#the barns was a household of 5 (barely) there has to be all sorts of shit in the dvd shelf. from disney to like fucking twilight

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still thinking about the “7:30 pm movie time” part of ronan’s schedule in cdth like. what the fuck kind of movies does he watch Actually

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5,000 question survey series part--forty-three

4101. What is the most difficult thing you have ever overcome? One is all the surgeries I had as a kid that required spending months in the hospital. It was just a very difficult, frustrating time.  4102. What is more imporatnt, how much someone has achieved or how far they have come to achieve it? Uh, I don’t know if either one is more important than the other. Someone who has achieved anything they’re proud of is something to applaud, whether it’s one thing or many things. I think someone who has had to work hard and came a long way is commendable, but I’m not gonna knock someone who maybe didn’t have to work as hard to achieve something either. I want people to succeed and as long as they’re doing something shady to achieve it, then I’m rooting for you.  4103. Have you ever had anything published? No. I’ve never attempted to have something published either.

4104. Of the following, what kind of person would you be more attracted to (1 is highest, 3 lowest): I don’t look for that in a guy, like I don’t compare them to myself in that way. Besides, I don’t think I’m attractive so I would always think they were more attractive than me. less good looking than you? about as good looking as you? more good looking than you? how goodlooking are you? I’m not. 4105. less inteligent than you? about as intelligent as you? more intelligent than you? I mean, I think it would be nice to be with someone I thought I was intelligent and I could a lot from. It could also be intimidating, though. I wouldn’t want to feel dumb or like I couldn’t contribute anything to the conversation. As long as they weren’t arrogant or cocky about it or put people down for not knowing something. how intelligent are you? Meh. I just feel average. 4106. has less money than you? has about as much money as you? has more money than you? I don’t care about their money. Like, we both could contribute and take care of each other. And if they did have more money than me, I wouldn’t expect them to be the sole provider. I would still contribute what I could. How wealthy are you? I’m not. I’m fortunate that I still live at home and my parents still provide a lot for me financially, but I do contribute what I can towards bills (a couple household bills and my own bills) and whatnot.  4107. less wild and crazy than you? about as wild and crazy as you? more wild and crazy than you? I’m not wild and/or crazy, ha so I couldn’t handle someone who was. I mean, I could handle some, like a little spontaneity and adventure. Someone like, “Hey, let’s take a drive up to the beach or mountains this weekend!” Something along those lines haha nothing too crazy. I’m really gonna need a guy who is down to chill at home and binge watch shows and movies with me, play board games, get takeout, and just take it easy a lot. Not to say we never go anywhere or do anything, but I couldn’t be with someone who always had to be doing something ya know? I don’t have the energy for that and due to health reasons I rest a lot. How wild and crazy are you? I’m not. I’m tame and lame, ha. 4108. Is your bathroom shelf stacked with numorous bottles of lotions and creams? Our bathroom pantry has a lot of that stuff, as well as the cupboard space under the sink. There’s some stuff on the counter, too. 4109. How do you maintain your body? Uhh, I’m thin but I’m not in shape or fit. I’ve always been thin and had a fast metabolism, but for the past few years I’ve been too thin/underweight due to health reasons and appetite issues. 4110. Did you ever imagine that objects have a life of their own? Yeah, ha. I kept stuffed animals and stuff from my childhood because I would feel bad getting rid of them. As though they had feelings or something. I have a hard time getting rid of anything. 4111. What is it like to be an object, do ya think? It could suck cause they’re just being used by people until they’re not useful anymore, or it could feel loved and important if used often. Or it could be like some things I have that are just sitting on a shelf collecting dust and feeling sad. :X  lol. 4112. Do stones, rocks, trees, lamps, water, couches, etc all have some sort of life energy running through them? Yeah. 4113. Would you ever consider getting romantically involved with: your teacher? I’m done with school, but no I never would have considered being involved with any of my teachers, then or now. your doctor? Nope.  4114. If ____ asked me for sex, I could NOT refuse. Fill in the blank as if you were speaking. I would refuse everyone at this time. 4115. What is 'nothing'? Absence of something? 4116. Would you rather read about how to get better abs or about how thousands of people across the globe are marching for peace? About how thousands of people across the globe are marching for peace. 4117. Should america make love, not war? Of course that would be nice. 4118. If you could nominate anyone for sainthood, who ould you and why? I have no idea. 4119. Can you name one person who is purely good? Jesus. 4120. How about one person who is completely evil? Satan. 4121. Is there a book inside of you? Uhhh. If yes, what about? 4122. Do you call people more often or get calls more often? Calls more often out of the two, but it’s not a lot. 4123. What do you wake up to? Usually just on my own. 4124. If you could get a free subscription to any magazine what would it be? I wouldn’t. I haven’t read a magazine in several years. 4125. When you wrote letters to santa did you ever ask for stuff that didn't exist? No.  4126. Make up a new slogan for McDonald's: Nah. 4127. What kind of people do you like to be associated with (buisness, writers, dark, antisocial, spiritual, happy)? Chill people that I just vibe with and relate to. 4128. How are you like a toaster? I let stuff build up until pop! 4129. Do you believe we are really in the matrix? Nah, man. 4130. There are 2 dolls, a gw Bush doll and a Sadam Hussein doll. You can only afford one. Which do you buy? I’d have no reason to want either one. 4131. What is a jaberwocky? The dragon from Alice Through the Looking Glass.  4132. Finish the sentances: Nah.

I'm speed racer and I drive real fast, I drive real fast: I'm a big bird and I like to steal, I like to steal and I like to: I'm a barbie doll and I've got grace, I've got grace but: 4133. What do you think aliens would think of life on earth? Probably nothing good. 4134. What image do you get fom the words 'urban decay'? Well, I think of the makeup brand. 4135. Have a ___ day. Fill in the blank with anything but 'nice' Have a chill day. 4136. Do you own anything with a: southpark character or logo on it? No. greatful dead bear or logo on it? No. 4137. What is your impression of beatniks? I don’t know what that is. 4138. What was the last thing you ordered (or watched) on pay-per-view? I have no idea... that would have been ages ago. 4139. Nails, long or short? My nails are barely even there. :X 4140. Do you prefer touch lamps, the clapper, or the old-fashioned light switch? Ha, I think it’d be neat to have the clapper. I could set up the Alexa and get the electronics that are compatible with it and have the same thing.  4141. Can you 'berry talk'? What? 4142. Do you like vines on old buildings? Sure. How about grafitti on old buildings? Murals are really cool. 4143. When someone says 'it's been one of tose days' what do they mean by 'those days'? A shitty day. 4144. Have you ever owned those magic markers that could change colors? Yeah. 4145. It's not easy bein' ____. Fill in the blank as if you were speaking. Me. 4146. Is there a song that has been stuck in your head since you were a child? Wow, no not that long. It can be annoying having a song stuck in my head for a few days, I couldn’t imagine having a song stuck in my head since childhood. I mean, I sometimes have songs from my childhood stuck in my head, but that’s obviously different. 4147. Do you own anything plaid? I have a plaid throw pillow and a plaid pair of leggings. 4148. Do you recycle? Plastic bottles and cans. 4149. What is your strongest point? I don’t feel I have one. :/ 4150. What is your weakest point? I have a lot of those.

