#you can have more when you deliver a full length fic sosh

[waxwing-saint]

So one time Sosh asked me to write this fic and I told her I’d get to it and then she posted a killer dark academia au today and I said “more when” and she said “it’s a microfic wahhh.” So now the fic that she wanted me to write? It’s just gonna be a microfic. I’m holding it hostage until she writes more. Yes I am that petty. You’re welcome, thank you and goodnight.

In between. 139 words. @sapphicmicrofics

“Where did you get this?” Fleur said.  She’d never spoken in a tone so dark.

Hermione took a step back but Fleur lunged forward and ripped the photograph away.

“In my dorm.”

“I cleaned out that room myself. Where--” Fleur’s jaw clenched. She looked down at the trembling photograph and took a deep breath. “I’ve been working very hard to--” she measured her words, “Hermione, this belonged to a friend of mine. She kept it tucked between the pages of a--”

“I know who it belonged to,” Hermione said.

Around them, weathered flyers still clung to every telephone pole: a beautiful, smiling blonde angel--lost too soon.

Hermione shifted under the weight of her bag, the diary was a lead weight’s worth of secrets. Maybe she hadn’t been an angel after all.

“And I think I know who killed her.”