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Hi! For those of you doing the Mood Writing Challange, go ahead and post your responses here whenever you finish up! 
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My good friend 

[personal profile] in_the_blue recently hosted a writing challenge in her journal, and I liked the idea so much, I decided to do one here. 

But I'm going to put my own twist on it, because I have this board game called "Moods", where you're supposed to act out a quote (drawn randomly) in a mood (also drawn randomly) and the other players have to guess the mood. We don't play much anymore (we don't hang out with big groups of people anymore), but I'm going to put the cards to use here.

If you want to play, respond to this entry. I will draw you a phrase and a mood card, and that will be your prompt. It's open to any fandom or original work that suits your fancy, and I figure between 250 and 500 words will do us nicely here.

Example of prompt: Quote: "Is there room at your table?" Mood: Bossy.

So if you received that, you would write your piece where the line "Is there room at your table?" is delivered in a bossy tone.

Some moods and quotes will match well, others will lend themselves to farce. It's up to you!

Enjoy!

 

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I'm not sure what to say. I've been busy. I just finished a request fic from my wife, it'll be going up over at  [profile] no2ticonderoga shortly. It was fun to write, because I did it in the present tense for a change, a nice challenge. 

Anyway, I decided to talk about this program which is so cool, I can't even begin to describe it. It's a book cateloging program, where you can input the ISBN number of your books, and it will retrieve all the information via the internet, and build you a catelog for your private library.  I want it so badly, I can taste it. I'm saving up my spare change and putting away my spare dollar bills until I can afford it. Sara and I have SOOOOO many books, that being able to catelog them would be indescribably awesome. And to be able to do it with a simple scan of a barcode. 

Some versions come with a free barcode scanner, but I've got my eye on a cheap used one on ebay, that's better than the freebie that's being offered. I might buy it in anticipation of getting the program.  I WILL have this program. (And by that I mean I will have it in a budget concious way, even if I have to go out and pick up 75 hundred pennies.)


I'm just spilling geekishness all over today.

First Day

Feb. 5th, 2007 08:19 pm
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I got in early this morning. Early like woah...I was the first freaking car in the staff lot. Tomorrow, I guess I don't need to get up right at four am, but I was pretty much too keyed up to sleep. 

1st Period, Basic Geography  is okay, small group, mainly comatose, so i don't a have too many problems to deal with. Second period is a Study Hall. Quiet study, it's like a prep period where I can't leave the room. Third Period is the first of my two world history groups, and they're good kids. Fourth period is my second Basic Geo. They're a little rowdier, but we'll get along okay. Fifth period is my prep, and lunch, six is my other World History, and Seventh is my Class from Hell. It's Regular Geography, and Ive got about 25 kids who want to be anywhere but at school. You'll be hearing from this group a lot, methinks.

Anyway, I've got a TON of work to do, so this is short.  [profile] katieay, I was going to use your Icon, but LJ ate it. *follows [personal profile] aggiebell90's example and sporks LJ*. 

My wife totally rocks. She made me steak for dinner, AND a cake. 

The next chapter of DTR is off to the beta (It went to the prebeta before all heck broke lose in my life, and is now finally getting around to the beta)

And did I mention my fablously fantastic wife bought me an X-box as a Valentine's Day/OMG you got a teaching job present? :D:D:D:D:D:D Too bad I'm too busy to use it. 

And [profile] kit_the_brave, I blame you, because a Beth/AJ plotbunny was gnawing on my ankles last night as I was trying to sleep. ;-) 'S all good. I might even write it this weekned, if the opportunity comes up

Later y'all, I'm off to write overheads.

Geekiness

Jan. 24th, 2007 01:23 pm
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Well, it ate my life for a period of about 24 hours, but I got rid of a plot bunny. Sort of. It's not exactly fanfiction in the true sense of the word, but I had fun with it, in a way. Therefore, I present to you, in an abridged form, (until I get the urge to start adding more details), the seminal historic work:

Thoughts are welcome.
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I lied to my wife today. I told her I was going straight to bed when I got home from work...

but see, there was this cute little plot bunny...and I leaned down to pet it.

And it bit my arm.

It wouldn't let go!

And now chapter nine of Redefining is finished.

*falls asleep at keyboard*

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...snzks...don't forget to give us your address for holiday cards, or ask for a drabble for Christmas (see previous posts)....snksz...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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It may just be me, but being able to load a version of the ESPN ticker onto my comptuer so I constantly get score updates and news updates is pretty awesome if you ask me. But that could just be me.

