#there's a LOT morre to it but this is one of my favourite bits idk i like harry's collecting instinct

[stressfulsloth]

i like the way you write things!! any snippets of wips you'd wanna share? any new chaps or oneshots idc i just like how u write and am curious! but if you want to surprise us also valid

Ouagh thank you!! <3 ummm i have SO many wips ongoing at the moment. I'll post a snippet of the one that I'm currently working on-a oneshot where Harry rescues a pigeon and nurses it back to health.

“That sounds like a good idea,” the lieutenant says. He’s doing his best not to look around your apartment, not to stare, keeping his eyes fixed on you or on the straw box on the little table in front of him. He’s here for utility, not for pleasure, so he doesn’t allow himself to satisfy his curiosity.

Or he doesn’t want to embarrass you by showing too much interest in the mess and clutter that you’ve filled your apartment with.

Hey. It’s not mess. It’s a rich and wonderful aesthetic choice; you’re a maximalist.

You’re not a maximalist. Rich people are maximalists. You’re a hoarder.

A high shelf runs around the entire perimeter of your bedroom-living room combo. It’s lined with books- entroponetics, bird watching, mysteries and sci-fi- and with trinkets. A handful of painted pebbles, a glued-together mug with a jumble of pens inside, a ceramic piggy bank with a construction paper top hat stuck on its head, a pair of women’s earrings. A couple of fat white candles for when the power goes out during the strikes. A flourishing spider plant, pale anaemic leaves and reaching roots. A card, yellowed with age and signed by a million names in childish handwriting you don’t recognise; to Mr Du Bois, sorry you’re leaving! The plant is a new addition but everything else was covered in a thick layer of dust when you’d finally managed to get back into your apartment after Martinaise.

There is an empty sun-bleached space on the wall where a frame once hung. A blue patrol uniform, framed in black plastic. It was one of the first things you got rid of, after all the bottles and the mouldy bit of carpet.