My writing hiatus is finally over (huzzah). I’m slowly working on chapter 62 of TUF (got about 2000 words so far), but it really has been slow going.
That said, I am making excellent progress with chapter 5 of Three Peas in a Pod. Here’s a snippet:
A freckled face popped up closer to his level and two fingers forced up the corners of his mouth.
“The fuck,” he said, swatting her hands away.
She laughed and lowered from her tiptoes back to her usual height. “You’re so sour.”
“It’s not even noon, Weasley.”
“So it’s not even noon.” He sighed like the most put upon man in the history of all men. “I want my bed.”
She latched onto his hand, swinging it slightly as she tugged him along with her. “Suck it up. You need fresh air, so here we are. Ooh, look at that cute dog!”
He glowered at her, ready to tell her exactly where she could shove her fresh air and furry animals, but then he caught her gaze and all the brightness that seemed to radiate from her. His breath was gone. It had been punched out of his lungs by a cheeky smile and freckles. Merlin, how could he fight this woman? Why would he even want to?