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:HP: Christmas Confessions
Yeah....I'm just not in the mood to type this up in novel format right now. If you have problem with that....I'LL SICK FLUFFY ON YER ASS!!! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!! *runs off laughing maniacly*
Sev = Severus, just cause I'm lazy.
James: *In the party in the Great Hall, a band playing wordless Christmas music and everyone there is caught up in the festivities. James grins and jumps into the Griffindor table, being the compulsive attention lover he it, the Rudolph tune starting off* Hey Sirius, we have to do it!
Remus: *trying to hide himself behind a book* 'I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here...'
Sirius: *Laughs outright and hops onto the table with James* You start my friend! ^_^
James: *Snickers and sings loudly for the whole hall to hear* Rudolph the red nose reindeer!
Sev: *trying to study his potions*
Sirius: *Joins in* Had a very shiny nose!
James: And if
Notes"Naruto that's too heavy for you to carry by yourself," Sasuke warned, but like always, Naruto went ahead by himself.
"No sweat, Sasuke, I can handle it...fine," the blonde said, lifting the rather large box up and off the ground, trying to move it one step at a time. The strained look on his face told Sasuke that once again Naruto had bitten off more then he was able to chew and would eventually need help. With a groan of exasperation, he got up and helped heft up the box, making it easier to carry out of the attic into the room below.
They were helping Iruka with some chores. There had been a steady lack of missions for the two ninja so the older sensei had given them something to do while they waited for a mission to present itself. Sakura was downstairs dusting and vacuuming while the boys had decided to clean out the attic. This chore consisted of mostly taking all the old boxes and going through them to see if anything could be sold or pawned. They weren't supposed to start going
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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