What are you doing to work on that weakness? I’m not, that’s the problem. 4151. Paraphrase (rewrite) this sentance without using any of the words currently in it that are more than 2 letters long (except THE you can use THE). If anyone should steal this survey from you they should paraphrase YOUR sentance and so on: “Deep in the heart of turn of the century India a young mongoose is adopted by a british family.” Long ago a European family took in a baby animal in a foreign country. Ha, I don’t know.

4152. A baby is born witha terminal disese. She will suffer agonizing pain for 5 years and then die. The mother gives the baby a sleeping medicine and it dies. Mom claims it was a mercy killing. Prosecution claims it was murder. You are on the jury. What is your vote? Jeez, I can’t with these questions. 4153. Why doesn't poetry say outright what it means? Cause that’s boring. 4154. Read this sentance: “I can’t wait until summer is over.”

Now delete it.

Done?

Now write any sentance you want there instead. 4155. What is your opinion of Orson Welles? I don’t know who that is.  4156. If you were a lotion, what would your label say? I don’t know. 4157. What side id your good side? I don’t have one. 4158. Rewrite that sentance you deleted up there as best you can. Try to get the idea across even if you don't get the exact words right: Impatiently waiting for this season to end. 4159. What is your favorite work by Edgar Allen Poe? A Tell-Tale Heart and The Raven. 4160. Of the following short stories which would you be most likly to read (based on titles alone if you aren't familiar with them, 1 is most likely 9 is least likely)?? Just gonna bold which ones I might read instead. Young Goodman Brown The Cask of Amontillado The Story of an Hour The Metemorphasis Barn Burning The Lottery <<< I’ve read this one. A & P The Sandkings Minority Report 4161. What is the differance between a norm and a value? Values are more general and abstract.  4162. Can you think of a norm in your own culture that is different from a value in your culture? Cancel culture has become the norm it seems, which differs from values in society like compassion, forgiveness, understanding, empathy.   4163. Who is your favorite star wars character? My squad: The Child (baby Yoda), C3PO, Chewbacca, Yoda, and R2D2. 4164. Why haven't we begun to colonize the moon? Because it’s not inhabitable. 4165. What did you think of the shuttle columbia blowing up? That was absolutely horrific and devastating. Ugh. I feel horrible for those who lost their lives and for the people who witnessed it, especially their loved ones. 4166. What do you remember about the challenger? That happened before I was born, I just learned about it when I was older.  4167. Is the force with you? Yep. May the force with be you, too. 4168. What is your favorite spoof movie? The Scary Movie series. 4169. Would you ever own a(n): human slave? Wtf, NO.

robotic slave (where the robot is consiouss of itself)? I don’t want any type of slave.  trained ape slave? Nooooooo. human clone slave? Nooooooo. 4170. What can no one stop you from doing? Surveys, ha. 4171. Who would you be bored without? My family, which includes my doggo.  4172. What is your only hope? God. 4173. Would you rather visit france or puerto rico and why? Hmm. I’d be down for either one. 4174. Have you ever corrupted someone or dragged them down? No. 4175. If you could say/teach one thing to all the youth of america what would it be? Respect. 4176. Does any part of your body get in yyour way? No. 4177. Leia or Amidala? Gotta go with my girl, Princess Leia/General Organa. 4178. Do you trust your feelings? Usually. Sometimes I think I’m being paranoid and ridiculous, but also I think I’m just being real and logical even if it does seem negative and pessimistic at times. I want to be safe than sorry, ya know. But there are definitely times where I am wrong. 4179. Do you feel empty or passionate most of the time? Empty. :/ I don’t have a passion and that really worries me. I want that. 4180. What was your monet of triumph? Ha, I thought “monet of triumph” was a phrase I wasn’t familiar with, but upon Googling I think it’s just a typo. It sounds cool, though. Anyway, my moment of triumph... I mean, not to get dark but being a victim of gun violence at 7 months old and surviving is pretty major. I can’t think of anything else. 4181. Explain what piety is: Being religious, I think. 4182. In what ways are you a rebel? “I’m a loner, Dottie. A rebel.”  4183. In what ways are you a conformist? Uhh. I follow the rules? 4184. Do you likie movie endings that leave you wondering or tie upp all the loose ends? If there’s going to be another movie in the series then I’m for a cliff hanger, it’s exciting. Even though I am super impatient. Otherwise, I typically don’t like when movies just abruptly end and I have to try and figure out what happened. Like, I need answers. 4185. What movie has the best soundtrack? Hmm. 4186. What adventure would you liike to undertake? I don’t know. If we’re ever able to travel again safely, I’d love to do so. I need a fun vacation. 4187. Do you tip gas station attendants when you get full service? We gotta pump our own gas where I’m from. 4188. Do you own any souvineers; what from where? I own a lot of souvenirs from various places.  4189. Does your age make you embaressed? Not the age itself, I just feel embarrassed about where I’m at in life at 31 years old.   4190. Are you the strong and silent type? I’m not strong, but I’m silent.  4191. What doo your shoes look like? Which ones, I have several pairs. 4192. Do you ever admire yourself while naked? Ew, absolutely not. I hate my body, I’m extremely self-conscious. I don’t feel comfortable at all naked. Like literally, as soon I’m done showering I’m throwing clothes back on. 4193. If you could make someone's clothes magically disappear who would you do it to and where? Uh, I wouldn’t do that to anyone.  4194. Who is more foolish, the fool or the fool that follows the first fool? They’re all foolish. 4195. A good website for the bored (not a diary one): YouTube. 4196. Did people REALLY land on the moon? Yes. 4197. Would you rather live for a month in India or Alaska? Hmm. Maybe Alaska.  4198. What is one country you ould NEVER visit and why? I don’t know. 4199. Who is the busiest person you can think of? My mom. 4200. What is the average length of your relationships? Ha, what relationships.

