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child: i’ll write our characters raising a child.

death: i’ll write our character’s mourning over each other.

drink: i’ll write our characters drinking together.

game: i’ll write our characters playing a game.

hate: i’ll write our character’s hating each other.

holiday: i’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together.

home: i’ll write our characters living together.

insane: i’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor.

kiss: i’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.

love: i’ll write our character’s falling in love.

murder: i’ll write my character killing yours.

nightmare: i’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours.

old: i’ll write our characters growing old together.

poem: i’ll write my character speaking a poem to yours.

prank: i’ll write our characters pulling pranks on each other.

scars: i’ll write your character touching my character’s scars.

seduce: i’ll write my character trying to seduce yours.

sketching: i’ll write your character drawing mine.

solace: i’ll write my character comforting yours.

song: i’ll write our character’s singing or playing a musical instruments.

traumatic: i’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience.

warmth: i’ll write our characters getting warm.

drabble prompts!

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... Where did you come from again?

Well, Dolly, I can’t find my skirt. I’m almost sure I had it on when I entered the apartment, so I don’t quite know where it could’ve gone… I’ve looked everywhere!

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Uh.. Emma?

Something on your mind?

Hm? I wasn’t paying attention, sorry. What were you saying?

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If I stumble over one more pair of boxers, I'm putting Alec out on the patio. It's bad en-- Blimey, what's got you so worked up?

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Try as you may to convince everyone that you're a starlet. It won't change the fact that you're a half-good cabaret singer whose ego's larger than her talent. xoxo, Anon Girl.

I’m sorry I’m too busy living my dream by singing every night and having hundreds adore me. There’s not very much convincing needed to be done.

It's not an ego if you've got the talent.

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No, I love that you love me. If we're doing the brutally honesty thing, suppose we do it right. *sighs heavily* Throw in some reasonably fancy wine, and we've got a deal. Just for the night, I'll forget about it.

So, my loving, wonderful best friend. What should we watch?

I am mean and you love that about me. I’ve got a plan. I will make us dinner and you can sing all you want while I prepare it. After that, you shut up, enjoy my marvelous food and we watch a good movie. Which I am willing to let you pick, just for the sake of not fighting. Stop with the pouts, though. It’s distracting.

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You're mean. I don't like you. No amount of praising will fix this now.

We are magical human beings. Alohomora.

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I don't believe the word wizard is synonymous with the word crazy. 

I do. At least there I usually get my drinks for free. It's on me, sit down. Remind me where you're working?

I dunno— we’re wizards, for fuck’s sake!  It could totally be possible.

I like the place y’work better way better than the Leaky Cauldron, y’know?  Whiskey, if it’s on your tab.  Sure.

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Well, now that the promise of Jelly slugs is out of the way, Ted -- You're looking very well lately, very attractive. How's life treating you?

Not in a long time. You, complimenting me, is long overdue.

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Oh thank you Marlene! I like the green ones, anyways.

So, how's life? Black driving you up the walls yet?

Oh, alright, but if you’ll stop making that face.

But I get the pink ones, okay?

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I'll change the locks.

I’ll use my keys, darling.

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Why can't we share both? 

I'll throw in an extra song?

As much as I like your voice, I’m keeping the jelly slugs. We can share the firewhiskey if you’d like.

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Rude, Alec. I'll have you know people pay to hear me. I get tips and everything. I'll make you sleep in the hallway.

Oh no! Hear you singing for one whole night? I don’t think I can do it. Have all the firewhiskey you want, though. Just let me be.

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Oh, Ted. Really? Have I ever told you you're my favorite? 

I don’t have them on me, but I can certainly spare a few Galleons to get it for you. 

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What're you want to call him.

Emma Vanity, My knickers are not big! Nor lonely, excuse you, I'll have you know I was the one who called off my last relationship, I think. I don't know, Dru and I have called it off a lot of times. *sighs*

Please, and maybe something else, a little stronger. Going to need it if we're having this conversation.

My moose? Huh. That’s funny. I thought I’d married a hunky Quidditch player, not a moose. My mistake, then. But I am happy that you’ll have some company in that big lonely flat of yours. Now to work on your, uh, big lonely knickers.

I am, yes! Only butterbeer, though? 

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Your father sounds like a magnificent man, if only I'd grown up in the fine arts. No, they found me instead. The first time I ever came across the opera house in london on a shopping trip when i was 8, I thought i'd nearly faint from the shock of how everything in my life clicked into place. *sighs happily*

It's a deal, fair meadowes.

Yeah, by Puccini right? I mean I dunno my dad is really into fine arts and all so I suppose maybe that’s why I’m forever failing to see the point in quidditch and all.

Fair enough, but one day you’ll have to perform for the lunch crowd of this place. Something to make up for the pea soup.

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Socialism? Socialist singing pigs, alright Peter.

Pettigrew, have you been coming to see my shows? How sweet. Seems like we're on the same page, please do. I'll buy you a drink, anything to save me from these droll fellows.

I dunno.  Isn’t it about… socialism?  One of those?

Still think it’s better than some of the other shit you’ve been singing, if y’ask me.  How’s “Gimme Shelter” fair with you?  ’Cause I’ll change the request for ‘at one.