*does little happy dance*After nearly a year of writer's block and horrible luck (ie losing yet another flash drive), I am almost finished with the seventh chapter of An Unconventional Moment. It may or may not be the final chapter, depending on how well Hermione cooperates (does she ever?), and how well Severus reacts to whatever she does. *knock on wood*I plan to have this finished by (hopefully) the weekend - depends on how much actual writing time I get between now and Sunday (last weekend I got none). If all goes well, I might try to tackle the next chapter of Tomorrow's Appeal or... I might write that "Sky is Falling" festival pieces that's been nagging in the back of my head - only three more weeks until all entries have to be in.
April 3, 2005 Quincy, California It was broad daylight the first time Neville kissed her. The sky was dark blue; the sound of a particularly loud lawn mower reverberated through the air as she lead him to their destination. Josie’s palms were sweaty. She had never actually brought anyone here before – never wanted to bring anyone here before. Neville must have noticed her distress as they crossed the lawn, because he reached out a hand and wove his fingers between hers. Josie gave him a hesitant smile as they walked along the immaculate green lawn, dotted by rows of inlaid granite snuggled close to the ground. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest – so loudly she was sure Neville could hear its strangely rapid tattoo. He gave her hand a quick squeeze as she slowed their pace. Without a word, he pulled her close to his body, brushing back a few strands of hair from her face. Josie’s breath caught in her throat. His eyes – such beautiful eyes – scanned her face as his head bent clos...
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