#wtlgd

[illrivermuzic]

One of my favorite spots in the world...#solanabeach just north of San Diego. The energy here is so amazing. The sound of the ocean, birds and wind blend in perfect harmony...#folex #justicesystem #rawomar #illrivermuzic #wtlgd #calitrip #videoshoot #sandiego #fletchercove #nature #ovean #vibes (at Fletcher Cove Beach Park)

[lorcleis]

when the lights go down: deleted scenes

“You have a cassette player?”

Dimitri lunged towards her. “Hey, give that back!”

Deleted scenes, one-shots, and musings from When the Lights Go Down.

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[lorcleis]

why isn't sydney in your story? she's just as relevant as tasha or adrian smh

She doesn’t come in until the end of the tour! Just like in the books, I need to get the Adrian/Rose and Tasha narratives out of the way before I can introduce more plot elements. I’m trying to focus more of Rose’s relationships with Lissa, Dimitri, and Adrian at the moment, as well as Lissa with Jill, so I don’t want to crowd the fic and give everyone uneven development. 

I am also not very good at Sydney’s characterization, so it’s little to do with her importance and more to do with how comfortable I am with a large cast of characters and writing her in specific.

Hope that helps! A new chapter of When the Lights Go Down should be out next Saturday as I’m currently at a competition all week.

[lorcleis]

Hi. How are you? I really like your story "When the lights go down". Please tell me you'll update soon.

I’m great! How are you? Sorry for the delay on WTLGD. I just sent the fifth chapter to my beta, so it should be up in the next few days. I’ve been swamped with work lately. In the meantime, have a tiny sneak peek!

“Have a nice shower?” Dimitri asked. She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“It was wonderful,” Rose said, looking straight off into the distance. “I used all of the hot water up before this asshole could get to it.”

She swore she heard him laugh.

“I prefer cold showers.”

[mvshacollvns]

For Charles.

This is a drabble you may feel free to ignore.

The multi-sided red ball glides through one of Slytherin's three golden hoops, eliciting roars of approval from 3/4 of the gathered crowd. The cheers are raucous, shaking the stadium as they vibrate through the air with their enthusiasm. Hufflepuff is so close to beating the other team for the first time in four years that the suspense is palpable. Most of the students are on their feet,  eyes wide as they wait with bated breath for the players in gold to finally achieve victory.

Saverio Wyatt and Montague Royal, however, could not care less.

"This is all your fault," Monty hisses, slumped so low in his seat that the shoulders of his coat are near his ears and the majority of his face is being hidden by a blue and silver scarf. The lanky seventh year is naturally pale but at his moment he is completely devoid of color. 

Saverio doesn't look much better, his hands nervously clenching and unclenching, but he manages a chuckle with his trade-mark arrogance. "I didn't schedule this match, Montague, must you always be so dramatic?"

This elicits a scoff from the Ravenclaw who is currently sliding a bit farther down in his seat. He can't focus his eyes on one particular point, but everywhere he looks makes his stomach twist into a knot and his heart lodge in his chest. Why must everything be so high? Quidditch would be a much more interesting sport were it played safely on the ground. "He's never going to sleep with you, Sav, you're risking my life for nothing."

Another cocky laugh and Monty risks a glance at his best friend, feeling more than a little smug when he sees that Sav looks just as terrible as he feels. Neither of them have ever done well with heights. In fact after attending a grand total of one game during their first year (which was spent huddling together, nearly in tears as they waited to plummet to their deaths) they had decided that Quidditch was overrated and had never bothered to worry about the game again. Until Saverio caught a glimpse of Cameron Thomas, that is.

Sav might be very good at displaying his own special kind of bravado, but Monty knows he's full of it. He should just let him sit there and suffer. He should leave and tell him to choke on his hormones and leave Monty out of it next time. But Montague has never been particularly good at letting Saverio go. 

Instead he just glowers, resisting the urge to hex Saverio who says, "I'm just here to show a little House pride."

"Maybe you should go sit with yours, then."

"You are such an elitist. Thank god you're only a half-bred, I can't even imagine how terrible you would be if you were a pureblood like me."

"You are a complete git, Saverio."

"Yes, but you love me anyway," the Slytherin replies and they both cringe, leaning in towards each other when the Hufflepuff Seeker abruptly dives. Sav manages to remain calm enough to stare at the blonde's ass as it comes to halt near the bleachers, and Monty groans like a man in his own personal Hell.

"I can't believe I let you drag me here for that," he snaps, gripping his scarf tightly in front of his eyes. The crowd gasps and he violently flinches, not wanting to know what had happened.

A hand is suddenly gripping his arm and Sav's voice is strained but it is a note to the strength of his stubbornness that he still doesn't admit to his motives. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Another gasp and now they're holding hands, clinging to each other for dear life. "Saverio Wyatt, you fucking idiot," Monty snaps, his already short temper stretched to its limits by stress, "even the blind kid can see how full of shit you are."

There's a small cough of laughter in front of him and Monty risks peeping out of the top of his scarf to see who it was. Goddammit, why did Russell Kriekk have to be a Ravenclaw? "Oops," he mutters, ignoring Sav's very amused grin. The boy had even less cause to be at a match than Monty himself did. Russell couldn't even see what was going on if he wanted to.

His embarrassment is forgotten moments later when another triumphant roar echos across the stadium, this one literally shaking the bleachers. Cameron Thomas sits astride his broom, golden snitch in hand, a huge grin on his stupidly good looking face. Monty wants to say something snarky, he wants it with every fiber of his being but then Cameron waves directly at Saverio and he can't. Not when his friend has that stupid grin on his face that makes it seem as if he's been jinxed into looking that way forever.

"Just to support your House, huh?" he manages to grumble, pulling his hand back on principle.

"Yes,"Saverio insists, but his eyes aren't moving from Cam and Monty is sure that his grin is only getting wider. "And it was completely worth it."

[youlovemissleading-blog]

 Spotted: Saverio Wyatt exiting Starbucks. Can we just stop for a moment to say this: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

What were you thinking Saverio? You look like you've been hanging out in Brooklyn for far too long. Stop it. You're not 22 anymore. But we have a serious question. Who wore it better? Saverio Wyatt or this random angry homeless man? We think it looks better on the hobo. But what do you lovelies think of Saverio's poor attempt to cling to his long-gone youth?