I'm very pleased with the reviews I'm getting for the latest chapter of DTR. So pleased in fact, that my muse has decided to come out of whereever it's been hiding for the last several months. I'm already working on the next chapter.

I've also made some important decisions about my future. I've decided to apply to an online masters of public administration program, offered through Norwich University, right across the river in Vermont. An MPA is far more interesting to me than an MBA, and may fit where my life is leading me better than an MBA.

For example. I'm still tossing around the idea of running for City Council in March. Saying I'm working toward an MPA might give me an added edge. I'm still thinking of applying to the planning board too, to get some name recognition. I'd have to leave the planning board if I was elected to city council. I'm also worried about overloading myself, but the fact is I've just been BORED lately, and this would certainly be a cure.

Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled day. I'm off to look for a news ticker to add to my sports ticker.
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Well, I'm continuing to give serious thought to going back to school. I've gotten to the "send away for information" from the school in question stage, and I'm expecting a packet from Plymouth State any day now.  I went down home yesterday to visit (Monday and Tuesday are my days off, which sucks a little, cuz Sara has to work) and I got to see the course, hit a bucket of balls at the range, and just generally soak in the atmosphere. I've missed that place this summer.

(Damn Dartmouth for moving our mailbox anyway...but that's another story)

Sara, naturally, and wonderfuly is 120% supportive of anything I do, and constantly reminding me that starting this process does not necessarily mean giving up teaching all together. One of my fears in this change is that it sort of feels like "bailing out" because I've had such a hard time finding a job. Sara has a point. Nothing's stopping me from continuing to look for a teaching job, even if I'm taking night classes. Plenty of teachers do it.

My parents are something of a mixed bag. My father pretty much told me that if this is something I want to do, and I want to work at the golf course when Sara and I move back to Salem, they'll find a place for me, whatever restructioning or other changes need to be made. This is encourageing. My mother seems to think I'd need to work somewhere else for a while. That's discouraging.  My father wasn't sure we (Sara and I) could affort to have both of us in school. Maybe. That's a discussion Sara and I have yet to have, in any serious context. Classes are about 1100 per class, and I'd be taking three a year, to finish in three years. So we're talking a total of around 12000 when all is said and done (books, etc)

Anybody know anything about grad student financial aid? Sara doesn't know much, since she's being paid to go to school. Any experiance with that kind of thing?  [personal profile] kadath? [profile] magnolia_mama

On other fronts of life, the muse has returned, but in unexpected ways. I was seized with new inspiration for last year's NaNoWriMo novel, and I'm determined to finish it. Maybe I'll publish and it will pay for my MBA.  That's not to say I'm neglecting the PS stuff, either, so don't panic. 

I think the theater's getting Snakes on a Plane this weekend, so if anyone kind of wants to see the movie but is leery about paying for it, come see me.





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Howdy all,

Couple things going on in my life right now.

Primarily, my internet acess has been limited. Sara's already gone over the reason's Dartmouth is disconinuing wireless internet acess in our apartment complex, but on top of that, due to the continue construction there, most of the acress points have already been torn down. So...we're without reliable internet. Until next Wendnesday or so, when supposedly, Verizon claims our DSL line will be provisioned and I can plug in the equipment...which hasn't arrived yet...and we'll be good to go. (Right now, I'm over on Datmouth campus, hiding in Sara's office mooching offical use internet.)

Secondly, I'm now full time at the theater, and I'm loving it. I've always enjoyed enterainment, been secretly fascinated by Hollywood (the production side, not the actors), and people at the theater seem to have a hell of a lot more fun than the folks at Sears. Maybe it's because the folks at Sears know they're all in dead end jobs with no hope of advancement. Most of the folk at the movie theater, at least now, are high school and college kids on break, who are looking forward to going back to school and getting an education, and eventually looking back on this as a fun summer job that got them free movies and gas money. I don't know exactly who will be left working for me in a month, but I'm sure we'll figure it out.

Due to above mentioned internet problems, the next chapter of DTR is delayed somewhat...(more than it has been already). It is DRAFTED, which is a damn sight improvment from a week ago. I have to sit down with Sara and do the first round of pre-beta, but due to the above mentioned JOB, (where I leave before she gets home in the evening, and get home after she's asleep), that hasn't happened yet. When it does (Saturday), I'm sending it off to Dancinginmagic for Brit picking.