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Stark

Rating: PG

Warning(s): Mentions of Character Death, Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 2,235

Info: I entered @littledarlinhavefaithinme Sebastian Stan Summer Song Writing Challenge. I choose to do it based off of Lullaby by Shawn Mullins. So I loosely and I mean loosely based it off the song, where she grew up with Tony, and Bucky does quote my favorite line of the song at the end. Also big thanks to @coffeebucko for making my moodboard!

Synopsis: Bruce snaps everyone back into existence and Thanos is gone. 5 years have passed and many things have changed for Remedy Stark, she’s an older sister, her dads gotten married to her mother figure and she isn't sure where she fits in it all.

Remedy Stark was born at the tail end of the ’80s, her father couldn't tell her much about how she was born but he could tell her about her mother and the story of how she was brought to him. Remedy could recount the story of being dropped off at her dad, Tony’s front doorstep by her mothers grieving friend. How Tony took one look at six-year-old her and cursed under his breath.

Remedy started showing her mutant abilities just a few months after she had moved in with her father. Tony had been working with some tools when he cut his finger open, feeling bad Remedy walked over grabbed her father's finger and kissed it. After telling him it was all better Tony looked down to find it healed with not even a scar left behind. That night they sat at the breakfast nook where Tony made Remedy promise she would keep her powers to them, and she did till she fixed Uncle Rhodey’s broken arm.

Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp, Bono, Mariah Carey, 2Pac, Elon Musk, Madonna, Michael J. Fox, Kevin Costner, Liv Tyler, Whitney Houston, Richard Branson, Steven Tyler, Bruce Springsteen, Celine Dion, and Leonardo DiCaprio were among the few who partied at the Stark mansion, getting to see Remedy Stark grow up. She learned to speak many languages, her best friend was an artificial intelligence named Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, or Jarvis for short, her father created, till she went to a private charter school.

Now Remedy, wasn’t as smart as her father, but she did skip a few grades here and there, graduating at the age of 14 in 2001. The same year Pepper Potts entered both her and her father's life, she watched them dance around each other in fawning, praying for the day when either her dad grew mature or one of them made a move. That was also the year her second mutation activated, all Remedy had to do was think of a place she wanted to be and she would end up there, unfortunately, it happened in front of both Pepper and her father. It became a family secret.

Years went by, she watched the only woman she ever saw as a mother figure dive in love with her father, while he became a superhero. Aliens it turned out were real, a frozen super-soldier her father spent his entire existence in the shadow was alive, assassins could have their own family and be a damn good friend, also Nazis it turned out were still around.

Being called an Avenger was pretty amazing, but what felt even more amazing to Remedy was saving lives. Fixing the wrongs in the world that you could. Remedy found a family in the Avengers. Wanda was someone who was her own and that could relate to the pressures of being someone with powers. Steve soon after the battle New York, became her best friend, a brother she never she wanted, along with Clint and Sam. Natasha, well she was another Aunt and another mother figure of sorts who brought along Bey. Bey was Natasha’s child, her pride and joy, but also Remedy’s best friend.

Turns out when you get shocked by Thor when trying to save a small nation, well it can awaken hidden powers where you can open portals. Soon everyone knows your secrets and governments well they don't care that you are a Stark, or that you save lives, they notice the fallout you leave behind.

Remedy knew Steve and her father Tony getting along was never going to last, they always had a fallout but they always came together in the end. This time Remedy wasn't able to foretell the destruction, Thunderbolt Ross would have on the group. Remedy left to go bury her Godmother Peggy Carter, then the next thing she knew she was a wanted fugitive.

Tony wanted her to hate Bucky, for killing her grandparents she barely knew, but she couldn't find it in her. It wasn't Bucky’s fault it was the men behind the controls. She could be angry at Steve for not telling her father but she could easily forgive him attempting to protect his best friend, she would do the same for Wanda and Bey.

When it was all over, said and done, T’Challa welcomed Remedy along Bey to lay low in Wakanda when they weren't trying to be vigilantes. Pepper would meet up with Remedy behind Tony’s back, updating her on her father as well as her godfather. Always going their separate ways with a hug and tears in their eyes.

Than Thanos happened and one moment she was assisting Natasha to get up after healing her broken arm, getting ready to open a portal, next she saw her body turning to ash before her very eyes. Next, she was standing between Sam Wilson, Bucky with Bey who was transformed into a Mammoth with both Princess Shuri and Spiderman on their back, as they were being portalled back to New York.

Remedy fought long and hard, the burning feeling in lungs, long since came a constant reminder she was alive. Working back to back with Wanda most of the fight, sending people her way, or defending Spider-Man, or well Peter, he had stopped to introduce himself and to apologize for the black eye back in Germany. Yeah, she could grow to like the kid and could see why her dad did too.

Seeing her dad again for the first time in what felt like forever, was crazy, especially when Remedy half expected him to yell at her, instead he hugged her. Remedy honestly couldn't remember the last time her father had hugged her. He held her tightly to the metal suit he had long lost his helmet it seemed, Remedy could have sworn she felt tears hit her scalp.

“You are so grounded young lady, I don’t care if you are 30 years old, you are grounded! No television, phone, no boys, we are going to have a long talk about what it means to be a vigilante and not talk to our parents.” Tony broke the silence that surrounded them, trying to make his daughter laugh, while she tugged him down to dodge a laser beam heading their way.

Remedy wasn't sure how long the fight even lasted but for her, it ended with her on Bey’s Polar Bear form a few yards away from Bruce Banner who was in possession of the gauntlet. Bruce snapped and the next thing she noticed was the aliens they had been fighting were turning to dust. Thanos was defeated and all of a sudden it felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Exhaustion hit Remedy hard and it was expected so the last thing she remembered was the white fur, hitting her face before she was caught by Clint.

The drive to wherever they were going seemed to drag on as Remedy got stuck between the two super soldiers, a guy named Frank Castle was driving and he wouldn't let anyone touch for stereo. Somehow Sam had won a coin toss and got to ride shotgun, while in the very back Bey was sharing their iPod with Wanda and Karen Page, was snoring.

When Remedy came to in the back of a truck that belonged to Castle, Pepper had been pushing her hair back. Tears had been cascading down her face even though she was smiling, Remedy had tried to smile but everything in her body has hurt. Pepper was in her suit of armor, Remedy remembered choking out the colors were far better than Dad’s, making Pepper laugh. Tony had leaned over the side of the truck kissing the crown of her head, reminding her favoritism sucked.

