Drabble For JustPinkPastel's Muse

[teddy_radiator]

justpinkpastel is a loving, generous, gifted friend who constantly encourages me in every way. She is part cheerleader, part Greek chorus, part sounding board. This little drabble came to me yesterday, and I would like to dedicate it to her for her constant enthusiasm.

Name: Moste Potente Potion
Pairing: SS/HG (implied)
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's what he does best...
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. This piece is not meant in any way to infringe any copyright laws. I own nothing but the tears I will cry in July.

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He watches, checking for any change in temperature, colour, consistency, flavour. He has patiently stirred, adding each ingredient in the right measurement, at the right time in the right order. Shimmering, simmering, rising to the boil.

 

Each twist of the wrist, each turn of the rod, is timed from years of practice; the brew is more powerful now than when he was a nervous, callow man, attempting this recipe for the first time.

 

She is heady as Amortentia, invigorating as Pepper-up and as perfect as Felix Felicis. Now he feels her, ready for him, potent; a tonic to be consumed.

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Comments

[mimimanderly.livejournal.com]

It's not for naught that the first word in "convention" is "con". It's all just a way to separate one from one's money. Or that may just be sour grapes on my part. Ooo... grapes! Perhaps I can get SM to feed me some! All that cauldron stirring DOES make one peckish!

[teddyradiator.livejournal.com]

Which is WHY we need to have our own, private one. C'mon, it'll be fun! We can build a bonfire and chant around it and play cards and drink tequlia - isn't that what they do at cons?

I think your soliloquy about grapes must be a Celia Warbeck song, "Someone's been stirring my cauldron, and he's stirred it up so fine, if he stirs that rod in my direction I'm gonna make him mine - Now, everybody, on the chorus....."

[mimimanderly.livejournal.com]

Alas, right now I'm in the position of being like the character of Jacob from Lost; I cannot leave the island, for I am its caretaker. I have multiple parrots, and pet-sitters around here don't seem to "do" birds. Until the day I find someone I trust who can actually STAY with them.... I am Jacob.