On the teaching job front, no news yet. I'm still searching. That is all.

Memage!

Apr. 24th, 2006 11:11 am
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Gacked from Several:

The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for.

HP, SW, West Wing, House
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Post a snippet (sentence, paragraph, whatever) from every in-progress fic you have at the moment.

Okay, here goes...

-- -- -- --
Summer in MacPherson's Valley )
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The Admiral and the Schoolteacher )
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Lawson's Luck )
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Untitled WOT fic )
-- -- -- --
Break down Here, Chapter 2 )
-- -- -- --
Defining the Relationship, Chapter 16 )
-- -- -- --
Redefining, Chapter 2 )
-- -- -- --

Enjoy!
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Well, the counter gage meter thingy is a non-starter now, so I'll just give it to you in text. 30,040 words. Whohoo! I may be over the hump now, in terms of writing. I'm going to hit 50k and keep right on rolling. There's no way this finishes in less that 60k. I'm not even close to what I consider "half way" in terms of the plot.

A shout out to anyone else doing this, what's your NaNo name? I need more writing buddies.

Exactly six weeks from *right this very moment*, I will be preparing to leave my wedding reception. How sweet is that?

Oh, and on a funny note, saw a bumper sticker the other day. It was one of those "Don't Drill in the Alaska Wildlife Reserve" ones. It was on a Chevy Tahoe...hypocrites make me laugh.

Salem High vs. Manchester West, NH Div 1 football Semi-Finals, tomorrow 1 PM. Yours truly with the call of the game! Rock on SHS!
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Our (Sara and I) copy of Order of the Phoenix has gotten lost. It's probably in a box somewhere betweeen here and her place. Unfortunetly, I need it. While I'm supposed to be starting NoNoWriMo in a few hours, I'm trying to nail down some details concerning the physcial structure of the Ministry of Magic building for the next few chapters of DTR. I've drawn a few conclusions, if anyone can refute them, let me know.

1. According to the Lexicon (my primary source with the book missing), the Vistor's phone booth takes you down eight levels underground to the atrium. You then climb back UP to get to levels 7-1, with the first level (Presumably the Minister's office), closest to the surface. To get to Dept. of Mysteries, and the Level 10 courtrooms, you go deeper underground.

2. Based on the theoretical location of the MoM facility, (near the Strand, S. of Covent Garden) the Picadilly Branch of the London Underground runs nearby.

3. The wizard at the front desk catelogs vistors wands only, he does not confiscate them.

4. As near as I remember, or could tell, the Atrium is the only place within the ministry which you can Apparate in and out of(?) this is the fact that I'm least sure of.

If all this is true, I should be all set. Please let me know if you think I'm wrong.
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The results are in, and Defining the Relationship has won the "Best WIP" award for Phoenixsong's Best of the Best Awards.

I'm honoured. I really am. This is more than I ever expected when I got started.

I want to thank all my readers, my Betas: DPR, and Arnel. And especially Sara.

I should stop before the orchastra starts and cuts me off.

Thanks again!
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So, the 'Rents went away for a night or two. (I think it's only one night, but I'm not precisely sure). Meaning that tonight, I'm here alone. Tomorrow night, I'll be up with Sara, so it won't matter if the 'Rents are here or not. Did I mention I'm alone at the moment?

I hate being in the house alone at night. I suppose that makes me a big ol'wimp. It's just...the house is big, and I can't hear from one end to the other, and there always seem to be more noises (like the house settling, etc) when I'm here by myself. God, I'm such a dork. I'm 23 years old, and I get unnevered by the thought of being alone in my own home.

Oddly, staying alone in my apartment at school never bothered me. In fact, sometimes, I prefered it. (Big git of a roomie...) Of course, I was never broken into twice at my apartment at school. That might have something to do with it.

I've discovered a wonderful thing in the past several days. DosBox. It's a computer program that simulates a DOS interface, and allows you to play all those old, glorious DOS based games on your suped up Windows computer. Carriers at War, oh how I missed you! TIE fighter, my old friend! Oh happy day!

On a sour note, I've discovered these things because my muse has abandoned me. DTR has unfortunetly, for the moment, spun into a talespin of awkward phrasing and stalled ideas. I've got multiple characters screaming for time on the page, and new ones creeping in like invasive water vines and choaking out the rest. Hopefully, Sara will get me straightened out over the weekend.