Soon they were invited back to Stark-Potts household because of course they got married, but it turns out they no longer lived in the city but out by Lake George. The two-hour drive listening to classic rock and alternative rock, barley any legroom, the constant sniff, and cough was starting to get to Remedy. Almost making her wish she had taken up the Peter Quill guy, or even Scott Lang offers up for a lift.

As Hozier’s voice crooned about how he should have taken better care of his lover, the road Frank had turned on to suddenly became bumpy. Steve sat up straighter, suddenly elbowing Remedy in the ribs with his sharp elbow, causing her to take a deep intake of breath. Bucky reached around Remedy smacking his best friend on the back of the skull, getting a laugh out of Wanda and Bey in the back. Steve gave her an apologetic look as they drew closer to a cabin that looked almost luxurious, right away Remedy knew this was one of her Dad’s places.

As the Range Rover came to a slow stop, Remedy noticed Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey standing on the porch together, with drinks in their hands. Remedy followed Bucky out of the car and saw the lake to her left, it's beauty was serene, she could see why Pepper and her Dad would settle here. Suddenly arms were around Remedy’s legs and holding on tightly to her, with no foreseeable plan to let go it seemed.

“Remy, Daddy said he would bring you home and he did! Mom said you would teach me how to play guitar and you’d Dutch braid. I’m so happy your home.” Remedy stared down at the little girl at her legs in confusion before she heard footsteps nearing, and a hand was placed on top of the little girls head. That hand is turned our belonged to her father and beside him was Pepper, both of which were smiling at her.

“Remedy, this is Morgan, we had her shortly after the snap. Morgan this is your older sister Remedy.” Tony was now holding Morgan in his arms, who continued to stare at Remedy was adoration.

“I know who Remedy is Daddy, I have her picture at my bedside, I tell her goodnight every night and I read to her. Well not her, the picture of her, but now I can read to her because you brought her home to us, as you promised!” Remedy felt her heart rate skyrocket, she had a sister, she had been gone five years and so much has changed. To the right, she could hear Bey screaming no, as Clint was saying sorry, everything felt louder, her breathing more shallow.

“Remy?” Pepper put her hand on her shoulder like she used to do when she was a teenager, and she felt the world was out to get her, but Pepper always reassured her, she was stronger than those who brought her down. Remy tried her hardest to smile at Morgan, but she felt perhaps it still came out more like a grimace than anything else.

“Morgan, it's so good to meet you. If you don't mind, I just need a second to catch my breath.” Remedy had reached over and squeezed her little sister soft delicate hand in a loving gesture before she turned away from her family. Her legs taking her out towards the edge of the dock of the lake, hands-on her hips she found herself struggling to breathe as her mind raced.

Where did she belong now? Why did she have to leave all those years ago, she should have come home with the tail tucked between her legs and signed the accords, they could have been a family. She had missed out on the wedding, the one she had wished for since she was a pre-teen, on her birthday cakes and falling stars. Tony had taken in Peter Parker, Spider-Man who was a pretty cool kid, but still, she missed out on seeing them interact. Here she was a big sister and she missed five years of bed life and yet she seemed to know everything about her, acted like she was the best thing in the world. What would Morgan think when she found out that she wasn't all that great?

An arm around her shoulder, the scent of metal, tea tree, sandalwood, amber, leather, and moss hit her nose, indicating Bucky was the one at her side. He ran his flesh hand up and down her arm, as he put his face in her hair shushing her as she began to cry. Remedy didn't need to be told that Natasha was also gone, along with Vision, people they lost in the war. Her family was falling apart and she felt so broken, yet here was a man she spent weeks on the run, months in Wakanda with, comforting her.

“I’m not sure about you, but I feel a little lost right now, but that's because we are in a strange place, but I promise you Remedy, you got me. You aren’t alone and we’ve got Sam and Bey as well as Steve.” Remedy kept her head in the crook of Bucky’s neck as the vibrations of his voice soothed her along with the smoothing up and down motions of him rubbing her back.

“Everything’s going to be alright.” Bucky kissed the crown of her forehead and looked out at the water while he just held Remedy in his. He vowed to keep her safe and maybe they could help each other piece themselves back together in this messed up world.

[that-buckley-gal]

Powerless - (Final) Chapter Eighteen

December 14, 1945

It’s now been seven months since Bucky died and five since Steve disappeared and believed to be dead. After leaving Italy, I didn’t know where I could go, if I could go anywhere.

