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keladry_lupin) wrote2007-12-19 02:04 pm
keladry_lupin) wrote2007-12-19 02:04 pm
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In the Garden
Severus sat on a stump, the summer sun warming his wife’s garden. Yseult read to him from a tree branch as his hands worked with the flowers. He smiled at the sound of her sweet, childish voice stumbling over the more difficult words.
He wondered at his daughter’s love of poetry. His bride had even more prosaic than he, but after receiving a book of poems from Theodore, Yseult was addicted.
Severus scowled. It had better not be because of the Lupin boy.
He stood and crowned his daughter’s bushy hair with the daisies, chained together to make a ring.
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In the Mirror
He wondered at his daughter’s love of poetry. His bride had even more prosaic than he, but after receiving a book of poems from Theodore, Yseult was addicted.
Severus scowled. It had better not be because of the Lupin boy.
He stood and crowned his daughter’s bushy hair with the daisies, chained together to make a ring.
In the Mirror