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50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 2036
Rating: PG-13
Warning/AN: Pre-DH, Beta by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrsquizzical and queenb23more
This scene has been a long time in coming and it was a pita to write! Lee testifies in court.
My Table
49. Bad
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Lee walked down the aisle to the center of the courtroom; his cane clicked on the wooden floor marking his uneven gait, but he was unhindered in his stride. He made a striking figure, tall and handsome in his dusty blue-gray dress robes. His hair was now long enough that he bound the shiny strands at the base of his neck with a leather tie.
The room had gone silent when Lee was called to the witness stand and everyone in attendance watched for a few excitement-filled moments before a hum of quiet chatter began. There wasn’t a wizard in the courtroom that didn’t recognize Lee’s name.
The Wizengamot carried on with procedural formalities while Lee took his seat in the witness chair. The previous witnesses had appeared uncomfortable, looking small and awkward. Lee remained poised.
George’s cheek twitched where he sat, amused by the emotional fulfillment of knowing that he alone knew the silly, sensual, vulnerable side of Lee Jordan. They saw the charismatic exterior, but he’d been the one to wipe toothpaste from the corner of Lee’s mouth that morning. He’d used Lee’s damp towel after getting out of the shower. He’d felt Lee’s hand on his arse when they’d kissed before leaving home.
“Good morning, Mr. Jordan.”
“Good morning,” Lee nodded his head in respect to the Chief Warlock. Hermione sat near at hand, assisting the court scribe.
“I couldn’t help observing during your approach to the witness stand, that you appear to have an impairment of some kind.”
“You are correct, Mr. Barlaw. It’s a lingering, and I’m told by my Healers, permanent effect from the attack I suffered last autumn.”
“I see. Would you tell us, please, did you sustain any other injuries at that time?”
“Many, sir. My right hand now has little mobility.” Lee extended both arms in front of him, made fists then opened his hands and splayed his fingers, his left hand performed each maneuver, while the right hand flexed but remain notably curled. “I had to learn to do all of my wand work with my left hand.”
“And I understand,” said Chief Barlaw, reading from a parchment, “that you were unconscious for nearly two months. That you had to re-learn how to walk, and – if you’ll pardon the indelicate intrusion – that for several months you needed assistance in all manner of personal tasks?”
“That is correct. Yes.”
George had certainly never felt put out by the weeks he spent helping Lee bathe and dress. Doing the therapy to help him get stronger. He imagined the Chief Warlock’s hat blowing off if Lee told him about being desperate with the need to have a wank and how George had taken over that job for him as well.
“Have you suffered any other permanent injuries?”
“Yes. I was severely burned by an Igneous Hex that left my arm scarred.”
“Would you be willing to show this to the Wizengamot?”
“Certainly.”
With a courteous nod to the ladies of the courtroom, Lee stood and shrugged off his robe, laying it on the chair beside him. As he unbuttoned the cuff of his shirtsleeve and pushed it above his elbow, George sensed the communal feeling of intrigue in the room at the sight of Lee’s very modest striptease. Lee rotated and flexed his arm; the patch of scarred skin was stark against his dark flesh.
“Thank you, Mr. Jordan. May I ask you to now elaborate on the other ways in which the attack in question has altered your life?”
Lee spent several minutes explaining how he’d lost wages, lost his flat, and had to move back into his mother’s home. How he’d had to test for his Apparition license again and had been on a strict regime of potions to combat pain and the side effects of the hexes.
What Lee didn’t mention in this room full of people was how difficult the struggle to get off the pain potions had been for him. Nor about how he was still troubled by the darkness. They never discussed it, but George knew and always left a candle burning at night.
“This court has been given testimony by Harry Potter stating that property belonging to you was found at the premises of Borgin and Burkes. Can you confirm that the item,” the Interrogator looked down at a parchment, “a ‘pendant’ of some kind, was in fact stolen from you?”
“That is true. It was taken from me after I was unconscious.”
The lead Interrogator thanked him and spoke again.
“And now, according to the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the representative for the Accused may now question the witness.”
On George’s left, Fred shifted, pressing his shoulder against George’s.
Here we go, then.
“He’ll be fine,” George muttered. He turned around to give a reassuring smile to Lee’s mum and aunt who sat behind them.
