shoulders and ending in her stomach, her bowels twitching. Ug. That's not lust. It's a bad case of the runs.

In the mean time, Green Witch Mean Time?

suffered some internal bleedings Ooookay. Your beta reader is on danger money honey.

Arthur Weasley scraped his throat"ahem" she said, clearing her throat and silencing the fic writer.

you knew that on forehand and I felt it on backhand. Anyone for tennis?

...a pink envelop... enough. I'm going to bed.
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