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ENTRY #6
Title: Life Altering Xockatail
Author:tjs_whatnot … I almost forgot
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no)
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: characters are, lets see if I can remember, Lavender, Seamus, Dean, Hannah, Neville and Luna--I think.
Challenge/Prompts used: The love potion I ound’t spell even when I was sober, and Lavender Brown
Summary: Lavender is trowing a party. A love party.
Rating/Warnings: I don’t even know
Word count: I dont even care
Author's Notes (if any): I FINALLY FINISHED ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS. ENHOY!
THere’s a drink.
A drink that attacks your senses
That makes you Feel things that drinks should not make you feel
Smell things that drinks should not make you smell
And the taste. The taste is different for everyone.sugar sweet or sour and puckery depending on the inclination of the drinker.
IF you close your eyes, if you still your mind, you can hear this drink. The whisper of sweet nothings, or sweeter somethings tickle along spine, dance across your skin and send your hair at attention, swaying in a arithmetic beat that you realize later is the beat of your heart as you think of forbidden things. Delicious things. Things that you would do, would say, would think, would feel if you only had the chance. IT’s your favorite song on the wireless. The smell of summer grass unde your toes. The feel of it too I suppose.
Lavender is throwing a party. A Amortentia party. Why? Because she could. Because she was newly single and horny and all of her friends were similarly positioned, even if hey didn’t admit tot hat last part. She was curious to what people would taste, what they would smell and most importantly would feel. She wanted to feel that too. She wanted to feel anything if she was being honest--something she rarely was to herself these days.
Seamus was the first to take a swig. Lavender remembered fondly that there had been a time, back when she had let lyrics in Muggle songs dictate her love life that she had once gone down on hi in a theter. Still she was relieved when he didnt’ taste, smell or feel her in his drink. He said he smelled a fire roaring like in the Gryffidor common room, tasted his first taste of swiped Butterbeer and felt the slick of acrylic paint sliding across a blank canvas. He said all of this with a blush on his cheeks and his eyes darting to Dean. They soon disappeared and Lavendar spent a good amont of time imaging where they’d gotten to.
Hannah was next and tasted spearmint gum, smelled newly turned soil and felt enveloped ina large, warm and cozy blanket. Not surprising Lavendar at all, Neville tasted elderberry wine, felt a warm stove toasting biscuits and smelt warm spiced tea.
Lavender was getting tired of the party by the time it came to her turn. She didn’t have any particular feelings for any of the remaining guests, but she was just so tired of being alone. The only thing she was more tired of was the random hook up, the one night of fun and frills and no substance. She wanted something new, something different whatever that meant in the filed of love. She shuddreed as the word flitted across her consciousness. Love. Ugh.
Finally, when almost everyone else had trickled off for their love rendezvous, she took a sip, a tentative one, that lead to a longer swallow as she was overwhelmed with curiosity and an emotion that she couldn’t name. It was all foreign and mesmerizing. She felt things she coldn’t name but they were on the tip of her tongue. Radish? Did she taste radish? She’d never had one, but she imagined this was what they tasted like, but what did that nean? And she felt… silver strands of brilliance and light slithering and flowing from her fingertips, could smell sunshine and the too close and crisp air at the harvest moon falling down around her, making her gasp for breath and wanting more, so much more.
She opened her eyes, searching the room for who this could be, suddenly wanting this so bad, this person, this adventure, this life being presented to her. But who?
She looked around the room. Not one of them sparked the feelings that were flowing through her Typical she thought.
She poured a glass for Pavarti and then Colin. The party was almost winding down and Lavender had almost forgot her disappointment when there was a knock on the door. She coldn’t even remember who she had invited her wasn’t there. She excused herself from the tiny amount of guests who hadn’t found a quiet place to snog---or more---each other.
“Hi. I’m sorry I’m late. There was an incident with the gooblygook something or other.”
They were talking but Lavender wasn’t listening. She was too busy staring at the silver strands of hair that looked like the shimmering of a stream, and the radish earrings that she had once wondered what they would taste like, and the mysterious smile that said she could read your thoughts and knew your soul.
No. She couldn’t… it was… impossible? Wasn’t it? How…?
She realized that she was still staring and that they had stopped talking and was just staring at her. “Sorry. Please do come in.”
The guest walked past her and, as if she needed it, the smell of sunshine surrounding her and she gasped for breath.
