Title: Twenty Random Memories Lily Evans has about Severus Snape
Author: pocochina 
Rating: PG-ish
Warning (highlight to view): For swears, het, implied teen sex, suggested minor character death.
Word Count: c. 1600
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: Written for Round Five of the Harry Potter Random Facts Fest. Also, I'm far away from my books, so I've possibly taken some inadvertent liberties with canon details.( Twenty Memories )

Disclaimer: I do not own WW. Title inspired by Maupin's Tales of the City.
Josh understands why Leo and Jenny live outside the city - he vaguely knows that wealthy people with kids correlate roughly to suburbs and bigger houses and playgrounds and trees and Fairfax County taxes - but it didn't sink in until a few weeks after Inauguration that Leo would always drive to work.  It seemed like such a waste of time to Josh, Josh who will always see time as a decadence not to be trusted instead of a commodity to be judiciously used, the one Leo collects and spends so freely, and so when Jenny called him to have dinner with them that day in February, he didn't go back to the White House to catch a ride with Leo, just clapped Matt Skinner's back and picked around the sludge towards the metro.  He pulls the day's events apart with the arhythmic launches of the train, and as it pulls above ground, he calls Donna to tell her to check that CJ has the reports and go home early ("Early?  It's eight fifteen, Joshua.  While an improvement over yesterday, this does not qualify as early in Earth time.  I blame you when my poor, parched aloe plants die of neglect,") and as she hangs up good naturedly, he stumbles as the train lurches towards an aboveground station.

He's surrounded by Arlington Cemetery. 

He thinks of meeting Fitzwallace, who's just now becoming Fitz in his head, he thinks of how it's just so big, he thinks of the decisions nobody's had to make in the last seven weeks, but already weigh on the President's fatherly soul. 

Leo, he supposes, after all he's seen, all he's done, all he's been, can't possibly need a twice daily reminder of what will happen if they're wrong about everything.  And after a dinner where Jenny delicately inquires about his mom without mentioning his dad, and a night where he sees Leo unwind grasping habit, comfort, and love the way most men grasp beer, he calls a cab home.

He knows they're not wrong about everything.  He just doesn't need the reminder.

Title: Strangers
Author: pocochina
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Strangers
Word Count: c. 300
Summary:
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: no infringement intended or profit made
Notes: for
100quills
challenge

Severus Snape did not adjust well to change. He assumed he didn't adjust well to change, as he'd never before had a change to which he'd had to adjust - Spinner's End, to him, was an unbroken stream of cruel epithets from Father, ancient pureblood wisdom imparted distantly from Mother, broken only by austere visits to Prince Manor and sparkling afternoons with Lily. Oh, he'd been grateful to move to Hogwarts, more desperate than anyone except Lily knew to get to the castle, only now Lily was on one end of the Great Hall, chatting warily with a sandy-haired boy on her left, and he was being elbowed unpleasantly by a boy on his right.

"Evan Rosier."

"Severus Snape," Severus answered, and braced himself to say - anything, that his father had been a Latvian wizard who'd been killed, that the Snapes had long been wizard emissaries to the East Asian Wizarding Federation - but the quizzical look never came; Rosier had busied himself pointing out duffers and Mudblood-lovers in the tables across from them.

By the time he reached Gryffindor table, Severus had begun to relax, but then he noticed Lily had also begun to relax, and was laughing at something the sandy-haired boy had said.

"Gryffindors! Arseholes. My Da says they're no better than Muggles."

Severus knew he shouldn't have nodded. But his secret was safe for a few precious moments, and so he nodded along and laughed without smiling.

He knew he shouldn't have said he could practically smell their dirty blood from the other end of the room, but a tall, handsome prefect with a scalp like the sun was looking on approvingly, and Severus felt that perhaps he had a plan. They'd know tomorrow, or next week, that he was flesh of a blood-traitor, the best friend of a mudblood, but it was just the beginning of school, and Severus didn't want to spend seven years with strangers.