When I finally arrived in the states, I was directed to and eventually locked up on Ellis Island for about two days trying to prove I was a natural-born American who’s been on vacation in Europe for the past two years. I had American citizenship. The only way I got through was by quietly telling the person who was handling my case was by showing her my marriage license, my birth certificate, and confirming the truth that my brother was Captain America, rest his soul. Only then was I allowed to place a call to the number Howard gave me along with the address. Slightly concerned about the time, 5:43 AM, I thought I should try again later in order to not disturb whoever it was I calling. “Hello, this is Jarvis,” a smooth voice rang out from the other end just before I was going to hang up the phone. “Oh, um. Hello,” I said nervously. “I hope I’m not bothering you, sir. But Howard, uh, Stark gave me this number – ” “Madison Barnes, I assume?” Jarvis asked, more alert this time. “Um, yes,” I weakly confirm. “Are you in danger or in need of any assistance?” He asked, and I knew the poor man was fully awake now. “Um, I just need some help getting out of this place, I guess. I had to go through immigration,” I say. “Give me forty minutes, and I’ll be there.” “Thank you, sir.” I waited forty minutes, and then a man in a suit came and got me out of there. Only once we were safely strapped in in a car and driving away did he properly introduce himself as Edwin Jarvis, Howard’s household butler who was, up until now, on indefinite vacation from his post. He expressed gratitude for calling him right away instead of letting him sit around a while longer. We drove around the city for a while, and got breakfast at an automat where a spunky girl served us; she was slightly proud in admitting she’d just started working there and was aspiring to be on Broadway. She was adamant that we leave with the belief that we would see Angie Martinelli on Broadway in the near future. Shortly after that, Jarvis drove me to Howard’s mansion where I would be staying until he returned, and said I could call him any time if I needed anything else. Later, in the beginning of May, World War II officially came to an end with the Nazis surrendering to the Allied Forces. It didn’t bring me any consolation other than slight relief that my baby wouldn’t have to grow up in a world at war. Shortly after that, Howard came back to New York as well and said that, if I wanted to, I could continue to live at the mansion while he went looking for Steve. I accepted the offer and he took his leave again. He would pop back in every now and again with news of his findings – apparently he came across the Tesseract in his search for Steve, and he brought it to his own lab for further research. His sporadic visits, and my rarely leaving the house, lead the press into printing news that I was his wife and that he was the father of my child. Speaking of the baby, Stefan James Barnes was born on June 20, 1945 at 7:43 in the morning. Labor was a pain, and my only support was Jarvis, not that I minded so much; apparently Howard was on his way home to come see that everything was okay, even though it was. Stefan was 6 pounds, 8 ounces and measured in at 20 inches. He didn’t cry too much after he was out, and despite my deep desire to hold him, I didn’t. He was my baby, yes, but he was out. Seeing him there, knowing he would never be cared for or taught right from wrong by Bucky or Steve, or even fully understand who they were as people depressed me and I couldn’t bring myself to hold him. A few hours passed before I managed to convince myself that it would be all right to hold him. I picked him up and held him for hours until he finally woke up from his nap. When I saw the color of his eyes, I knew I would never let him go and would sooner die rather than let anyone try to hurt him. Stefan had Bucky’s eyes. So, my life moved along as my baby grew everyday. Occasionally the thought to try to call Peggy or let her know I was at least okay and alive crossed my mind, but something told me she already knew. On the first day of August, I received an envelope that confirmed it. There was no return address. When I did open it hours later, I found it was nothing but a congratulatory note from Peggy on my birth. I figured she must’ve talked to Howard because she wouldn’t know Stefan’s name otherwise. I also recovered the vial of the super-soldier serum from my old apartment back. My old acquaintance, Dottie, was now living in my and Steve’s old apartment. I met her husband, Jack Thompson, who was also her first boyfriend who she met up with when Steve left her at the World Expo. He was a little weary of my being Captain America’s sister, but otherwise welcomed me into my former home. Since Dottie was so empathetic, I decided to express a desire to say goodbye to my home. She convinced Jack to take a quick walk with her to give me time to be alone. As soon as they were gone I went to my old room and pried up the floorboards that hid the serum, grabbed the bottle and returned to the living room just as the couple returned. I wished them a happy life together, and Dottie and I parted ways on a happy note. When I got back home, I sent Jarvis off to his own home for the rest of the day. Partly because he needed a break every once in a while, and partly because I wanted to break into Howard’s lab to grab something smaller than what I had now to present the serum to Howard.

Howard returned, leaving his team to continue his search for Steve. He and I spent the day, as usual, in the lab. Me doing paperwork, and him doing what it was he did. I’d just returned from feeding Stefan when I decide now was a good time as any to give Howard the serum. Taking a deep breath, I stop writing down information and look up at Howard. He was observing the Tesseract again. I call his attention to me and grab the vial from my desk drawer and hold it up. “I have this vial of Erskine’s serum,” I stated. Howard’s eyes popped open and his jaw slacked. He barely managed to stammer out, “How did you get it?” “Uh… Don’t be too mad, but he gave it to me just before Steve’s transformation. He, uh, he trusted me to keep it a secret ‘until the time was right’ and it just feels like now is the right time.” Howard gently swipes the serum from me and eyes the vial hungrily before looking at me. “Do you have any more?” He asked hopefully. I bite my lip and shake my head. “No. This is all that Erskine trusted me with. Nobody besides him knew I had it.” “Oh, wow. This is really amazing,” Howard gushed. “Thank you for trusting me with it.” “Well, it’s not going to do any good just sitting there,” I say with a shrug. “I’ll have to use this sparingly if I’m ever going to figure it out. And also find a way to get my hands on Erskine’s original research.” I could hear Stefan beginning to cry, and left Howard to his own devices as he continued to mutter things about what he needed and plans on how he could possibly get what he needed. Stefan was such a good baby. He’d usually stop crying as soon as I entered the room. The almost-six-month-old gurgled and reached out his hands. Knowing he wanted to be held, I just smiled at him and picked him up. He was my little boy and I was going to spoil him, especially since the only other two people in my life currently weren’t going to try to stop me as they spoiled him too. “HEY – MADI? Can you come here for a sec?” Howard called. “Ooh, what’s uncle Howie gonna need now?” I ask Stefan, who only giggles. “Can you said ‘Howie’?” “Ooh,” the baby cooed. “Oww-ee.” “What’s up?” I ask once we enter the room. Howard had set the serum on his table, and appeared to be moving papers while trying to clean up a spilled cup of coffee. Concerned for my scatter-brained boss, I step further into the lab. “If you could just move your shield to your workstation and out of my way, it’d be appreciated,” Howard said. Looking by his feet, I could see my shield was on the ground, feet away from Howard. Shaking my head at him, I walk over and grab it. “What are you even doing?” I ask once I step towards my station, still having Stefan secured in one arm, and the shield in the other as I look for a place to set it that wasn’t ‘in the way’. “Trying to figure out how I can balance the serum and the Tesseract,” Howard said nonchalantly. “And I’ve come to a decision that I need to pick one.” “All by your self?” I ask. “Ha, ha,” Howard said drily. I snigger to myself before kicking a box away, not knowing where it would go. Only when I heard a crash did I look up to see that the box had crashed into a shelf, which was already on the verge of collapsing, and made the whole thing fall apart. Everything that was strategically stacked on it went crashing to the floor. One of the larger, more pointless, things (a large ball of some sort that I still didn’t know what Howard used it for) went rolling in the direction of the triangular table that stood behind Howard, and took out one of its legs. The table now balanced on two legs, and cringing, I watch as it fell, dropping more papers and the case the Tesseract was in. The glass case broke, letting the Tesseract free bounce away. When everything finally stilled, I looked at Howard apologetically while Stefan started giggling at the mess. “I am so sorry.” Instead of being angry, like I would understand him to be, he just gave a weak shrug and a tight chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, kid. I probably needed new furniture in here anyway.” “But still. I should’ve just – ” The Tesseract, that was seemingly unaffected, suddenly let off a large emission of power that was headed straight for me. Instead of jumping out of the way, I curl up around Sebastian who started to cry, and cover us with the shield. “MADI!” The shield turned blue, and I could feel the Tesseract’s power engulf Stefan and myself. I couldn’t stop it, but whatever happened, if we survived this, I knew I would do whatever it took to keep Stefan safe. A loud ‘CRACK’ sounded and I heard myself screaming, from both fear and frustration because, for the first time in my life, I felt completely powerless.