“Luna. It’s so good to see you.”
Author:
tjs_whatnot … I almost forgotI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: characters are, lets see if I can remember, Lavender, Seamus, Dean, Hannah, Neville and Luna--I think.
Challenge/Prompts used: The love potion I ound’t spell even when I was sober, and Lavender Brown
Summary: Lavender is trowing a party. A love party.
Rating/Warnings: I don’t even know
Word count: I dont even care
Author's Notes (if any): I FINALLY FINISHED ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS. ENHOY!
THere’s a drink.
A drink that attacks your senses
That makes you Feel things that drinks should not make you feel
Smell things that drinks should not make you smell
And the taste. The taste is different for everyone.sugar sweet or sour and puckery depending on the inclination of the drinker.
IF you close your eyes, if you still your mind, you can hear this drink. The whisper of sweet nothings, or sweeter somethings tickle along spine, dance across your skin and send your hair at attention, swaying in a arithmetic beat that you realize later is the beat of your heart as you think of forbidden things. Delicious things. Things that you would do, would say, would think, would feel if you only had the chance. IT’s your favorite song on the wireless. The smell of summer grass unde your toes. The feel of it too I suppose.
Lavender is throwing a party. A Amortentia party. Why? Because she could. Because she was newly single and horny and all of her friends were similarly positioned, even if hey didn’t admit tot hat last part. She was curious to what people would taste, what they would smell and most importantly would feel. She wanted to feel that too. She wanted to feel anything if she was being honest--something she rarely was to herself these days.
Seamus was the first to take a swig. Lavender remembered fondly that there had been a time, back when she had let lyrics in Muggle songs dictate her love life that she had once gone down on hi in a theter. Still she was relieved when he didnt’ taste, smell or feel her in his drink. He said he smelled a fire roaring like in the Gryffidor common room, tasted his first taste of swiped Butterbeer and felt the slick of acrylic paint sliding across a blank canvas. He said all of this with a blush on his cheeks and his eyes darting to Dean. They soon disappeared and Lavendar spent a good amont of time imaging where they’d gotten to.
Hannah was next and tasted spearmint gum, smelled newly turned soil and felt enveloped ina large, warm and cozy blanket. Not surprising Lavendar at all, Neville tasted elderberry wine, felt a warm stove toasting biscuits and smelt warm spiced tea.
Lavender was getting tired of the party by the time it came to her turn. She didn’t have any particular feelings for any of the remaining guests, but she was just so tired of being alone. The only thing she was more tired of was the random hook up, the one night of fun and frills and no substance. She wanted something new, something different whatever that meant in the filed of love. She shuddreed as the word flitted across her consciousness. Love. Ugh.
Finally, when almost everyone else had trickled off for their love rendezvous, she took a sip, a tentative one, that lead to a longer swallow as she was overwhelmed with curiosity and an emotion that she couldn’t name. It was all foreign and mesmerizing. She felt things she coldn’t name but they were on the tip of her tongue. Radish? Did she taste radish? She’d never had one, but she imagined this was what they tasted like, but what did that nean? And she felt… silver strands of brilliance and light slithering and flowing from her fingertips, could smell sunshine and the too close and crisp air at the harvest moon falling down around her, making her gasp for breath and wanting more, so much more.
She opened her eyes, searching the room for who this could be, suddenly wanting this so bad, this person, this adventure, this life being presented to her. But who?
She looked around the room. Not one of them sparked the feelings that were flowing through her Typical she thought.
She poured a glass for Pavarti and then Colin. The party was almost winding down and Lavender had almost forgot her disappointment when there was a knock on the door. She coldn’t even remember who she had invited her wasn’t there. She excused herself from the tiny amount of guests who hadn’t found a quiet place to snog---or more---each other.
“Hi. I’m sorry I’m late. There was an incident with the gooblygook something or other.”
They were talking but Lavender wasn’t listening. She was too busy staring at the silver strands of hair that looked like the shimmering of a stream, and the radish earrings that she had once wondered what they would taste like, and the mysterious smile that said she could read your thoughts and knew your soul.
No. She couldn’t… it was… impossible? Wasn’t it? How…?
She realized that she was still staring and that they had stopped talking and was just staring at her. “Sorry. Please do come in.”
The guest walked past her and, as if she needed it, the smell of sunshine surrounding her and she gasped for breath.
“Luna. It’s so good to see you.”