Mr. Travers was a wizard of George’s dad’s age, but he had an unnatural appearance of youth about him, with black hair and a smooth face. He had represented several of the accused Death Eater sympathizers since the war. His wealth pardoned him from his inauspicious reputation in society.
“Mr. Jordan, we’ve heard a great deal about your injuries. Are you well now? Do you need a rest or some water?”
The muscle along Lee’s throat flexed as he swallowed.
“That’s not necessary. I’m fine.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I was concerned you might still be too … delicate for this today.” Lee said nothing while Travers took his time feigning kindness.
Mr. Travers had little defense for Byron Burke. The most he could do was to attempt to befuddle the witnesses into contradicting themselves. Much of Lee’s trial commentary had pointed this out. Now it appeared Travers would attempt to portray Lee as a dandy in an attempt to insight an unfavorable opinion among the Wizengamot.
“You do have a flair for communication, we all know that by now, but something you haven’t mentioned is what your attacker looked like. Can you identify the person who caused you this damage?”
“No, I can not,” Lee answered, with his head held high. “I remember knowing that someone was in the shop after I had closed up but I have no memory of the rest.”
“So, you can not tell us for certain that my client is your attacker?”
“… Not because I can identify him. But because he had what was taken from me.”
“Oh, yes, this ‘pendant’ we’ve heard of. But we don’t have the item in evidence, I’m afraid.”
Travers flashed the Wizengamot a bemused smile.
“No. It was returned to me the night that Byron Burke was detained.”
“Is that so? And how was it returned to you?” The man’s voice was rich with condescending innocence.
“George Weasley brought it to me after he found it in Byron Burke’s shop.”
George knew Lee would never reveal what happened between them that night. But he knew Lee was thinking of it just as he was.
“Ah, yes, the same Mr. Weasley, with whom you share a large Kensington home with?”
“Mr. Travers,” the Chief Warlock interrupted, “the witness’s living arrangements are not on trial here.”
The Solicitor took his admonishment lightly, waving off his warning.
“Where is this item, now?”
“I have it here.” Lee immediately reached for the thin leather necklace at his throat.
In this instance, Lee’s honesty played into Travers game who now smiled like someone had just baked a Pygmy Puff into a pie.
“Oh, it’s a necklace that you wear over your heart,” Travers simpered. “How … touching.”
Lee controlled his reaction, but for the first time, his eyes flickered in George’s direction.
I’m here, love. You’re doing fine, George thought, fighting the urge to go to him and casting a Ferniculous spell up Travers’ arse on the way.
“I see this is of great importance to you. Does it have monetary value, then?”
“I that doubt it has any monetary value at all,” Lee answered, tucking it back into his collar. “It’s a tourist trinket, Knuts a piece.”
“So it is sentimental, then?”
“… Yes.”
“How can you be certain that this is your missing jewelry?”
“I’ve had it since I was fourteen. Fred and George Weasley gave it to me after their family holiday in Africa.”
“But such items are sold en masse in Africa and even down on Leicester Square. How could you know this one was really yours? It would be an easy mistake, nobody would blame you.”
“I’m not likely to mistake something that I’ve had for nearly eight years. It was from my best friends, I shared a dorm in Gryffindor with them. And it is from Africa.”
George’s brothers and Harry all snorted when Lee name-dropped ‘Gryffindor’.
Travers smile faded.
“This George Weasley is a very special friend of yours, isn’t he?”
Fred and Ron both seemed to swell slightly where they sat, as if to provide a barrier around George. He could sense several eyes in the room flash in his direction.
“… It’ll be ok, boys,” George muttered. He believed it too. He was in love with his best friend, and he had his brothers by his side. Secure with that knowledge, he could take whatever Travers wanted to dish out and sod the rest.
Lee’s face tensed but his voice was steady.
“Yes. He’s my best friend. And as to if Africa is of any value to me,” Lee reached up and pushed a dreadlock aside, “I’d think that would be obvious.”
The undertone of laughter in the room cracked the thick tension Travers had been trying to build.
“I’m finished with this witness,” he said, with a sneer on his face as he walked back to his seat next to Burke.
Lee joined them, taking a seat in the row next to Fred. George reached across his brother and clasped his hand over Lee’s wrist.
“You all right?” he whispered.
Lee gave a rapid nod. “Fine.” He turned his hand over squeezed George’s fingers, smiling with his eyes more than his mouth.
“I always knew you two perverts would try to get me in the middle,” Fred whispered.
