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Anyone want to beta a story for me? Somewhere around 2,800 words, Harry&Draco. I need help with style, punctuation and characterisation.

Also, Spanish. Can someone translate these sentences for me?

Where can I find a place to sleep?

And:

Maria, can you prepare the small bedroom, please? We have a guest.

Ta. :)

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Which one of Melle's sites are you?

AKA I have too much time on my hands. Bwahahaha!

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Things that amuse me:

1. "Coach Hangover"
2. "License to annoy Marcus Flint"
3. "There's a worldwide conspiracy to make my life sparkly, I swear."
4. "I am so blocked. I have a piece of writing due tomorrow morning, and I can't think of a single thing to write. lalala. I hate writer's block, except my writing teacher says that it's just, you know, a fancy way of saying "procrastination", and I'm like, probably, yes, but still! I just want to write about broody world leaders trotting through the woods and holding hands and maybe sneaking kisses behind the trees and not, like, actual thought-provoking stories like my teacher wants me to write. Thought is so overrated, man. All I want is to emasculate Tony Blair and Vladimir Putin, is that too much to ask?! Real stories, my ass."
5. Penny's present to Lee.
6. Lee's presents to Penny and Ron.
7. Thinking about Harry's gift to Draco, and the fact that Harry is sulking because I can't stop giggling hysterically about it.
8. The bout of "Aaaaa!!!! Need to buy people Christmas presents!!!!!" panic I had, before realising that in this world, Christmas is still two months away.
9. Bantering with Linz, who was in town and came over for breakfast, and to whom I loudly and publically declared I wasn't going to celebrate my brithday anymore, because I'm staying twenty-one forever.

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Fleur: *wibbles and takes a plant*
Melle: plant: *eats issues*
Melle: An issue-eating plant. MUCH better than a flesh-eating plant. Or a nuclear plant.
Melle: plant: "Mmmm, issues."
Fleur: !!! I never knew it was an issue-eating plant! Brill!
Fleur: *pets plant happily* I shall keep him and name him Morris!
Melle: ... Morris?
Fleur: *nods* Morris the Issue-Eating Plant.
Melle: *feeds Morris Issues*
Fleur: Morris: *eats Issues* *burps*

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So I promised Nyree two drabbles, right?

( Marcus Flint and Lee Jordan: dampen; holiday; fireplace )

( Marcus Flint and Fred Weasley: feather-weight; indulgent; oppress )

And then there's this, which is for Fleur, cause she needs it.

( Rankinstaff. )

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Why is it not December yet? *whine* This whole thing is making me crave Christmas, and Christmas carols, and presents and midnight mass and family time.

Sigh.

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Oh. Hell.

*bangs head against keyboard*

Harry and Draco? Got each other the exact same fucking present for Christmas.

... I'll just be over this this corner now.