Random Thoughts:

You know Ed Edd & Eddy? The old cartoon show with the ugly drawings and obnoxious plot lines? Yes, that one. I was watching it today and I realized: Kevin's voice is really cute. No, I'm not being pedo. It's true! It's all boyish and stuff. And his hair! It's all long and red (yes I saw the lake scene). I half want to pair him up with another guy. Heh, reminds me of that quote. "Do not meddle in the affairs of slashers because you are cute and go well with other men."

Arghhh. Wasting time when I should be writing my English essay. Screw Shakespeare.

Quotes:

“Potter, you should be resting,” he said, and made his voice all that was gentle and soothing. Harry should have tipped his head back and relaxed in it the way a cat would relax in a stream of sunshine.

“A hint,” said Harry, and tried to elbow him in the solar plexus, the berk. Draco moved in time to avoid that, but the elbow still hit him in the ribs, which hurt far more than it should have. Harry kept them specially sharp, he thought, half in incredulity, as he wrapped his arm around the injury. “In general, I’m not fond of lovers who sound like my mum.”

He grabbed Harry’s arm. A tiny sigh was his only warning before a spark of magic half-cooked his nails and made him let go perforce. He leaped back and stared at his hand. No mark—which only confirmed the wandless nature of the spell, which only made him desire Harry more, which only made him think about the obstacles and want to beat himself to death with the stone upon which the doxies’ nest hung.

- "For Their Unconquerable Souls" by Lomonaaerean

Done with her breakfast, and in spite of (or perhaps because of) the suddenly melancholy atmosphere in the room, Hedwig chose that moment to collect a sheet of loose-leaf paper from the kitchen table and carry it back over, setting it quite blatantly in front of Harry and hooting in a way that sounded strangely directive.

“Oh bloody- for the love of Circe, Hedwig, no.”

“What does she want?” Edward asked, confused by the exchange that had just taken place.

“Nothing.”

He managed to hold his tongue this time and was surprised when after a moments pause, Harry continued without any prompting from Edward. “She wants me to send a letter. She thinks she’s not being used to her full potential- gets after me every now and then to send her out with something.”

“So why don’t you just mail something?”

Harry’s voice was more detached than he’d ever heard it when he answered. “She doesn’t understand. There’s no one to send anything to.”

He felt as if he’d taken a punch to the gut. No one to send anything to. He knew from Carlisle that Harry claimed not to have anyone to take care of him, but what did that mean exactly? Possibly his family was all dead from this battle (war?) he’d fought, but there must be someone- some friend, some person to have raised him. He just couldn’t believe that this captivating boy was entirely alone in the world. Even Edward who was something of a self-described loner had his family, and beyond that a few friends and acquaintances. He didn’t know what to say. There was nothing to say. He cleaned up the bacon scraps.

"Signs of Waking" by hangedfire