snippets

[framlingem]

Make me scream
Make me cry
Draw my blood
Don’t tell me why
‘Cus sometimes pain just feels more true
You’re killing me… but I love you.

She loved him
So she stayed
He will change
She’s not afraid
But he’s so scared that she’s not true
Now none’ll have her – oh, she knew.




That one really needs a third stanza to cap it off. It doesn't feel finished yet. And no, it's not great, but it wanted writing, so I did.


And, because I promised ages ago to write this, and because Ash filled her part of the deal by writing that lovely Sirius/Remus piece,

Will is humming. He isn’t sure what it is, probably something he heard on the radio at some point. He likes to sing more than he used to, even though his voice isn’t as good as it was when he was a boy. Passable, but not great.

“Da-da-da-DA-da-da…” He can’t remember the words, but the tune is stuck in his mind and won’t leave him alone. This is most annoying. He nears the pub and spots a familiar white head, and smles. His voice is only passable. He likes to sing more than he used to. He feels like singing.