~
It was like the waiting room at St. Mungo’s. Maybe worse. The heavy silence among this many people was unsettling. George stood near Fred, Ron, Harry, and Percy, who had joined them after work, where they made bad jokes and small talk under their breath. George contributed counterpoint to his twin, but his mind and his eyes were on Lee, who sat with his mum and Aunt Shirley.
The families of Burkes’ many other victims were gathered here and there in small clusters as well.
The Wizengamot had announced they would declare a verdict before retiring.
So they waited.
At last, a small court page ran up the corridor towards them, his face bright pink, patting at his chest from having run up the stairs.
“Convicted! On all charges!” The corridor erupted with celebration at the announcement. It was a victory for the entire community who had suffered from a lingering terror since the end of the war.
For George, it was as though he’d finally made good on a promise to Lee.
There was hugging and wringing of hands, and Lee was ushered away to do a brief bit for the WWN, and before George knew it, Fred was announcing a party at George and Lee’s.
“At our place, is it?”
“I can garner you about fifteen minutes before people start arriving,” Fred said with a wink. “Plenty of time for you to hide the sex toys and leather whips.”
“We’re hiding our leather whips?” Lee asked, putting his arms around both twins.
“There you are!” George said, beaming at him. He hadn’t had a moment alone with Lee yet. “You finished being a celebrity?”
“For the moment.” Lee tousled George’s hair. “What are we doing now, boys?”
“We’re about to have a lot of company at home.”
“Yeah? And whose idea was that?” Lee glared at Fred.
Fred gave him a guilty grin. “You better shift now! You’ve only got a few minutes to banish all the lacy knickers lying about before the respectable folks arrive.”
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A/N - So, this was 'plot'. The next one will be all about the smut, I swear!
50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 2036
Rating: PG-13
Warning/AN: Pre-DH, Beta by
mrsquizzical and queenb23moreThis scene has been a long time in coming and it was a pita to write! Lee testifies in court.
My Table
49. Bad
~^~
Lee walked down the aisle to the center of the courtroom; his cane clicked on the wooden floor marking his uneven gait, but he was unhindered in his stride. He made a striking figure, tall and handsome in his dusty blue-gray dress robes. His hair was now long enough that he bound the shiny strands at the base of his neck with a leather tie.
The room had gone silent when Lee was called to the witness stand and everyone in attendance watched for a few excitement-filled moments before a hum of quiet chatter began. There wasn’t a wizard in the courtroom that didn’t recognize Lee’s name.
The Wizengamot carried on with procedural formalities while Lee took his seat in the witness chair. The previous witnesses had appeared uncomfortable, looking small and awkward. Lee remained poised.
George’s cheek twitched where he sat, amused by the emotional fulfillment of knowing that he alone knew the silly, sensual, vulnerable side of Lee Jordan. They saw the charismatic exterior, but he’d been the one to wipe toothpaste from the corner of Lee’s mouth that morning. He’d used Lee’s damp towel after getting out of the shower. He’d felt Lee’s hand on his arse when they’d kissed before leaving home.
“Good morning, Mr. Jordan.”
“Good morning,” Lee nodded his head in respect to the Chief Warlock. Hermione sat near at hand, assisting the court scribe.
“I couldn’t help observing during your approach to the witness stand, that you appear to have an impairment of some kind.”
“You are correct, Mr. Barlaw. It’s a lingering, and I’m told by my Healers, permanent effect from the attack I suffered last autumn.”
“I see. Would you tell us, please, did you sustain any other injuries at that time?”
“Many, sir. My right hand now has little mobility.” Lee extended both arms in front of him, made fists then opened his hands and splayed his fingers, his left hand performed each maneuver, while the right hand flexed but remain notably curled. “I had to learn to do all of my wand work with my left hand.”
“And I understand,” said Chief Barlaw, reading from a parchment, “that you were unconscious for nearly two months. That you had to re-learn how to walk, and – if you’ll pardon the indelicate intrusion – that for several months you needed assistance in all manner of personal tasks?”
“That is correct. Yes.”
George had certainly never felt put out by the weeks he spent helping Lee bathe and dress. Doing the therapy to help him get stronger. He imagined the Chief Warlock’s hat blowing off if Lee told him about being desperate with the need to have a wank and how George had taken over that job for him as well.
“Have you suffered any other permanent injuries?”