Yellow
Title: Yellow
Author:pocochina
Rating: light PG, for swears
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Asleep
Word Count:
Summary: Lily Evans loves yellow.
Warnings: girlkissing, language
Disclaimer: no infringement intended or profit made
Notes: for 100quills challenge

Lily stood behind a statue of Marmiac the Meandering (if she was lucky, it would stay in the wall bordering the Great Hall for the next half hour or so) and watched Slytherin filing by, clapping Reg Black a bit too hard on the shoulder.  If she'd had any attachment to Quidditch, she'd have felt a bit of regret at missing the triumphant entrance onto the field, Black and Potter pretending they were showmen for acting the exact same way as they did in the common room.  With any luck, Gryffindor tower would be empty, the match would move slowly, and Potter would try not to fall off his broom (again) and nobody would notice she wasn't there, or would assume that Prefect Evans was in the library.  She knew Severus would feel less guilty, too, seeing she wasn't there - he always seemed to want to cross House lines to snicker sarcastically with her, just as she knew he felt badly sharing her desk at prefects' meetings. 

Lily liked mixing at prefect's meetings. She had always lived in a Hogwarts of many colours - there had been days early on when she'd missed her Muggle comp, but memories faded with time, and so did colours, and she didn't even walk by it on the summers any more on her way to the nearest Floo station into London to meet other Muggleborns from the other Houses. It lets her assume the building is gray and the grass is dead, and it's nothing like the brilliance of Hogwarts. Especially the yellow.  Lily loves yellow.

Marmiac's front left hoof lifted as the last few Ravenclaws left the breakfast hall, arguing about the finer points of yesterday's arithmancy problem.

"Fucking Travers has it out for me, I swear, they should not let sixth years take points."

Lily felt her own voice deepen, to match Marlene's smooth alto. "Losing points for me. You sure do know how to make a girl feel appreciated."

They both laughed, a little nervously. Lily had grown used to being a witch and had realized long ago there was little inside of herself to fear, but sturdy, intelligent, pureblood Marlene had grown too used to dodging cousins and hostile prefects to relax, and so Lily pulled Marlene around a corner to a tapestry with a hollow behind it. She'd seen Black leaving once, wearing the face he fondly considered blank and discreet, so she assumed they were a part of a long wizarding tradition.

Marlene pulled the tapestry shut, and Lily whispered "lumos" and the light shone yellow where Lily's hand was tangled in Marlene's Hufflepuff tie. "This prefect," she murmured, "is certainly not afraid to take points for tardiness."

But Marlene, in the privacy of a thousand ancient trysts, had dispensed with her unnatural patience, and leaned Lily into the wall, pressing one forearm on the cold stone, ghosting her other hand over the curve of Lily's hip.

"Nox," she whispered confidently into Lily's mouth, and before Lily shut her eyes and surrendered, she caught a last glimpse of yellow.

Life, # 42 Title: Unknown Author:  pocochina</b></a> Rating: G Prompt Set: 50.3 Prompt: Unknown Word Count: c 400 Summary: Sirius faces the unknown Warnings: n/a Disclaimer: no infringement intended or profit made Notes: for 100quillschallenge

 

Title: Asleep
Author:  pocochina</b></a>
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Asleep
Word Count: 350
Summary: James Potter can't sleep
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: no infringement intended or profit made
Notes: for </b>100quills challenge

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Title:  Sojourn
Author:

pocochina

100quills

Title: Life
Author: pocochina
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Life
Word Count: c. 900
Summary: The Head Girl meets a new student
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: no infringement intended or profit made
Notes: for 100quills challenge

I spend every day being sad that I don't do anything that I like any more. (I mean, nothing. It is painful.) But I love Harry Potter!

So, here is my 100quills challenge table:

Five Ways Nymphadora Tonks Didn't Die.
Um.  Not mine.
Warning:  implied het, femslash. AU
Rating: PG, for swears. ( Read more... )

I love Toby Zeigler.  I love him so, so much.

I think he has this really mystifying ability to see the present with this dark, clear perspective while still having a deep hope for the future, even before he has children.  I love his committment to peace above nearly all else - if not all else, and how his committment to civil liberties is so deeply personal because it is a necessary prerequisite to peace.  I identify with him so uncomfortably, because there is a depth and a darkness to his character that, without the grand sweep of national politics, would be unchanneled and frightening - but even episodes that are new to me, I know what's going to come out of his mouth on a given issue, not because I know the character so well, because it's what I would say.  He has to do the job he does, with loads of underlings, because he cares far, far too much to be allowed near an actual press release.  And damnitalltohell, when he says "God bless America," he fucking means it.

