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Prompt 14 - Voice
@jegulus-microfic April 14, Word count 703
It's happened again. We're having a series. But only for a couple of prompts this time.
First part
“What’s happened to you then? That tall chap was easy on the eyes.” Sirius snickered as he perched on the sofa’s arm next to Regulus’s head and ruffled his curls.
“Get off you twat!” Regulus pushed his brother’s hand away. He hissed as the movement jolted his ankle. Sirius’s jolly grin turned to concern.
“Are you hurt? Oh my god, Reggie. What happened?” Before he could explain, James returned with two steaming cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. Regulus felt his mouth begin to drool.
“Hi,” James grinned at Sirius. “I’m James.” He held out his hand. Sirius considered it for a second before taking it and giving it a firm shake.
“Sirius, Regulus’s brother. Do you know how he hurt himself?” Regulus watched as James’s face flushed when he stuttered out an explanation that confused Sirius even more.
“Wait, what do shrinking trees have to do with Regulus?” Sirius asked cocking his head to the side as he tried to figure out James’s mess of a story.
“He was on a run he didn’t have any business being on, and he took me out,” Regulus explained.
“What, like on a date?” Sirius waggled his eyebrows at him.
“No, as in he’s a buffoon who can’t ski and nearly killed me!” Regulus’s voice rose. A few of the guests in the lobby looked over at the trio. Regulus shuffled down, hiding his face. “Great, thanks for that, Sirius.” He ground his teeth.
“Hey, don’t blame me. I wasn’t the one screaming.” Sirius was having the time of his life. Regulus had had enough. He put his untouched drink onto the coffee table and tried to stand. He immediately sat down again. This was going to be harder than he thought. Then, those strong arms gathered him up.
“Which room are you in?” James asked him. His mind had gone blank.
“210,” Sirius answered for him. James turned and walked over to the lift. He shuffled Regulus slightly so he could press the call button and then settled him back against his chest. Regulus still couldn’t think of a good protest.
James stopped outside Regulus’s room and didn’t move. It took Regulus longer than he cared to admit to figure out he needed the key card.
Regulus wiggled in James’s arms as he tried to dig his wallet out of his pocket.
“Damn it, I can’t quite,” He gave up. “Can you put me down for a second?” James carefully put him on his feet against the wall so he had something to lean on. He dug his hand into his snowsuit and pulled it free.
James wrapped his arm around Regulus’s waist and helped him hop through the door. He stopped, unsure of where he wanted to sit. The bed would probably be best as it was close to the bathroom, and he could prop his ankle up, but he didn’t know how he felt about having a stranger see his bedroom.
“Where’s your bed?” James asked, looking around the room. “Did they only give you a pull-out?”
“What are you on about? The bedrooms through there.” He pointed at his bedroom door. What’s a pull-out?” He asked, bewildered.
“It’s a sofa that turns into a bed.” James smiled at him. Regulus was about to thank him for his help when he was suddenly in James’s arms again.
“Why do you keep picking me up!” He cried as he tried to escape.
“Dr Lupin said you shouldn’t put any weight on it, and this is the easiest way to move you. I’m just doing what a good boyfriend would do.” James smirked at him. Regulus was not impressed.
“You do know that we’re not boyfriends, right?” Regulus said as James opened his bedroom door. “Right?!” His voice cracked with nerves as James leaned over his bed and dropped him on the soft mattress.
“Yes, Regulus. I’m not an idiot. We’ve only just met. Anyway,” He said, standing up. “I’ve got the whole week to win you over. No need to rush.” He blew him a kiss as he left the room. Regulus was stunned. He’d never had anyone be that forward with him, and he couldn’t say he wasn’t intrigued.
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And the Clerk Will Call the Roll!
Record Group 46: Records of the U.S. SenateSeries: Berryman Political Cartoon Collection
This cartoon depicts members of the House as puppets manipulated by the Clerk of the House. The many members of the House sit in rows on benches. Strings lead from each man to the Clerk of the House who is depicted as much larger. He is in the gallery holding all the strings in one hand and a gavel in the other. He wears a top hat
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La Mode illustrée, no. 15, 14 avril 1895, Paris. Robe en crépon paille. Modèle de chez Mme Gradoz, rue de Provence, 67. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
Robe en crépon paille.
La jupe large, en crépon paille, est faite à godets. Le corsage, recouvert derrière en crépon paille tendu à plat, est garni devant d'une chemisette plissée en gaze de soie paille, à laquelle se rattache un col droit de même étoffe, orné de choux sur les côtés; on termine la chemisette au bord inférieur par des draperies plissées en soie rouge foncé; ces draperies, croisées devant, sont nouées derrière à la taille; on y rattache de longs pans plissés retombant jusqu'à l'ourlet de la jupe. Les manches très bouffantes, en crépon, sont recouvertes de larges épaulettes en guipure, retombant derrière en bouts pointus jusqu'à la taille.
Straw seersucker dress.
The wide skirt, in straw seersucker, is made with godets. The bodice, covered behind in straw seersucker stretched flat, is trimmed in front with a pleated chemisette in straw silk gauze, to which is attached a straight collar of the same fabric, decorated with cabbages on the sides; we finish the chemisette at the bottom edge with pleated draperies in dark red silk; these draperies, crossed in front, are tied behind at the waist; Long pleated panels are attached to it, falling to the hem of the skirt. The very puffy seersucker sleeves are covered with large guipure shoulder pads, falling behind in pointed ends to the waist.
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