Anyway, I'm off to see if I can get SimFarm running on DosBox. Later all!
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That's right folks, in exactly four months, Sara and I will become Mr. and Mrs. Campbell. I can't wait! :)

Okay, a moderate amount to talk about.

Sara's Car: Apparently, the mechanic has finally decided what's wrong. The problem is, he's not sure how much it's going to cost us to get the car back, seeing as he's been working on it for a week. He did say, though, that he can't see justfying some of that time, since he didn't know what the hell was wrong. Both fuel pumps are gone, apparently, for those wondering what *was* wrong.

Wedding: Four months to go! That's the good news. The iffy news is we don't have a photographer, still. The worse news is some our bills are going to start coming due soon, which brings us to...

Job: Something I still don't have. I'm applying today for a position teaching community college classes. The ad says they want someone who has a Masters, but it can't hurt to apply. Right? And, it's not like I'd been incapable of teaching a community college class on the Civil War...please, don't make me laugh.

Other intersting notes: I was suprised by the mixed reaction to the latest chapter of DTR over at PS. I mean, I suppose I knew that some people don't like having song lyrics in stories, but doesn't it add something? I mean, don't you read a story and imagine the soundtrack? Maybe they would have prefered to think of their own song, but I thought the one I used was perfect. Well, to each their own, I suppose.

I'm still plinking at that Semi-autobiographical work, Summer in MacPherson's Valley. Sara had a look at it the other day for the first time, and thinks I should drop everything and finish it, because she sees it as publishable, and pictured it on somebody's AP Lit reading list someday. I think she's biased. ;-) Then again, who knows?

Work was a rough day today. We were aerating the greens, and I got stuck using the walkbehind aerator. I must have walked 10 miles today. My feet are killing me. But I did put in a nine hour day.

More required pre-marital counselling tonight for Sara and I. Tonight we're going over the answers to the quiz we took last time. Should be an interesitng evening...

All right. Gotta get this applicaiton in the mail. Later all.
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Here's something new from me. Semi-autobiographical, and if I get a positive response, I might post other snippets here.

Summer In MacPherson's Valley, Part the First )

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Howdy all. This came to me while I was driving in circles around sand traps this morning, raking them. Hope you enjoy.

 

 

[BLACK SCREEN]

 

[MUSIC IN: SOLO TRUMPET PLAYING “TATOOINE SUNSET”, LONG AND WISTFUL]

 

[AS V.O. BEGINS, FADE UP FROM BLACK TO EXT. HOGWARTS, DAY, EXTENSIVE DAMAGE TO ROOF, BODIES LAYING ON CASTLE GROUNDS]

 

                                                V.O.

                        The war was over…

 

[FADE TO CLOSE UP OF MOLLY WEASLEY, CRYING OVER PERCY’S BODY]

 

                                                V.O

 

                        The price had been paid…

 

[FLASH (I.E. CAMERA FLASH) CUT TO DRACO MALFOY’S BOOKING PHOTO

 

                                                V.O.

                        The last remnants have been broken, and new life begins…

 

[FADE TO INT. BURROW, DAY, UPSTAIRS BEDROOM. HEALER HANDS A BUNDLE TO RON]

 

                                                HEALER

                        Congratulations, Mr. Weasley, it’s a boy.

 

[FADE TO INT. BURROW, NIGHT, KITCHEN. GINNY HANDS PARCHMENT BACK TO HARRY, DISBELIEF ON HER FACE]

 

                                                HARRY

                        I was tired of it.

           

            [HARRY SHRUGS]

 

So, I quit.

 

[FADE TO EXT, BURROW, TREE BY RIVER. OVERHEAD SHOT SHOWING HARRY AND GINNY LAYING ON THE GRASS, SPEAKING TO ONE ANOTHER]

 

                                                HARRY

                        I was thinking maybe we could do dinner sometime?

 

[BEGIN FADE TO BLACK]

 

                                                V.O.

                        The one thing they didn’t expect…

 

[MUSIC FADES TO SILENCE]

 

                        …was to have to win the peace.

 

[CUT TO: DIAGON ALLY, EXT DAY. EXPLOSION OUTSIDE FONTESCUE’S. MUSIC IN: O FORTUNA]

 

                                                RON’S VOICE

                        They were taking him from Auror headquarters to Azkaban.

 

[CUT TO: DIAGON ALLEY, EXT, DAY. DRACO MALFOY, RUNNING FROM AURORS]

 

                        He escaped.

