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on summer sickness.
(original poetry by me!!!)
its the beginning
sweet summer ,
wont you stay a little longer
the sun hasnt yet set.
Keep me company
on this lonely evening.
im not ready to go home
summer always feels like a world apart
where nothing
seems to hurt,
sometimes i wish
i could spend infinity
chasing the sea.
i turn away, towards the beach
summer had already left
and i am stuck in time
nowhere to go, nowhere to be.
french summer vocabulary
l’été - the summer
juin - june
juillet - july
août - august
le thé glacé - the ice(d) tea
les fraises [la fraise] - the strawberrries
la pastèque (melon d’eau) - the watermelon
voyager - travel
aller nager - go swimming
l’océan - the ocean
l’eau - the water
le soleil - the sun
la lumière du soleil - the sunlight
chaud - warm
rafraîchir - cool off
le maillot de bain - the swimsuit
le bateau - the boat
plonger - diving
le pique-nique - the picnic
here’s just a few summer words to get everyone ready for summer and warmth (thank god)☀️ ! please correct me if i’m wrong!
Harry and Padfoot
((30 days of writing, summer words, day 5: Barbecues..ft. Jily and Wolfstar))
“UNCLE SIRI! UNCLE REMUS!” A small Harry jumped at their legs “we gonna have a barba- a baraba-” Three year old Harry was all messy hair, crooked glasses and huge smile. “a barbeque” Sirius said as he lent down and scooped the giggling mess of a boy into his arms and hugged him tight, Remus leaned over and hugged him as well before taking Sirius’ hand and leading him into the Potter’s backyard. Harry was already wriggling to get down and he ran off to play. James was barbecuing, and Lily was setting the spots at the picnic table, they hugged and said their hello’s.
“Does he ever stop” Sirius sighed, watching Harry chase a gnome.
“Not for long” Lily said looking tired today Remus took the dishes from her and told her to sit down and finished setting the table. She said a small thank you and sat resting her head on Sirius’ hip as he stood beside her.
“Harry, come have your hotdog” James yelled down the hill.
Within five seconds he came bounding at his father and jumped, James caught him in the air and passed him to Sirius who quickly fastened him into his seat before Harry could even figure out he was being confined. He pouted at his uncle.
“NoOoOoOoO Plaaaaaay!” He bellowed until Harry put a plate with a hotdog, crips and juice in front of him. He started to munch. The adults sat and chatted until little Harry was ready to get down again. He looked at his Uncle Sirius and said in a small voice “Play puppy, play puppy puhleeeeeease?”
Sirius looked at Lily who nodded, he got up, removed his shirt and shoes, leaving them on the bench ans took off at a run, transforming mid stride into a great shaggy black dog.
Harry chased, rolled around with and rode on Padfoot for the next hour until they both collapsed. Padfoot lay on his back, all four paws in the air, panting happily as little Harry lay his head on his soft warm tummy and immediately falls asleep...
Potter, where is the washroom then?
((30 days of writing, summer words. Day 4: camping))
*CRACK*
They landed on the forgiving softness of the damp forest floor. Harry held tight to Draco’s arm as he recovered, Draco always had a hard time with apparation, but he didn’t want to take the muggle hiking trail. Draco stood in the center of the large round plot of grass, wearing his muggle jeans and a black t-shirt he watched with his arms folded in front of him as Harry started about things without using magic.
He watched as Harry turned what looked like an old tarp into a tent in minutes, set up a small mattress inside Draco’s request and unloaded their small table out of his never-ending bag and the large cooler of food. He turned to Draco with a triumphant smile.
Draco sneering, swatted at a mosquito and if possible, turned his nose up higher. Harry took him by the hand and they started walking, as they walked down a path and out to a large cliff, the view of the water and the setting sun in front of them Draco noticeably relaxed. Sitting on the edge Harry pulled out a sandwich, peanut butter and jam, Draco’s favorite, and split it in half.
Aside from the bugs Draco seemed to be almost enjoying himself. They were sitting under a small blanket by Harry’s non-magical fire and eating what Harry had told him were called S’mores. When Draco realized he needed to relieve himself, in his best noble voice Draco drawled “Potter, where is the washroom then?”
Harry chuckled, he had been waiting for this moment, “Draco, love, there isn’t one”
Draco, if possible, blanched. “But, but, you went that way, earlier, you said you had to pee!”
Harry loved when Draco got flustered and forgot the noble way in which he had learnt to present himself, using words like “pee”. “Love, I “PEED” against a tree a few yards back.”
Draco’s horrified face stayed with him for almost an hour until he was too desperate to wait, and making Harry come because he was too nervous to go alone, Draco Malfoy, peed in the woods.
Naivety and Innocence
((30 days of writing, Fireworks))
Lily laid out a big flannel blanket she had borrowed form her mum and sat down, patting the spot next to her and looking up at James, her sweet James who was wearing a jumper and every light up accessory the boy at the cart was selling. He looked like a bloody cart himself. He sat down next to her and kept asking when it would start. Lily told him to be patient and when the music started it would as well. The small town they were watching Fireworks in played them to classical music, a live orchestra sat at the front of the growing crowd. The air smelt like fire and water and she was cozy in one of her boyfriends sweaters.
When the music surged to life James Potter almost stood up with excitement, he threw himself forward sitting as close to the edge of the blanket as he could, effectively knocking Lily backwards. She sat forward, blowing hair out of her face and huffing at him. She couldn’t stay mad long for the utter joy and excitement on his face as the first firework lit up the night sky. He jumped a little at some of the bangs, but he was in awe.
That was the longest James Potter had ever sat still.
this weekend was so great wtf
i love how you write about goofy boys in love, whitney. :D your fluff fics remind me of how my first crush felt, minus the insecurity and awkwardness. :p
i’ve let this ask hang out in my inbox for a while omgggg i’m so so sorry i took forever to respond!! but pLS!!! this is such a cute message ahhhh thank you so so much friend!! <33333 i love them so much too omg they’re so little and good <33333 !!!! omg!!! i’m really happy they make you feel that way!! :DDD that means a lot to me to hear you say omg!! and i’m glad they make you forget about the insecurity and awkwardness!! :DDD thank you so much!! <333
