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Jun. 17th, 2008 05:11 pmTitle: Terrific Tuesday
Author: amusewithaview
Fandom: BtVS/HP
Disclaimer: Not mine, more's the pity.
Challenge: #076 - charity
Word Count: 200
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"I cannot believe this!"
Dawn rolled her eyes and hitched up the thin straps of her periwinkle-blue silk dress. They were a little long, kept slipping down. Inconvenient, but damn did this outfit make her look good!
"Who holds a charity auction on a Tuesday?! And hello - omen much?!"
"It's the anniversary of the death of some Big Bad wizard-Hitler, Buff, not an elaborate evil plot to kidnap me or kill you." Seeing her sister about to open her mouth, Dawn continued, "And I promise, no child brides!"
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" - our next contestant is one Dawn Summers, American witch and member of the International Council of Watchers." The auctioneer looked up from his notes and blinked at the sight of the woman he'd assumed would be stuffy, old, and unappealing. Wrongo. "Ahem, I'll start the bid with five Galleons..."
Dawn ignored the process for the most part. Worst-case scenario she'd be stuck with some weirdo who'd try to use his 'magical prowess' to sneak a peek. Best case scenario -
"Sold! To Mr. Harry Potter!"
- she'd be greeted with big green eyes, tousled black hair, and a mischievous grin that had her knees knocking together.
God bless Tuesdays!
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Author: amusewithaview
Fandom: BtVS/HP
Disclaimer: Not mine, more's the pity.
Challenge: #076 - charity
Word Count: 200
"I cannot believe this!"
Dawn rolled her eyes and hitched up the thin straps of her periwinkle-blue silk dress. They were a little long, kept slipping down. Inconvenient, but damn did this outfit make her look good!
"Who holds a charity auction on a Tuesday?! And hello - omen much?!"
"It's the anniversary of the death of some Big Bad wizard-Hitler, Buff, not an elaborate evil plot to kidnap me or kill you." Seeing her sister about to open her mouth, Dawn continued, "And I promise, no child brides!"
" - our next contestant is one Dawn Summers, American witch and member of the International Council of Watchers." The auctioneer looked up from his notes and blinked at the sight of the woman he'd assumed would be stuffy, old, and unappealing. Wrongo. "Ahem, I'll start the bid with five Galleons..."
Dawn ignored the process for the most part. Worst-case scenario she'd be stuck with some weirdo who'd try to use his 'magical prowess' to sneak a peek. Best case scenario -
"Sold! To Mr. Harry Potter!"
- she'd be greeted with big green eyes, tousled black hair, and a mischievous grin that had her knees knocking together.
God bless Tuesdays!
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