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Oooooo tense!!

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Thanks to @cocommunitymoon for the tag!

I'm currently planning out the series of events for Obsidian Sapphires at the minute, and I find for certain things that I like to actually write out the scene to gauge the characters' reactions, thought processes, etc, even if it doesn't end up in the book itself.

This is one of those scenes, the start of when the meshaika are deliberating on their next move in relation to the Chalice situation.

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Merik signalled his departure upon the cleaning of the shards. Yet another matter to be raised. He entered his office below the main floor, pulling a notebook and pen from the drawer. Books and scrolls adorned the shelves, organised by topic and alphabet. A gold statue of Galista faced him from above the door, her face turned upwards, hands splayed out. “Galisje njl’v’arai.” Forgive me. He made a gesture for her and started writing, a stream of everything that had to be sorted today. The people. The ladies. The Chalice. Alycja. Repairing Galista’s image would only be the start. “Come in,” He made one final note as Jersk strode in, leaning on the desk. “Any emerging developments?” Merik shook his head, offering a seat to the head meshai. “When are the acolytes due for questioning?” “I’ve sent notes to the two of them, Alycja also. I’m inclined to have her cleaved.” He stopped writing for a moment. “Would you not at least hear her out? She may be willing to hand it back.” “It’s the principle of it.” Jersk wrote a note. “Tea as well?” Merik nodded, while he continued. “We can’t afford to seem flippant.”

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[cocommunitymoon]

Oh I am enthralled with this 😍😍😍 yall may make a bill weasley girly of me yet. Absolutely juicy drama to go around here and Bill is soooo smooth

Blurbsday Thursday!

Thank you @magicbystarlight for the tag and @cocommunitymoon for initiating this tag/challenge. This makes Thursday a whole lot better and is highly motivating.

For January 23, 2025:

A rough blurb from ‘Empty Bars’… a Bill Weasley one-shot that is sitting in the drafts.

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From the reflection on the tall, rain-splattered window, you saw a flash of ginger hair moving towards you. Your heart stuttered, went arrhythmic for a few seconds, and you felt your blood being shunted away from where it was needed. Your numb and cold hands clenched your glass, praying you had seen incorrectly. There was only one seat left at the bar and if he wanted to sit, then he’d be right beside you.

Your eyes flitted back to the window. The tall figure had now disappeared. Good, maybe he had gone to one of the side tables. If for some godforsaken reason it was Fred, then you were relieved.

The older man beside you continued: “If you’d like to join me next summer, I would very much prefer the company of a fair lady…”

“Good evening.”

You turned around. The realization that it wasn’t Fred or his voice sunk in like a bad drug.

“Hello,” your words caught as your mind finally caught up with who was in front of you, “William.”

“Might I steal this lovely lady from you?” Bill asked the man beside you.

The other gentleman politely retracted his conversation, likely mistaking Bill Weasley as your boyfriend. You were happy to play along with that. You looked at Bill. He was tall, the tallest of his family. He was dressed in a navy suit, his brown loafers beautifully polished. You weren’t used to seeing him in formal wear, but some years in the field changed him for the better. Had it been Fred here tonight, he would’ve just come in jeans and a t-shirt and made a right fool of himself and you.

“And Bill will do just fine,” he whispered as he slid into the barstool beside you.

“Bill,” you responded quietly, letting the dulcet notes of the pianist hide the shy tone of your voice. “It’s been a while. I can’t believe you still remember me.”

“How could I forget you, (Y/N)?” he remarked. “One whiskey,” he said to the bartender. He glanced at your drink. “Make that two, please. On the rocks.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

You both questioned at the same time.

“I fancy spending my Friday evenings here,” you answered. “It’s just as the name says, it’s a very dream-like place and I much prefer it to reality right now. And you?”

“I just got back from Egypt. A day earlier than anticipated. Figured I’d book a hotel instead of springing up on my family. I don’t want mum to make a huge fuss of my coming home. I thought I’d grab a drink, but stumbled on a familiar face.”

“That’s thoughtful of you.” Fred would never have considered Molly’s schedule. He would’ve barged straight in the Burrow and lazed around waiting for dinner. You’d know. You asked him to be more considerate. He never listened.

You looked into Bill’s eyes. They were blue. Unlike Fred’s but more like Percy’s. Percy Weasley. He was your best friend at work. Some in the office may have even teased you and called him your work ‘husband’. But you shot it down, thinking it was disrespectful to Fred, your actual boyfriend at the time. If only Fred had the same consideration for your feelings. He must’ve toed the line with Angelina at some point, dancing over the bygone shadow of your face.

Percy wasn’t like what others, like some of your more judgemental colleagues and his family members thought he was. You hated that Fred hated him. Percy was kind, considerate, and always there to lend an ear and you the same for him. He was good at communicating; he was also surprisingly empathetic, like the time he was too hesitant to tell you that he’d seen Fred making out with Angelina two weeks after you’d ended things.

“Canoodling,” Percy whispered in your shared office, his face red and burrowed in a report.

“Just canoodling?” you asked, pretending not to care too much.

“Smooching.”

“Just smooching?” you questioned with a raise of the eyebrow. You kept your tone light but you were dying inside, like a desperate, dying hand using your bruised heart as a lifeline.

“Fine,” he conceded. “Making out.” His face contorted, like that the most vulgar of words in the English language.

In retrospect, you should’ve maybe gone out with Percy Weasley. At least he would’ve invited you back home to meet his family. At least he would’ve taken your relationship seriously and made solid strides to what was important for you: a future. A fucking future.

“What are you thinking about?” Bill’s chuckle brought you back to reality. “You really do look like you're in a dream. This bar is truly befitting of you.”

You stammered, not wanting to admit to Bill that you’d been thinking about dating another one of his brothers. You wondered if he knew about your disastrous relationship with Fred.

“Work.”

“Just work?” His tone was teasing. “What’s been new with you since I came back?”

You stilled.

“You don’t have to talk about—that—,” Bill clarified, trying to navigate the first awkward hump on your conversation. “I don’t care about that. I’ve heard enough.”

(So this is more of a long excerpt but oh well). And everything comes back to Percy but it’s fine.

[cocommunitymoon]

My gahdamn kneeeeees holy shit damn wait! Just wait a fuckin moment! I! Was not! Prepared! Goody gotdamn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

✍🏽🗯️Blurbsday Thursday🤏🏽💻

Honestly, I’m just making this to encourage myself but I’d love if anyone else wanted to use it and do it! The notifs would definitely inspire me to keep myself going.

I’m not exactly sure how I’ll be using this, probably making it open to interpretation. Can be a blurb of a wip, an orphan blurb that doesn’t quite have a fic home, short blurbs I’ve written and don’t think I can expand on, or personally posting my Drag n Drops on my main blog.

But hey! Use it how it inspires you! Feel free to turn it into a tag game, to use it as a writing trap that when you see it you HAVE to write a blurb, whatever gets your creativity going 🥰 cuz that’s what I’ll be doing 😛