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𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Two, Garden

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: none

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

Listening to children converse with one another has always been weirdly therapeutic to me. Though, I’ve never really figured out why. I have always assumed it is because of the way kids express themselves, how they show emotions. I think I admire that, and am jealous of it as well. Unbridled and uncaring, not holding back.

‘Honesty is the best policy’ as my mother used to say.

Adults are different in their mannerisms around one another, as they learn speaking the truth isn’t always the right thing. Borders and built and facades are made to hide behind. Who we truly are is hidden, and lost, left behind with the childish hopes and dreams.

I gently pressed down on the rich dirt that surrounded the large, orange pumpkins Pomona and I had been growing. The pumpkins were growing at a steady rate, and would be ready for the Halloween Feast in no time.

As I pat the dirt down, I took note of my now dirtied appearance that was sat in the grass. My overalls were caked in dirt at the bottom, my boots now taken on the color of mud around it. Luckily, my woolen sweater was left untouched by nature.

The sweater was warm, but slightly rough from being worn time and time again. The coarse feeling of the knitted wool against my skin wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it wasn’t entirely welcome either.

I patted down more fertilizer as I listened to the sounds around me. The chatter of happy students, the swaying of trees in the wind, the soft hum of an incoming rain shower, and the occasional chirp of an owl. All positive sounds I’d say.

As I listened to the environment around me, my motions stilled to tune into the sounds. I listened as the chattering died down, and the sounds of fabric and footsteps faded in the distance as if the students were scared away.

I only knew one person who could invoke such a reaction out of the students without uttering even a word.

“Gardening at this hour, _____?”

Severus questioned from behind me, looming over my crouched form as I went back to adding more fertilizer to the soil.

“Yeah.”

I replied simply, looking over my shoulder and glancing at Severus.

Wait…

I did a double take.

In his right hand, he was holding a bucket of herbs, most likely ones he had foraged from the forbidden forest. In his left, he held a thermos.

I gave him a grin, wiping off my hands on a rag Hagrid had lended me as I looked at the thermos he carried. I stood up and dusted off my overalls to the best of my ability.

“Planning for an evening excursion, Severus?”

I teased the man, looking at him.

“….”

He didn’t say anything, staying silent instead, refusing to look me in the eyes.

Suddenly, I felt the thermos pushed into my hand as Severus stepped closer to me, an indescribable expression flashing across his face.

“It’s for you.”

He said, in his deep, velvety voice.

“For… me?”

I was confused. I had known Severus for a few years now, and he was never a person to give anyone anything.

Severus looked me in the eyes, an almost determined expression across his face. His cheeks tinted with a slightly rosy color. I assumed it was from the cold, but hoped it was the cause of something else.

Severus looked eager to change the topic.

“I like your garden.”

I smiled softly, holding the thermos to my chest.

“I like it too.”

Yet, I never took my eyes off his.

Daisy Ridley talking about working with Adam Driver in Star Wars: The Force Awakens; commentary from the featurette, “The Scavenger & the Stormtrooper.”

Chaos Club

*Y/N is holding a camera, hiding behind a tree with Regulus to make sure Lucius isn’t naughty on his first date with Narcissa.*

Lucius: My hands are cold. 
Narcissa: Here, let me hold them. 
Lucius: My lips are cold too. 
Narcissa: *covers Lucius's mouth with her hand

Chaos Club

Barty, teaching Bellatrix to drive: Okay, you're driving and Narcissa and Regulus walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Bellatrix: Oh, definitely Regulus. I could never hurt Cissy.

Barty, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the bloody brakes.

I JUST READ YOUR YAP POST AND I THINK I FELL IN LOVE!

RAMBLE, PLEASE! It makes my day when people add, comment, agree or even disagree and add their own things to what I post!!!!

Not one of my normal posts, but:

Who do you think would go hunting for the Company during their travel to Erebor?

Would it be Dwalin?

Bifur?

Would Kili and Fili go out to hunt for the food?

Or would it be Thorins purpose also, to provide for his companions as the leader of the adventure.

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I’ve thought overnight about it, and:

I’ve got a lineup (from most often to least often)!!!

1. Gloin (we all know this man makes everything a completion, his game is the best, his wife is the best, his hair is the nicest copper color, his son is the best, we could go on and on) he prides himself on the kill he makes for the company.

2. Bifur I cannot use words to describe how vicious yet clean this dwarrow is with his kills. When Bifur kills an animal, it is left so perfectly, it looks like it’s alive, perfect for cooking and using every bit of the body they need

3. Suprisingly is Dwalin! We know our warrior is a bit rough around the edges all over, but he cares for his fellow kin in a subtle way, such as making sure they eat so they can “Put that food to good use and use your brain for once!”

4. Fili and Kili (cuz they a duo) Kili normally does the killing of Deer and such with his arrow, while Fili will take down physically with a dagger, Fili normally goes for the neck right away, Kili goes for the lungs of what he shoots at when hunting

another good time to post this