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microfic may day 6: floral

drarry. 309 words.

Harry hated training day. The one time of the year that he couldn’t take a day off (not that he ever did) or pull a sickie (not that he ever did that either).

Training day was the worst because it meant all members of the auror squad, junior and senior, had to undergo eight to ten hours of pure, gruelling auror conditioning.

Now Harry didn’t mind the extra workout or the brain training. What he did hate was the front of the class where he was usually used as an example.

Resisting the Imperius? Oh, Auror Potter, please do be an example.

Hand to hand combat? Oh, Auror Potter, if you will.

Detection and concealment? Please Potter, step up to the stage.

The day droned on and on, and all Harry wanted was to go home to his cosy sofa and cosier blanket and hopefully someone else too.

God, a nap sounded immense. A nap with a cuddle sounded even better.

Finally, the last exercise approached and Harry had already positioned himself exactly by the bubbling cauldron before the instructor could even utter the words.

“Auror Potter, could you please tell me what you smell?”

He wasn’t stupid, of course he knew the pot was brimmed with Amortentia, and he could also hazard a guess as to exactly which potion master had brewed it.

“Well, errr… I smell the outdoors, peroxide, flowers and fresh lemons.”

A snicker arose from the crowd. Kids, honestly.

But Harry was just overjoyed he could finally go home.

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The bedroom door was slightly ajar as Harry crept in, before a voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Hurry up and get in bed Potter, and I don’t smell like flowers. Under The Lemon Tree has hardly any floral notes at all.”

How happy Harry was to smell the scent of love, directly from its source.

[asheewrites]

Good thing Raphael already knows how much meat fits in its belly or it might have unhinged its jaw and gobbled him up too. So a Gluttony Fox? Or a Greed Fox? Theoretically it COULD still be some kind of heaven beast...but those shouldn't bite angels. But why would a hell beast hang around an Archangel? Highly suspicious. Maybe someone sent it to slowly gnaw you to death! You should file a report about that.

At least a photo should be attached. Before he sent anything, should it not?

Mmmmmgh.

He was almost certain the beast had to go, if he actually reported it. As much as he would be fine with it leaving on its own accord, he was very reluctant to let anyone else decide.

Well... maybe he should still ask... it...

He sighed and rubbed his head.

Then pulled up Metatron's contact: 'Hello sir, I have harboured a guest in my home since 3 weeks. They were very shy. Now they have revealed themselves and it seems to be a demonic beast. Still harmless and afraid. Omnivorous in nature. Hides most of the time. I would continue to care for it. At least until it lost its fear. Did not try to leave during its stay. Will contact hell for more information as well. You find a picture attached that approximates the visitor, no photos yet available. Greetings Raphael' - so at least he had done his duty.

Now... he actually had no other contact than Asmodeus. That had anything to say about the denizens of hell. At least he was the only one he also had on his contact list. Mh.

'Greetings Asmodeus, I think one of your demons (I mean all of hell here) got mauled by his demonic fox-pet. The fox got beaten then and now lives/hides in my home. Any advice? Do I keep it? CAN I keep it? It eats a lot. And it's very cute. Help? Raphael

P.S.: I got no actual photo, it's hiding a lot, but this oversaturated thing is pretty much it.'

Both messages got this picture attached. It was a pretty good likeness:

So it was time to start preparing more meat... and veggies - they were all gone, after all - and then cross-stitch a fox. There would definitely be a template somewhere.

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Storyline Summary

The plot starts in episode 14 when the BAU is investing a team of killers who are murdering families in their homes, but their findings show that it is actually only one unidentified subject they are looking for. The team closes in on one person that they believe are committing the crimes, one of the agents, Spencer Reid, gets kidnapped by the killer. After this, the episode is complete and it moves on episode 15, which is my focus. The episode starts with Tobias Hankel, a killer with multiple personalities, bringing agent Spencer Reid into an abandoned building in a cemetery to make sure he doesn’t talk to the police about who he is and what he has done.

Pictured above is Tobias.

Unfortunately for Reid, Tobias Hankel goes through many personality changes during their time together, and that causes him to be a bit more brutal. One of Tobias’ personalities is his father, who had recently died, and when he would turn into him he would force Reid to recite the Bible, and the continuously try and make him ‘pay for his sins’ by abusing him.

