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So glad to hear this, glad you enjoy this blog and all the Gen! :) I can’t get enough of her, your dash is wonderful place right now! :) <3

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Hope this is okay.

Just a warning that the ending's a bit...meh, but I'll explain my reasoning to anyone who wants it :)

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Snippet of a one-shot i'm writing for Alexa: Red Hands

He couldn't contain it. The laughter spilled out of him, and it was loud, genuine, and refreshing; one of those cathartic outbursts of laughter that soothes the tension in your shoulders. The kind of laughter that makes you close your eyes, but when it simmered, and his lids peeled open, he found Granger's perturbed expression had melted into one of thought and intrigue.

"What?" he asked, still amused and half-chuckling. "What are you looking at me like that for, Granger?"

"It's just I..." She hesitated. "I've never really seen you laugh or...or even smile. Not really."

He literally felt all the humour leak out of him, and not because he was irritated by her comment, but because the content of it was troubling. His face automatically moulded back into its guarded facade without him really wanting it to. When you wear a mask for so long, you are the mask, even amongst people you trust. Especially amongst people you trust, because if they see the real you and decide you're not good enough, then perhaps you're not good enough. If you trusted their judgement, why shouldn't you trust their judgement of you?

But his mask had apparently fallen from his face, or maybe Granger had torn it off when he hadn't been looking.

There are three types of people in the world: the people you don't want in your life, the people you do want in your life, and the people that just are in your life, regardless of circumstance, distance, or any other conceivable factor. Somehow Granger had slipped herself into the last category. She was a constant element, like breathing and blinking. Just there. Always.

"You know," she carried on, more to herself. "That's a lie. I have seen you smile and laugh, but it was so long ago. Years ago. Perhaps fourth year... or maybe fifth? Either way, it's been over a decade."

"That sounds about right."

"You haven't laughed in over ten years?"

His throat felt constricted as he watched her intently, sweeping his stare up and down her. When he met her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily in his throat. "I've had no reason to."

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Snippet of a one-shot I'm writing for Alexa: Red Hands

He glared at her, but he knew it wouldn't do much to dent her feistiness. After three weeks of joining her in the reading room most evenings, she had become immune to his intimidating looks, not that she'd ever been particularly affected by them before. She'd certainly been less argumentative in the first week though, perhaps merely to keep the peace, but now she just shouted back at him when he initiated a quarrel, and they would bicker back and forth until they reached a stalemate or one of them stormed out of the room. She was infuriating, but he couldn't deny she was entertaining, and he liked that she could keep up with his wit, even challenge him.

She was the only person he really spoke to in the safehouse, and he didn't particularly want to speak with anyone else. Keeping up with her temperamental behaviour was more than enough. But when it mattered, she did listen to him, taking note of any suggestions he had regarding their work, and it was oddly... satisfying to know that she considered him an intellectual equal. She was the brightest witch of their age, after all.

But today he was pissed off.

He had a headache that wouldn't wane, he'd barely managed an hour's sleep last night, and Granger had handed him the most decrepit and fragile book he'd ever seen in his life. The pages were practically disintegrating between his fingers, and his frustration was mounting with each shred of parchment that crumbled in his hands. Taking a deep breath, he tried again, but the corner of the page ripped the second he gripped it between his fingertips.

"Fuck this," he grumbled. "This book is impossible to read, Granger."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake," she said, scooting her chair a little closer to him. "You just need to be gentle with it." Carefully, delicately, she pulled the book towards her, turning a page with her nimble fingers. "See."

Sighing, he reached out to try the next page, but Granger's hand shot out and settled on his, lining up their fingers, and essentially guiding his movements. His first instinct was to bat her away, but he didn't. He wasn't sure why, he just didn't. Her hand was so small compared to his, and she steered him slowly, pushing down his fingers to pinch the page.

"Gently," she whispered, right by his ear. "That's right. Perfect. Just like that."

He resisted the urge to shiver when her breath teased the fine hairs on his neck, refusing to break his concentration. It was ridiculous really, to be this focussed on turning a sodding page, but he was determined to do it now, if only to prove he wasn't as heavy-handed as she thought him to be.

They flipped the page, and he flicked his eyes over to Granger to find her smiling at him.

"There," she said. "Just think of the pages as flower petals."

"This may come as quite a shock to you, Granger, but I don't have much experience playing with flower petals."

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