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Silence in the Library by Katharine Schellman (Lily Adler Mystery #2)

My Review (5*) I loved the first instalment in this cozy historical mystery series, and I loved this one as it’s a gripping and well written story. It’s a well written story that kept me turning pages as it’s gripping and highly entertaining. Lily is a strong heroine, clever and strong willed. She face the prejudice of her age towards clever woman and she’s not afraid to speak her mind or to challenge the convention of Regency time and of the Ton. Women were expected to act ladylike and not be involved in murder investigation. I love how she cares for her independence and how she manages her life. The cast of characters is well thought and likeable. Both Simon Page and Luke Harley are interesting characters as they both have to face prejudices. Simon is middle class and he has to relate to Ton people during his investigation. The class prejudice is strong and Lily is a sort of proxy helping with people who despise him. Jack is a likeable and fleshed out characters, half Indian he has to face racial prejudice. The mystery is solid, full of twists and turns. There’s plenty of suspects, red herrings and I was able to guess who did it but not how. One of my pet peeves are love triangle and there won’t be one in this story. I strongly recommend it. Many thanks to Crooked Lane Books,  Katharine Schellman, Partners in Crime and Netgalley for this ARC, all opinions are mine

Synopsis: Regency widow Lily Adler has finally settled into her new London life when her semi-estranged father arrives unexpectedly, intending to stay with her while he recovers from an illness. Hounded by his disapproval, Lily is drawn into spending time with Lady Wyatt, the new wife of an old family friend. Lily barely knows Lady Wyatt. But she and her husband, Sir Charles, seem as happy as any newly married couple until the morning Lily arrives to find the house in an uproar and Sir Charles dead.

All signs indicate that he tripped and struck his head late at night. But when Bow Street constable Simon Page is called to the scene, he suspects foul play. And it isn’t long before Lily stumbles on evidence that Sir Charles was, indeed, murdered.

Mr. Page was there when Lily caught her first murderer, and he trusts her insight into the world of London’s upper class. With the help of Captain Jack Hartley, they piece together the reasons that Sir Charles’s family might have wanted him dead. But anyone who might have profited from the old man’s death seems to have an alibi… until Lily receives a mysterious summons to speak with one of the Wyatts’ maids, only to find the young woman dead when she arrives.

Mr. Page believes the surviving family members are hiding the key to the death of both Sir Charles and the maid. To uncover the truth, Lily must convince the father who doesn’t trust or respect her to help catch his friend’s killer before anyone else in the Wyatt household dies

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The Author: Katharine Schellman is a former actor, one-time political consultant, and currently the author of the Lily Adler Mysteries. A graduate of the College of William & Mary, Katharine currently lives and writes in the mountains of Virginia in the company of her family and the many houseplants she keeps accidentally murdering.

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Don’t masturbate the risotto and other household memes.

Here I am, talking about my mother again, but if you lived with this cryptid you’d be doing this too.

So you know those phrases that someone says once and they forever remain in your household, be it family or roommates or other, as memes? The number one source of those in my house is my mother. Some of the things she says are just golden.

Neither my brother or I were particularly great at high school, my brother is better than me but only because he’s aiming above a passing-D average. I really set the precedent for her frustration though, and somewhere around the time I’d barely scraped by above flunking my second year of high school she developed a new way of expressing these frustrations. Which happened to be my 5′6′’ shorter-and-nearly-60lbs-at-least lighter than me stocky little cart horse of a mother looking at me and whining “Oh my GAWD I am going to roundhouse kick you in the eye!” a threat which with out fail, managed to set us all off laughing and has to this day remained the signal of ‘your’s beginning to frustrate me but also fucking seriously kid’.

Another incident went down while helping my mother, her best friend and my not-blood-related-but-close-enough aunt, and her friend cater their work Christmas party. I was a teenager at the time, but the three adults had cracked the first wine bottle around 10am and promptly moved on to harder stuff, by 4pm really no one was noticing that I’d started mixing drinks off the bar two hours ago. We were all singing Christmas music and cooking away merrily. Well at least until the last dish of the evening prep, risotto, was on the stove. My aunt and her friend were three sheets to the wind and fussing with it, not letting it alone to burble, and my down to earth and not fussy at all fantastic cook ma raised her gin and tonic over her head from where she was in the corner watching biscuits in the oven and yelled “Don’t masturbate the risotto! It’ll figure it’s self out, fucking christ.” and went back to watching the biscuits. This remains the succinct household phrase for leave whatever you’re worrying over alone you’re not actually getting much done beyond wanking it around.

The last household meme comes from a late night just a few years ago while my father was on a business trip and we were all already sort of settling in for the night. I’m a night owl and am usually awake till all hours while my mother is more an early to bed early to rise type. it was probably 10pm or so and suddenly my brother goes by me in a rush to his room only pausing to look at me and say “You’re not wearing pajamas, good!” and keep going (he was wear pajamas pants at the time) and just about as he ducked into his room I here my mother yell after him “YOU DON’T NEED PANTS, WE’RE GOING THROUGH THE DRIVE-THRU!” Turns out she’d decided she needed a late night DQ blizzard and we were all going and my brother had decided her couldn’t wear PJs for that, even though my ma was absolutely rocking patterned pajamas and a barn coat. That phrase has just become something to shout at someone to hurry up, and shall live on in infamy.

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5 Times Ron Got a New Job and One Time Harry Did: Chapter 5

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Ron is doing everything he possibly can as a stay at home dad, but family news drags him away into drama with his own friends,

“Ok, now, careful...careful…”

“I’m being careful, Dad!” Hugo said exasperated with his dad being overly cautious.

“I know, I know,” Ron said, not removing his hand from Hugo’s back, “I’m just telling you, this broom has a little more kick thank your old toy broom.” Ron’s naturally frugal nature didn’t allow him to give his kids their own broom, not just yet, but he wanted to teach them how to use one. So, now that Hugo was 5, Ron was teaching him on his own.

“I got it!” Hugo said, but still clutching his broom like it might leap out from under him if he looked at it wrong.

“You have this,” Ron encouraged, “now just lean forward a little to pick up some speed.”

Hugo looked at him like he’d just asked him to jump off a cliff. “Don’t worry,” Ron reassured, “you’ve got this, and I’ve got you.”

Hugo nodded, determined, and pressed forward on the broom. It instantly sped up, jerking Hugo forward and making him yelp. He pulled the broom back too far, making him nearly vertical and he started to fall off.

“Whoa there!” Ron said, grabbing his son before the broom shot up into the sky. Ron held his hand out and said “Down,” and the broom calmly flew back around and landed on the grass.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Hugo said, whimpering, “I’m no good at this!”