 

[CUT TO: HOGWARTS, INT., NIGHT. CLOSE UP, HARRY’S FACE, LYING IN BED, LOOKING SCARED AND NERVOUS]

 

                                                V.O.

                        From the creator of Defining Moments

 

[CUT TO: HOGSMEADE, EXT, DAY. CLOSE UP, DRACO LAUGHING, RAISING WAND]

 

                                                HARRY’S VOICE

                        Hermione, duck!

 

[CUT TO: HOGSMEADE, EXT, DAY HARRY HOLDING A BLOODY SHOULDER]

 

                                                V.O.

                        In association with PhoenixSong.net…

 

[CUT TO: ST. MUNGO’S INT. DAY, HALLWAY. RON AND HERMIONE KISSING SOUNDLY.]

 

[CUT TO: ST. MUNGO’S, INT. DAY. HALLWAY. CLOSE UP GINNY’S FACE, EYES WIDE, STARTING AT SOMETHING.]

 

                                                GINNY

                        Remus!

 

[CUT TO: INT. HOGWARTS, NIGHT. HARRY’S SITTING ROOM. HARRY AND GINNY ARE ARGUING]

 

                                                HARRY

                        People who love me get killed, Ginny!

 

                                                GINNY

                        And what right do you have to tell me who I can and can not love?

 

[CUT TO: INT. MERLIN ACADEMY, DAY. GINNY’S CLASSROOM. DRACO IS TORTURING HER STUDENT AND LAUGHING. GINNY THROWS HER WAND DOWN.]

 

                                                V.O

                        With special benign ignorance from J.K. Rowling…

 

[CUT TO: INT. MINISTER OF MAGIC’S OFFICE, DAY. CLOSE UP OF RON, STRUGGLING TO MAINTAIN COMPOSURE]

 

                                                MINISTER WEASLEY’S VOICE

                        And who was taken, Auror Weasley?

 

                                                RON

[BARELY ABOVE WHISPER]

                        It was Ginny, Dad.

 

[CUT TO: INT. HOGWARTS DAY. DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS CLASSROOM. WIDE SHOT, HARRY, SEATED AT TEACHER’S DESK, ANGER EVIDENT ON HIS FACE, WANDLESS MAGIC CAUSING A WINDSTORM IN THE CLASSROOM]

 

                                                V.O.

                        Comes a new, edge of your seat thriller.

 

                                                HERMIONE’S VOICE

 

                        Harry! Harry! Can you hear me? Stop!

 

[CUT TO: EXT. RIDDLE HOUSE, DAY. DRACO STANDS IN DOORWAY TO HOUSE, WAND LEVELED AT GINNY’S THROAT. GINNY IS STRUGGLING. SIRENS AND HELICOPTERS CAN BE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND]

 

                                                DRACO

                        What, Potter, you’d trade your life for the girl’s?

 

[CUT TO: EXT. RIDDLE HOUSE, DAY. CLOSE UP, HARRY’S FACE.]

 

                                                HARRY

                        That’s generally what love implies.

 

[CUT TO: EXT. RIDDLE HOUSE, DAY. CLOSE UP, GINNY STRUGGLING AGAINST DRACO]

 

                                                GINNY

[IN AGONY]

                        Harry, NO!

 

[CUT TO: TITLE SCREEN: Defining the Relationship. END MUSIC]

 

                                                V.O.

Defining the Relationship. Rated P.G-13. Coming Soon, to PhoenixSong.net.

 

[CUT TO: INT. WEASLEY’S WIZARD WHEEZES, DAY. TWO SHOT, FRED AND GEORGE.]

 

                                                FRED

                        Grow up? George my good man, what’s that?

 

                                                GEORGE

                        No idea good fellow, no idea.

 

[CUT TO: BLACK]

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Okay, I haven't done this in forever, but I was inspired to take it back up again by all the folks at PhoenixSong who use these to post snippets of what they write. This'll be stuff I hope to publish eventually. This is a busy time for both me and my faithful beta. But student teaching is over in a week, and the I get 3 week vacation to get all my ducks in order.