When Tobias would change back into his true self he would inject Reid with Dilaudid to make him ‘more at ease’ and in ‘less pain.’ These constant injections later caused Reid to have a drug addiction, which takes a few episodes for him to get over. During the times that Reid would be getting tortured by one of Tobias’ personalities, there would be a few minute live stream showing the BAU team where Reid was; and this also allowed Reid to share a major clue on where he was, which allowed the team to find him. When the team goes to the location that Reid is being held hostage at, they find Reid fighting Tobias Hankel, which eventually leads to his death. 

[journalofateacher]

Reflection  7

Pronunciation

Antimoon has a lot of interesting articles, I read one about choosing between American and British Pronunciation. This article is very interesting for me because most of the time I speak with the General American but, some words are too difficult to me and pronounced with the British accent is easier for me.  Also, the majority of the people speak with GenAm (General American) because it's more global. We almost always hear movies with the GenAm accent, videos, and music among others. For this reason is normal that we speak with that accent.  In addition, only a 5% speak with British pronunciation, and this average compound by academics, actors, and politicians.

Obviously, we always have to be improving our pronunciation but, personally I have to improve my pronunciation of vowels.  Because most of the time I get confused with some of them.  Also, I need to modulate more, cause at the beginning of the year I don't modulate anything. Besides now I improve this aspect a little but I need more.

Have a good pronunciation it's necessary to get a pleasant conversation. When we talk to a person in real life, they probably will not notice our limited vocabulary or grammar mistakes but, they will notice our bad pronunciation. It doesn't matter if we have good grammar and vocabulary, this won't help us if we have a bad pronunciation, for that guy I will be the girl with poor pronunciation. In addition, we can live without an advanced vocabulary, we can explain everything with simple words and a good pronunciation to be understood.

What we need to improve this, are simple things like speak in class, practice out of class with the classmate, practice at home, sing a song in English.  All this simple thing could help us to improve our Speaking skill or pronunciation. 

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My Loving Grandma ❀

I never really able to show how much I truly thankful for my grandma Minyoung. If it wasn’t for her, I could be in orphanage yet instead she took me in and treated me like her own daughter. She works endless to make the florist into the best warm homely atmosphere. So many people tend to adore her including myself. My grandma is one person who look up to the most, she treats people on how she wants to treated, I think that why most people respect her so much. Grandma taught me everything I know from making this perfect bouquets. These are the thoughts which ran through my mind as admire Grandma dealing with customers. 

One day, she won’t have to work no more. I’ll be there one to earn enough money so she spend the rest of her life in peace with tired feet resting at last. Even though she doesn’t complain I know that she is always in pain due to age is finally catching up. I always trying to work more these days so I can stop trying to hide the pain even though I see it in her eyes. 

The girl’s thought got interrupted by the sound of her grandmother, “Yongsun! Come here...I need you to help these lovely couple. They are looking for flowers for their wedding. I can’t wait for you to find lovely man to marry settle down too.” Minyoung suggested her to come over quickly as possible, like good granddaughter she head over to the customer with a bright welcoming smile as she shows what flowers they can do for the wedding. If people look in to the store, they look more like mother and daughter as their personalities were like a mirror including the looks too. Yongsun completely loved her grandma more than anything in the world. 

[spira-changmin]

kiss ;)

There's something undeniably intoxicating about the air between them every time they meet, and yet its also toxic, it tingles on his skin, tears at his insides, it's horrible and it's beautiful and oh, he can't stop, won't stop, never

She's so close, she's touching him, her slender, soft fingers brushing his neck, and he knows how adept those same fingers are for fatal results, and yet he can't explain the utter trust he's placed in her. He believes every word from those lips, anything she tells him, because its her, because she's something he's never seen before, never met before. She's everything sweet and dangerous known to man, her eyes provoking and lips sinful, and he's so, so, so deeply fucked, he knows it, and yet his own part easily the moment they touch hers. They kiss and kiss and kiss, and he's drowning if he's honest, because he'll never deny her anything as long as she doesn't leave, as long as she stays with him and provides the only reason he will sin, over and over again.

He whispers her name, a mere brush against her mouth, seeking confirmation of the reality of her presence here with him, because she's unattainable and he's well aware of it. But he pushes it, stealing kiss after kiss because he hopes it'll be enough, that somehow, that one tiny, fragile connection will hold out, at least for a while. She murmurs his name back, she smiles, it takes his breath away, he leans in again, he sins again, because he has no assurance of how long he really has until it all falls apart around him. Because he's not that man, he's not that one who can care for others, he's not that one who can maintain a relationship.

Because women like Im Jinah don't belong with men like him.