“Hey, hey…” Ron said holding him close, “it’s alright, it was your first try.” Hugo still hung his head. “Listen, I have failed at SO many things, SO many times. And some of them I gave up on. But some of them I kept going, and practicing, and some of them I got pretty good at.” Hugo frowned, like the idea of practicing to be good was something that only happened to his father. “Hey, you know who else has trouble flying? But you can’t tell anyone.” Hugo leaned in conspiratorially as Ron whispered, “your mother.”

Hugo backed away, trying to figure out what game Ron was playing. “But...moms good at everything…”

Ron laughed, “She has some faults. But you didn’t hear it from me, ok?” Hugo nodded, conspiratorially. “But She also tries like no one else. That’s how she got so good at everything. So, what’d ya say? Give it a few more tries?”

Hugo nodded, and Ron brought the broom up again. They tried three more times, each one slightly longer than the last, but each still ending with a little yelp and a thump from Hugo as Ron caught him. Before they could get re-set up for a fourth attempt, Rose threw open the back door, her hair a fiery red mane that refused to lay flat no matter how many attempts Ron and Hermione made. “WILL YOU QUIT IT?! I’M TRYING TO DO MY HOMEWORK!” And slamming the door on them again.

Ron squinted at the door humming quietly to himself. “Ooooh,” Hugo said, “Rosie’s in trouuuubleeee.”

Ron sighed. “Practice mounting and unmounting without me for a bit, Hugo, maybe even lifting off the ground. I’ll be right back.”

Hugo still giggled as Ron went into the house, looking to see Rose sitting at the kitchen table, her papers strewn out before her like her bag had exploded. As he looked closer, he noticed it wasn’t just her hair that was red, but her eyes were red and a little wet as well as she poured over the paper.

Ron hadn’t wanted Rose to go to muggle school at all to begin with. She was finally old enough to talk properly and fun to play with. “I never went to school as a kid!” Ron protested to Hermione, “And I turned out fine!”

“Ron, you barely know your times tables!” Hermione argued.

“Is that a table with a clock on it or something?” Ron made the mistake of wondering allowed, which earned him a look of pity and horror from his wife. “Harry says he got bullied in muggle school.”

“Harry grew up in an abusive household,” Hermione said, “And his main bully was his own cousin. Our kids aren’t going to have that problem.”

Ron was grasping at straws now. Why’d he have to marry a lawyer? “Can’t I just keep one of them here at home?”

Hermione sighed, grabbing his face, “You’ll be fine. We’re not sending the kids away, not yet. And maybe you’ll have time to do something else, more writing or traveling or something. Besides, you still have Hugo for two more years.”

That was two years ago, and Hugo was set to start soon. Rose was working on her summer homework that she’d been putting off, and apparently it wasn’t going well. “Hey, Rosebud,” Ron said, using his nickname for her, “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry about the door,” she babbled quickly, “I just meant to close it, and the wind picked up and thats why it slammed!”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Ron said, not believing her, but gave points for a creative explanation. “How’s the work coming?”

Rose shut her eyes, but he saw the batch of fresh tears burning their way through her eyelids. “I KNOW this,” she said, “I remember, I learned it already! But I just...I just forgot! Mum told me to work on it sooner, but I didn’t and now I forgot and it’s all my fault and it’s just TOO HARD, I can’t DO it, I--” She broke off as the paper in front of her suddenly burst into flames and she screamed.

Ron whipped his wand out, “Aquamenti!” he shouted and doused the fire.

Rose sniffled and started sobbing in earnest, looking at the crisps of the work she’d done. “Hey, it’s ok,” Ron said, pulling up the chair next to her and holding her tight, “It’s ok, it’s ok. People don’t learn things once and then just know it. Sometimes you have to learn and re-learn lots of times. I certainly have.” She whimpered and he gave her a squeeze, “You know what this means, though?” She shook her head, hair rubbing against his robes and getting even frizzier. “Your magic powers have come in.”

Her head shot up so fast he didn’t know how she didn’t get whiplash. “I...I did?” she said, looking at her papers. “I’m--I’m a witch! I really am!”

“You certainly are,” Ron said, kissing the top of her head. “Why don’t you go write a note to your mum and tell her? She’s working late, but I’m sure she’ll want to know! I’ll see if I can salvage this paper.”

She jumped up and ran to get a quill and parchment. Ron sighed. He was sure Hermione would be home soon anyway, but this would get her home faster. He could make a nice celebratory video. He did as promised and worked on restoring Rose’s homework (which she had done a number on, he was proud and frustrated to say), when Rose called. “Dad! There’s an owl at the window for you!”

Ron sighed, determined he had done the best he could (it was readable) and would ask Hermione for help later. He got up to let the owl in that was clacking on the window pane.

It was Harry’s owl, Jadis, a snowy just like Hedwig. He was partial to them, apparently. They had a normal barn owl as a family pet, but Jadis was Harry’s in particular.

Ron gave Jadis an affectionate pet. She was nice and friendly. Ron had thought about stealing her more than once. She offered her leg, and Ron plucked the letter from it. It was just a simple note, but Ron actually hadn’t heard from Harry in a while, so he was looking forward to what he’d have to say.

He opened the note, and read it.

And then read it again.

A third time for good measure, and to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

“WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS?” Ron said, nearly ramming down Harry’s door at Grimmauld place.

“Shhh,” Harry urged, but the painting down the hall had already started screeching. There was a reason he’d moved out of this place. He cast a charm to silence Sirius’s mother, though the curtain only muffled it, really. “Honestly, I wrote you a letter so you WOULDN’T come here!”

Harry looked...well, he looked like shit. He clearly hadn’t shaved, possibly in several days. He was still in his pyjamas, and smelled a bit like firewhiskey. Ron might have pitied him, if he wasn’t being pushed by anger. “You thought I wouldn’t come when you tell me in a LETTER that you’re divorcing MY SISTER!?”

Something fell on Harry’s face. “I…” he started, but his voice left him, seemingly of its own volition. “Look, Ron, I get it, ok? She’s your precious sister who you care about and if I hurt her they’ll never find the body.” He collapsed on his chair in the kitchen, that seemed to be the center of the nest he’d created for himself. “Well, I did, so...bury away.”

Ron stared him down. He’d barely told Hermione what happened when she got home, before apparating in front of Harry’s door. He was supposed to be making a celebratory dinner for Rose, but all he felt was protective anger. “What happened?” he nearly added his typical ‘mate’ at the end of the sentence but stopped.