“Yes. I was severely burned by an Igneous Hex that left my arm scarred.”
“Would you be willing to show this to the Wizengamot?”
“Certainly.”
With a courteous nod to the ladies of the courtroom, Lee stood and shrugged off his robe, laying it on the chair beside him. As he unbuttoned the cuff of his shirtsleeve and pushed it above his elbow, George sensed the communal feeling of intrigue in the room at the sight of Lee’s very modest striptease. Lee rotated and flexed his arm; the patch of scarred skin was stark against his dark flesh.
“Thank you, Mr. Jordan. May I ask you to now elaborate on the other ways in which the attack in question has altered your life?”
Lee spent several minutes explaining how he’d lost wages, lost his flat, and had to move back into his mother’s home. How he’d had to test for his Apparition license again and had been on a strict regime of potions to combat pain and the side effects of the hexes.
What Lee didn’t mention in this room full of people was how difficult the struggle to get off the pain potions had been for him. Nor about how he was still troubled by the darkness. They never discussed it, but George knew and always left a candle burning at night.
“This court has been given testimony by Harry Potter stating that property belonging to you was found at the premises of Borgin and Burkes. Can you confirm that the item,” the Interrogator looked down at a parchment, “a ‘pendant’ of some kind, was in fact stolen from you?”
“That is true. It was taken from me after I was unconscious.”
The lead Interrogator thanked him and spoke again.
“And now, according to the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the representative for the Accused may now question the witness.”
On George’s left, Fred shifted, pressing his shoulder against George’s.
Here we go, then.
“He’ll be fine,” George muttered. He turned around to give a reassuring smile to Lee’s mum and aunt who sat behind them.
Mr. Travers was a wizard of George’s dad’s age, but he had an unnatural appearance of youth about him, with black hair and a smooth face. He had represented several of the accused Death Eater sympathizers since the war. His wealth pardoned him from his inauspicious reputation in society.
“Mr. Jordan, we’ve heard a great deal about your injuries. Are you well now? Do you need a rest or some water?”
The muscle along Lee’s throat flexed as he swallowed.
“That’s not necessary. I’m fine.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I was concerned you might still be too … delicate for this today.” Lee said nothing while Travers took his time feigning kindness.
Mr. Travers had little defense for Byron Burke. The most he could do was to attempt to befuddle the witnesses into contradicting themselves. Much of Lee’s trial commentary had pointed this out. Now it appeared Travers would attempt to portray Lee as a dandy in an attempt to insight an unfavorable opinion among the Wizengamot.
“You do have a flair for communication, we all know that by now, but something you haven’t mentioned is what your attacker looked like. Can you identify the person who caused you this damage?”
“No, I can not,” Lee answered, with his head held high. “I remember knowing that someone was in the shop after I had closed up but I have no memory of the rest.”
“So, you can not tell us for certain that my client is your attacker?”
“… Not because I can identify him. But because he had what was taken from me.”
“Oh, yes, this ‘pendant’ we’ve heard of. But we don’t have the item in evidence, I’m afraid.”
Travers flashed the Wizengamot a bemused smile.
“No. It was returned to me the night that Byron Burke was detained.”
“Is that so? And how was it returned to you?” The man’s voice was rich with condescending innocence.
“George Weasley brought it to me after he found it in Byron Burke’s shop.”
George knew Lee would never reveal what happened between them that night. But he knew Lee was thinking of it just as he was.
“Ah, yes, the same Mr. Weasley, with whom you share a large Kensington home with?”
“Mr. Travers,” the Chief Warlock interrupted, “the witness’s living arrangements are not on trial here.”
The Solicitor took his admonishment lightly, waving off his warning.
“Where is this item, now?”
“I have it here.” Lee immediately reached for the thin leather necklace at his throat.
In this instance, Lee’s honesty played into Travers game who now smiled like someone had just baked a Pygmy Puff into a pie.
“Oh, it’s a necklace that you wear over your heart,” Travers simpered. “How … touching.”
Lee controlled his reaction, but for the first time, his eyes flickered in George’s direction.
I’m here, love. You’re doing fine, George thought, fighting the urge to go to him and casting a Ferniculous spell up Travers’ arse on the way.
“I see this is of great importance to you. Does it have monetary value, then?”
“I that doubt it has any monetary value at all,” Lee answered, tucking it back into his collar. “It’s a tourist trinket, Knuts a piece.”