Anyway, onto bits and pieces from my writing closet. This piece is radically differant from what I normally write. If you're not familiar with what I normally write, pop in here: http://www.phoenixsong.net/symphony/story.php?cid=2045, and have a look. Please forgive typos/spelling mistakes. My fiance tried to get them all for me, but you never know. Anyway, here goes:

I don't own these characters, they belong to JKR, and the song belongs to Julie Roberts and her corperate keepers. I'm just playing around:


The Middle of Somewhere

(A terrible title, I know- BWC)

Mile marker 203, the gas gauge leanin' on the edge of "E",
An' I'll be dang'd if the rain ain't pourin' down.
There's somethin' smokin' underneath the hood,
It's a-bangin' and a-clangin' an' it can't be good,
An' it's another fifty miles to the nearest town.
Everythin' I own's in the back in a hefty bag;
I'm outta cigarettes an' I'm down to my last drag.

Ron pulled the car off the highway. He needed gas. The sign said, LEXINGTON, mile marker 191. Exiled in America. Voldemort running over Europe. His family in shambles, friends dead.

I'd sure hate to break down here,
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror.
Out in the middle of no-where, no-where.
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'.
So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow.
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now.
I made it this far without cryin' a single tear.
I'd sure hate to break down here.

He’d been taught to blend into the Muggle world, in hiding from Voldemort, hoping the resitance would gather and somehow, without Harry, they’d succeed. But it wasn’t all that that made him the most hollow.

Under fifty thousand miles ago,
Before the bad blood an' busted radio,
He said I was all he had ever needed.
But love is blind an' little did I know,
You were just another dead end road,
Made with pretty lies an' broken dreams.
Baby, leavin' you is easier than bein' gone.
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong.

He didn’t know where she’d ended up. Security of course, and the last time he’s seen her, she’d been on a stretcher, borne away by Snape and Remus, while his father had handed him a portkey. He’d thought she was dead. But she hadn’t been, and she’d been spirited off as well. A target for the dark lord. Alone in America, somewhere. He wasn’t sure what he was doing in the beat up Ford Crown Vic. He’d driven a thousand miles in the last month. He finally realized, he was look for her. Bushy brown hair turned his head every car he past on the highway.

I'd sure hate to break down here,
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror.
Out in the middle of no-where, no-where.
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'.
So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow.
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now.
I made it this far without cryin' a single tear.
An' I'd sure hate to break down here.
Oh, no.

The car was falling apart, and held together with duct tape and magic. He caught his reflection in the car window. His red hair was gone, dyed black. A thin scar ran the length of his face from eye socket to chin, a souvenir from a fight with a troll. He opened his wallet. It was charmed to have cash in it at all times. Handy, since he couldn’t get a job. Not without proper documentation, or a job history. He walked in, staring at the scars on his knuckles.
“Twenty dollars on four,” he told the woman behind the counter.
“Right sir.” He froze, his hand holding the money across the counter. He closed his eyes. It was his imagination. His imagination. His BLOODY IMAGINATION. He tore his eyes up.
The brown hair was now blonde, but it was still bushy, and nothing could change the eyes.
“Have we met?” he asked softly. Recognition sparked in her eyes.
“I’m not sure,” she stammered. Where are you from?”
“England. Ottery St. Catchpole.”
“I might have been there once.” Her hand was at her side now. He realized she feared it was a trap.
“I’m looking for a place to stay tonight. Any good places around here?” He asked. Another person walked in.
“Hey, Heather, I’m here now, you can go study for your test.” The older man, wearing the store’s apron said.
“Thanks, Ted.” She smiled at him, exchanging wary glances at Ron. Ron turned to go.
“Sir, you forgot your change!” He turned around, and picked it up off the counter.
He began to stuff it in his wallet, when he found a slip of paper. He recognized it as a cell phone number. His heart was racing. He left the store, and drove down two doors to the next one. He dropped a coin iin the pay phone and dialed the number.
“Hello?”
“Hermione?” His voice was a whisper.
“Ron?”
“It IS you.”
“It's me.”
“What are you doing here.”
“Driving. Around. Looking for you.”
“Ron, you aren’t supposed to be…”
“Do you think I care? I’ve lost everything. I had to find you.”
“Where are you?”
“The next store down. The blue crown vic in the parking lot.”
“Wait there.”

A moment later a small Honda pulled into the parking lot, and she got out. His mouth was dry, as she closed the distance between them. She reached up a hand to touch his face. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too.” He said, before enclosing her in a fierce embrace.
And the world, Voldemort, and everyone could go hang. Because he’d found her. And they cried.

I'd sure hate to break down here,
With nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror.
Out in the middle of no-where, no-where.
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'.
So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow.
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now.
I made it this far without cryin' a single tear.
An' I'd sure hate to break down,
It's too late to turn around.
I'd sure hate to break down here.

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