Harry gave half a shrug. “It just...it wasn’t working out.” he said, going for a handful of bertie botts and eating the whole thing, which was a scary idea. Ron could only imagine what sort of taste combination that could be. “She was working, I was working...we only were ever in the same place when dealing with the kids. We tried to talk things out, but…” A tear slipped down Harry’s face. It looked like it was making a pretty familiar track. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”

“Well, tough,” Ron said, standing in his line of sight, “You got married, bucko. I was there. You SWORE to love her!”

“I do…” Harry said softly, just like he had on his wedding day. “I love her. Or...at least I love the she was when we got married….”

“What?” Ron asked, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It DOES,” Harry said, “Or it does in my head, anyway.” He took a swig, but Ron grabbed the bottle out of his hand. Harry glared, but continued. “I loved Ginny when we were kids, not even 17 and taking walks and feeling like...like I was someone else. Not the me who was burdened with Voldemort or Dumbledore or fate or anything. Just...just a person, a happy person.” He sighed, “When Voldemort died...and I was still here...I wanted to be that person again, that person with Ginny. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t…” His lip wobbled, and he couldn’t meet Ron’s eyes, “It was always just a fantasy.”

“You sound like a coward.” Ron accused him, earning a glare from Harry that was more hurt than anger, “So you’re just going to leave her? And your kids? Weren’t you the one who was angry at Remus for leaving his family?”

“I’m not leaving my kids!” Harry insisted, “I love the...I love them with everything, I just can’t give them what they need. I’ve TRIED, I tried so hard.” He whined. “This isn’t about what’s easiest for me, this isn’t about...about leaving. I still want to be there for them, but…” He wiped his eyes under his glasses, “I don’t know how.”

“Then figure it out,” Ron said, “It’s not easy being a father or a husband, I understand that better than anyone, but you have to try and keep trying even when you want to give in.”

“You’re not LISTENING to me!” Harry said, “I don’t want to give up, I don’t WANT to leave but Ginny’s found--” His voice caught in his throat. “She’s...she’s found….someone else.”

That’s when Ron collapsed into a chair as well. “She...what?”

“Look…” Harry said, “All I want...all I’ve EVER wanted in this marriage was for Ginny to be happy. And if that’s not with me…” his voice hitched again, and he let his words fall.

“But...Harry…” Ron said, “You’re my BROTHER. In everything but blood. You can’t give up! Fight for her! Show her you’re better than this other guy.”

Harry winced. “I’ve made my decision.”

Ron frowned, frustrated, “Let me talk to her-”

“No!” Harry said, “Ron just….just let it go, mate. We’ve both been over this so many times, I don’t want to drag it out anymore. It’s hurting her and me and the kids and...I just want what’s best for everyone.”

“But Harry--”

“Get out Ron,” Harry said, “I have to get ready for work.”

He slumped upstairs without acknowledging Ron anymore. The portrait of Mrs. Black screamed again as Harry passed, but he didn’t even bother stopping it this time.

Ron watched him go, thought about following, but instead, turned away, still boiling in anger. Whoever that man was, he decided, it wasn’t his best friend.

“Of course he’s still your best friend,” Hermione said, getting ready for work a few days later. Ron had already dropped Rose and Hugo off at school (Hugo’s first day! He couldn’t believe it!) but managed to get home before Hermione apparated out, “He’s Harry, he’s our Harry.”

“You should have seen him, Hermione,” Ron said, “He’d just...he gave up! It’s so unlike him. You remember how Harry would go after everything and anything. Wouldn’t let go of that Draco business or Snape or whatever, right up until the end.”

“He’s just going through a hard time right now,” Hermione said, “I think you’re being too hard on him.”

“No, I’m doing what he did.” Ron said. Hermione looked at him, eyebrow raised, “When Remus ran, Harry yelled at him, and that forced him to go back.”

“Not every couple separation is like Remus and Tonks,” She said, head bowed for just a moment in mourning, “sometimes...sometimes the bravest thing you can do is let go.”

“You didn’t,” Ron said, “when I left. You didn’t let go. And so many people told me to go back, I...I wish I’d listened.”

Hermione smiled, but there was something sad in her eyes. “Did I ever tell you...I dated someone while you were gone?”

“What?” Ron said, beating down his own jealousy with a stick.

Hermione didn’t meet his eyes. “I thought I’d pushed you away for good. And, well...I reconnected with someone I knew in muggle school. I’d seen him over summers and such. He asked me for dinner and I...I said yes.” Ron didn’t speak, not trusting himself. “It didn’t last long. I always felt like I was holding back. I never felt that with you, even when we argue it’s always just, 100% honest.” She sighed. “I tried to make it work, but it didn’t. So I let him go. Even though I was alone, even though I NEEDED someone there, I didn’t want to be in a broken relationship just because I wanted a relationship.”

“But you weren’t married,” Ron said, “they’ve been married so long!”

Hermione screwed up her face, “I’ve always thought Harry and Ginny got married too soon,” she said, “the war just ended, and they were still just kids...the older I get the more ridiculous it seems. Sometimes I think WE married too young.” She shook her head, waving off his concerns before he made them, “sometimes it works out, but it’s a risk. Marriage is always a risk, that two people will change to be too different. And to do it when they still really don’t know themselves...but they’re my friends so I didn’t say anything.”

“But…” Ron said, fumbling for more arguments, “Harry and Ginny have THREE kids together! What’s that going to mean for them? To live with separated parents.”

“Actually, I think it might be because of them.” Hermione said, “Harry grew up in a house without love. He doesn’t want to do that to his own.”

Ron huffed through his nose, “I still don’t think it’s right.”

“It’s not your decision,” she said, before coming over to kiss his cheek, “I’m off to work. Don’t stew in this all day, please.”

She went for the door, but just before she opened, there was a knock.

Confused, they opened to reveal Luna Lovegood, hair longer than ever, with a pair of muggle laser disks hanging from her earlobes. “Oh! Luna, hi,” Hermione said, “I’m sorry, I’m actually on my way out.”

“No worries, Hermione,” Luna said, “Have a good day at work! I’m actually here to talk to Ron.”

Ron and Hermione exchanged confused looks, but Hermione left, and Ron let Luna in, “so, what can I do for you?”

“I’m here to offer you a job,” Luna said, jumping straight into the point, “Ginny tells me your kids are going to school now, so you’ll be home alone.

Ron frowned, a little sore at the mention of Ginny. She was refusing to talk to him right now. “A job? As what?”

“Travel guide,” Luna said with a smile.

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Primitive Camping In Green Ridge State Forest

Primitive Camping In Green Ridge State Forest

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