“So it is sentimental, then?”
“… Yes.”
“How can you be certain that this is your missing jewelry?”
“I’ve had it since I was fourteen. Fred and George Weasley gave it to me after their family holiday in Africa.”
“But such items are sold en masse in Africa and even down on Leicester Square. How could you know this one was really yours? It would be an easy mistake, nobody would blame you.”
“I’m not likely to mistake something that I’ve had for nearly eight years. It was from my best friends, I shared a dorm in Gryffindor with them. And it is from Africa.”
George’s brothers and Harry all snorted when Lee name-dropped ‘Gryffindor’.
Travers smile faded.
“This George Weasley is a very special friend of yours, isn’t he?”
Fred and Ron both seemed to swell slightly where they sat, as if to provide a barrier around George. He could sense several eyes in the room flash in his direction.
“… It’ll be ok, boys,” George muttered. He believed it too. He was in love with his best friend, and he had his brothers by his side. Secure with that knowledge, he could take whatever Travers wanted to dish out and sod the rest.
Lee’s face tensed but his voice was steady.
“Yes. He’s my best friend. And as to if Africa is of any value to me,” Lee reached up and pushed a dreadlock aside, “I’d think that would be obvious.”
The undertone of laughter in the room cracked the thick tension Travers had been trying to build.
“I’m finished with this witness,” he said, with a sneer on his face as he walked back to his seat next to Burke.
Lee joined them, taking a seat in the row next to Fred. George reached across his brother and clasped his hand over Lee’s wrist.
“You all right?” he whispered.
Lee gave a rapid nod. “Fine.” He turned his hand over squeezed George’s fingers, smiling with his eyes more than his mouth.
“I always knew you two perverts would try to get me in the middle,” Fred whispered.
~
It was like the waiting room at St. Mungo’s. Maybe worse. The heavy silence among this many people was unsettling. George stood near Fred, Ron, Harry, and Percy, who had joined them after work, where they made bad jokes and small talk under their breath. George contributed counterpoint to his twin, but his mind and his eyes were on Lee, who sat with his mum and Aunt Shirley.
The families of Burkes’ many other victims were gathered here and there in small clusters as well.
The Wizengamot had announced they would declare a verdict before retiring.
So they waited.
At last, a small court page ran up the corridor towards them, his face bright pink, patting at his chest from having run up the stairs.
“Convicted! On all charges!” The corridor erupted with celebration at the announcement. It was a victory for the entire community who had suffered from a lingering terror since the end of the war.
For George, it was as though he’d finally made good on a promise to Lee.
There was hugging and wringing of hands, and Lee was ushered away to do a brief bit for the WWN, and before George knew it, Fred was announcing a party at George and Lee’s.
“At our place, is it?”
“I can garner you about fifteen minutes before people start arriving,” Fred said with a wink. “Plenty of time for you to hide the sex toys and leather whips.”
“We’re hiding our leather whips?” Lee asked, putting his arms around both twins.
“There you are!” George said, beaming at him. He hadn’t had a moment alone with Lee yet. “You finished being a celebrity?”
“For the moment.” Lee tousled George’s hair. “What are we doing now, boys?”
“We’re about to have a lot of company at home.”
“Yeah? And whose idea was that?” Lee glared at Fred.
Fred gave him a guilty grin. “You better shift now! You’ve only got a few minutes to banish all the lacy knickers lying about before the respectable folks arrive.”
~^~
A/N - So, this was 'plot'. The next one will be all about the smut, I swear!
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Date: 2007-11-09 05:59 am (UTC)Hurray for Burke being convicted! Hurray for Lee being calm and cool and funny even under questioning! Hurray for the boys not getting their feathers all ruffled up! Hurray for Fred making silly jokes at a trial of all places! Hurray for George being so confident for Lee!
And Travers is a bastard. And even when you're writing such an utter jerk, it's perfect!
I love it! Bravo!
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Date: 2007-11-09 06:05 am (UTC)Oh, you don't know how I fretted about this! I'd wanted to include more smutty/romantic flashbacks throughout, but it was just breaking it up too much, and then I was afraid it was boring. gah!
Thank you! :)
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Date: 2007-11-09 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-10 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-09 04:41 pm (UTC)But yeah. So. This was great. I love how Lee keeps his cool. It's just like him. And just like the boys to get all bothered by Travers talking about George and Lee's personal life. So great!
