Author: Anna Fugazzi | Word Count: 19,000 | Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Auror Corps provides Harry with a profession that’s highly dangerous, demanding, and glamorous. Except when it’s not. No babies were babysat and no Icelanders were harmed in the making of this fic. Tents may have been traumatized.
Review: This was quite brilliant. It was funny and sweet and just a wee bit angsty, but also the plot and characters and the Icelandic setting (yes, they go to Iceland) were quite creative.
*spoiler* And I don’t know why I really need to mention this but this is really my fave line and I don’t even know why - “Most people looked innocent in their sleep. Malfoy just looked asleep. There wasn’t much about him that was innocent.”
Seriously… They are the bane of my existence. And I thought the hounds were bad. BUT THESE GUYS. There like a combonation of Catcoons and hounds, only add the fact they throw stuff at you and then Turn in to thoes Shadowed version of the Splumonkies… Ughhhh. So out of pure haterid, I made this picture.
Curious little things,
Wilson says. Misslead me you did you little shit. >:C
My GF and I truely had a bad time, for two nights we played in the caves, wich in-game time we were in there from the summer, right up till there was 16 days left of autumn
Stiles had been watching Derek’s constipated face get progressively worse as they got closer to their destination, and now he knew why—this was priceless, and Stiles tried not to laugh. “You brought us to a county fair?”
Peter half-turned to look at him from the driver’s seat. “Hey, it was either this or a treasure hunt-themed Pilates class in Sacramento—short notice, blah blah, I don’t want to hear it.” He literally kicked open his door, stepping down into the muck with no qualms. “Let’s go, or we’ll be late for the pig wrestling.”