I literally had the best day ever. Lately I've been stressed, but we had field day in my school today. I spent the entire day competing against other grades in sports and games, hanging out with my friends, and eating food. I wish every day was like today.
Days like those are so stressful for people who don’t have friends or aren’t good at sports omg. But I’m glad you can enjoy yourself darling. Have fun!!!
So today started out dumb, but this afternoon was AWESOME.
I’m on the porch attempting to construct a railing for the stairs when I notice a weird noise. Like, a kind of droning or buzzing? And it’s getting loud. So I investigate. It’s coming from the neighbor’s yard.
It is a metric fuckton of bees. I have never seen so many bees in my life. It is a fucking swarm of bees, and I have been reading about bees because I got a wild hair a few weeks back about wanting a hive of my own, but haven’t yet convinced Husbandthing, and there is suddenly a SWARMING HERD OF WILD HONEYBEES IN THE NEIGHBOR’S YARD.
I see postings on the neighborhood page all the time for feral swarm collection, but I also know the guy in the house across the alley just set up a hive. “Hey I think your hive escaped,” I text him.
He calls me back about three minutes later. Turns out, the swarm he was supposed to get never came; the company went out of business and his order got cancelled, and he’d found out HALF AN HOUR AGO. And he says he’s got a friend who is a professional beekeeper, and he’s going to go pick her up and would it be okay if they came and got this swarm please please please?
So Bee Neighbor and Professional Beekeeper show up and immediately don bee suits. Apparently there is fierce competition for feral swarms, and the swarm in the neighbor’s tree is HUGE, and also twenty feet off the ground, and Bee Neighbor wants them very badly.
The tree the bees are in is in a yard belonging to neither of us, so we go knock on the door, but there’s no answer. I knock on the house adjacent to it, but that guy’s not home either. Finally, I text the neighbor on the other side of me to see if he’s got contact info for the property owner, who is incredibly shy and in three years has never made eye contact. No luck.
So…we trespass. We get my extension ladder, and Bee Neighbor climbs the tree while Professional Beekeeper stands on the ladder and walks him through the swarm collection. Turns out, you just shake the swarm into a box, and as long as the queen makes it into the box, the rest of the swarm will eventually follow. Bee Neighbor has never collected a swarm before (this is, in fact, his very first swarm of bees ever) and it takes the two of them the better part of an hour in the tree trying to shake the swarm into the box.
Bees eventually get into the box. Bee Neighbor gets out of the tree without dying, and Professional Beekeeper examines the swarm and makes pleased noises. At this point, the box is the neighbor’s driveway, and about two thirds of the swarm is still milling around the box all confused. Since the neighbor isn’t home and we can’t contact him, he risks coming and parking right in the middle of a huge cloud of bees. Professional Beekeeper doesn’t want to move the box too far away, because we risk the milling bees losing the queen’s scent and never going into the box. An equidistant point between the current location and Bee Neighbor’s yard is the top of my recycling bin.
So they put the box of bees on my recycling bin, and I text Husbandthing.
Now I have a box of bees that I am babysitting. They’re being all lazy and dopey and bumbling around. I think I might be in love. Bee Neighbor will pick the box up later tonight and put them in his hive, and then the bees will be MY neighbors too!!
[ to @newtscamamder ] salut elena, and happy happy happy birthday!!! it’s been entirely too long since i’ve talked to you, and even longer since i wrote something for you, so enjoy some spur-of-the-moment drarry headcanons <3
after the war, the first thing harry said to draco was at least a little surprising, if not worrying
”move in with me, malfoy”
”no way in hell, potter”
apparently, there was a way in hell
a nervous draco showed up to the address harry had owled him months before and knocked softly
the door swung open to reveal a ruffled potter, who immediately smiled as he saw draco
“i was hoping you’d show up, draco”
two weeks later, they’re skirting around the apartment and acting as if they barely knew each other
which, of course, wasn’t true
harry was acutely aware that draco brushed his teeth with his left hand, but turned a book page with his right
and draco was intensely trying to ignore the fact that harry cleaned up every single mess in the house without ever bringing it up to the blond
two months later, they’re friendly
joking around about the years they spent in misplaced hatred
“still think you got a chance with the weaslette, potter?”
“only if that flower girl – what’s her name, peony? – would take you off my hands”
quietly, they grew closer and closer
close enough to lay on top of each other
and jokingly flirt
and sometimes not jokingly flirt
after their first year, harry took draco to a christmas at the weasleys
“they’re my family, and i wouldn’t want to just leave you at home”
it was awkward and shifty
until molly took draco into the biggest bear hug and whispered “i’ll go knit you a sweater”
draco wouldn’t admit it, but he had tears in his eyes
after that, draco and harry were practically inseparable
the only way one could tell they weren’t actually together is by seeing that they weren’t hold hands
until one day, they did
maybe it was draco that grabbed harry’s hand, or harry grabbed draco’s
neither of them knew who made the first move
they never mentioned that moment
or the little sparks that flew whenever their fingers touched
but it was always on the back of their minds
and then, it was always in front
then it was on the tip of their tongues
and one night, tipsy draco told even tipsier harry
“i want to hold your hand all the time”
granted, it wasn’t the most articulated thought that draco ever had
but it was enough to get the point across
and enough to ignite the flame in harry’s heart and make harry’s eyes shine