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Date: 2007-11-10 10:51 pm (UTC)I'm glad you noticed the moment with Fred and Ron being protective. Thank you!
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Date: 2007-11-09 05:00 pm (UTC)Hee! I love this so much. Don't want it to end. D:
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Date: 2007-11-10 10:54 pm (UTC)I know! I miss miss all of you reading when its done. *sigh*
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Date: 2007-11-09 05:04 pm (UTC)I love your boys. Lee's a fighter, and George believes in him.
“I always knew you two perverts would try to get me in the middle,” Fred whispered.
Priceless.
Now you should think about doing another 50. Just to see, if they will be as good as these. ;-)
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Date: 2007-11-10 10:57 pm (UTC)One more and it will be done!
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Date: 2007-11-09 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-10 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-09 07:12 pm (UTC)*sniff*
A party and smut? What a wonderful way to end the series! :D
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Date: 2007-11-10 11:01 pm (UTC)I hadn't thought of it quite like that - 'party and smut' for the finish. Nice!
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Date: 2007-11-09 07:37 pm (UTC)*sniggers*
*waits impatiently for the last chapter*
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Date: 2007-11-10 11:03 pm (UTC)I'm working on the finale!
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Date: 2007-11-09 09:35 pm (UTC)***George’s cheek twitched where he sat, amused by the emotional fulfillment of knowing that he alone knew the silly, sensual, vulnerable side of Lee Jordan. They saw the charismatic exterior, but he’d been the one to wipe toothpaste from the corner of Lee’s mouth that morning. He’d used Lee’s damp towel after getting out of the shower. He’d felt Lee’s hand on his arse when they’d kissed before leaving home.***
and of course:
***“I always knew you two perverts would try to get me in the middle,” Fred whispered.***
Oh that was wonderful, Maple! Looking forward to the celebration!
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Date: 2007-11-10 11:04 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2007-11-09 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-10 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-10 03:43 am (UTC)I've loved Fred throughout this, he's hilarious and I love him.
*sighs* I hope you write more Glee when you've finished this one, you write their relationship brilliantly!
*waits excitedly for next chapter with a bittersweet feeling*
xxx
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Date: 2007-11-10 11:07 pm (UTC)I know, one more! *meep* Thank you so much for supporting this story! :)
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Date: 2007-11-12 05:46 am (UTC)Yay for Lee kicking arse on the stand!
Yay for a wonderfully plotty chapter!
*flails because there's only one left*
*loves*
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Date: 2007-11-13 12:58 am (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2007-11-12 08:50 pm (UTC)*twirls you*
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Date: 2007-11-13 12:59 am (UTC)Alas my denouement is only about a 1/3 of what I'd built up in my head, but I just can't fit it all in!
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-11-13 03:20 am (UTC)I love love love it.
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Date: 2007-11-14 04:27 am (UTC)*hearts you*
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Date: 2007-11-13 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-14 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-14 05:44 am (UTC)What Lee didn’t mention in this room full of people was how difficult the struggle to get off the pain potions had been for him. Nor about how he was still troubled by the darkness. They never discussed it, but George knew and always left a candle burning at night.
Oh. *swoons*
Fred and Ron both seemed to swell slightly where they sat, as if to provide a barrier around George.
*flails*
“I always knew you two perverts would try to get me in the middle,” Fred whispered.
*adores*
And, yay! Justice!
There's really only one more? *swallows* *clicks*
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Date: 2007-11-14 06:59 am (UTC)That is so cool! I really fret when I don't have smut to hide behind and I was not at all sure I could pull of this trial scene. But this was something I'd planned since the very beginning and it simply had to be there. whew!
I liked feeling George's brother protecting him, after all the time he was worried what they'd think.
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-11-14 06:35 pm (UTC)One more chapter, but I'm not as sad as the others, I still have more Maple to read. I'm like a kid in a candy shop with your journal!
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Date: 2007-12-08 03:26 am (UTC)Lee rocked on the stand. That lawyer (or whatever the wizard version is) was such a prick. Trying to 'out' Lee, like that matters. Like it changes what Burke did to him. *grr*
Loved the plot aspect. I'm glad that it was 'tidied' up. *frown* on to the last one...
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Date: 2007-12-08 06:59 pm (UTC)Thank you!