Title: 20 Random Facts about Albus Dumbledore, between the Hogwarts Years
Author: pocochina
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended or money made.
Author's Note(s): Written for the Harry Potter Random Facts Fest.
This takes place in Albus' late twenties

( 20 Random Facts about Albus Dumbledore, between the Hogwarts Years )

See, here's the thing with "it should've been in the books."

Harry is dumb.  Dumb as a bag of hammers.  Harry is also the narrator.  So at least, when it comes to other people's motivations, emotions, and hinted-at past experiences.  (To wit:  the entire series.)  Plus, it is not appropriate for a headmaster to wander around going "Mmmm, aren't you as tasty looking as my evil ex?"  

And of course, we've all had bad taste in that particular regard, but if you and your ex plotted the destruction of your entire world, would you really tell everyone about it?  

There were plenty of hints in the test.  But in the end?  It wasn't mentioned because it just doesn't matter. 

OH. MY. GOD.

http://www.smh.com.au/news/books/jk-rowling-reveals-that-one-of-her-characters-is-gay/2007/10/20/1192301087070.html

No word yet on Sirius "Leather Fiend" Black, Nymphadora "I Can Be Whoever I Want And You Think I Don't DO Whoever I Want" Tonks, Remus "The Wolf Within" Lupin or Harry "Swings Both Ways, You Bunch of Idiots" Potter.

Seriously, though.  *Hugs* Gaybledore.

Title: 20 Random Facts about Albus Dumbledore at Hogwarts
Author: pocochina
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended or money made.
Author's Note(s): Written for the Harry Potter Random Facts Fest.
This takes place during Albus' sixth year
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Title: kitchen table
Author: pocochina
Rating: G
Pairing: T/R, background R/S
Warnings:  het, slash, bad pun
Word Count:  90
Prompt: kitchen picture
Disclaimer: Not mine
for the Phoenix Files Drabble-a-thon

Tonks had Remus exactly where she wanted him - namely, pressed up against the Ancient and Most Noble of kitchen tables - when he stiffened, and not in the way she'd been hoping.

Then he swore - and not in the way she'd been hoping.

"Well, once you go Black, you never go back, 'ey Moony?"

Sirius smirked for the first time in a month, flicked his wand, and Enlarged the table.

Title: never over
Author: pocochina
Rating: G
Pairing: background H/G
Warnings:  het
Word Count:  82
Prompt: "Don't dream it's over." 
Disclaimer: Not mine
for the Phoenix Files Drabble-a-thon

Ginny stood uncharacteristically still as the witch in blue took her measurements.  She was a Holyhead Harpy, she was getting a uniform and a salary and a Limited Edition Quaffle.  She'd made it through the tryouts.  She'd done something not driven by Harry, or her mum, or her brothers, or anyone else.

"Weasley!  Heads up!"

She ducked the Bludger, caught the measuring tape around her wrist before it choked her, and laughed.

The war might be over, but the World Cup was forever.

Title: Mind the Gap
Author: pocochina
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Warnings:  blatant abuse of British history
Word Count:  55
Prompt: Mind The Gap
Disclaimer: Not mine
for the Phoenix Files Drabble-a-thon

"I always knew you were a nutter, but a Muggle tattoo?  They can get infected, you know, and you can't take them off, and what were you even doing in Soho and  - "

"You worry too much, Elphias.  Nothing a bit of essence of murtlap won't heal.  And besides, I've enchanted it to update itself.  I shall never need a map in London again."

Title:  later
Author:  </a></strong></a>pocochina
Word Count:  106
Rating:  G
Pairing:  n/a
Prompt:  #45
Warnings:  um.  Happy ending?  Also, DH spoilerific.
Disclaimer:  Not mine.  Not even close.
for the Phoenix Files Drabble-a-thon, which I would read about after it was over.

Minerva leaned back in Albus' - no, her, she had earned it - chair.   In seven years (she cringed inwardly at the triteness of it) she, Pomona, Filius, and a nine-fingered Horace had called back the Muggleborns and Purebloods alike, and made the staircases move again.  At the end of June, she would Owl her final report to Shacklebolt, and leave for Portugal.

"My dear Minerva, you've said that every year since 1962.  Have a lemon drop."

"Next year, I shall have every portrait in the castle moved to the Come and-" she swore, then caught herself.

She could always retire next year.