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Title: What They Need To Know
Challenge: Muggle Studies
Word Count: 100
Note: this is a sequel to Substitute Teachers.
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Title: Harry's "Memoirs"
Challenge: Order of the Phoenix
Word Count: 100
Warning: possible muted spoilers for DH
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Title: Rendezvous for Spies
Challenge: The Leaky Cauldron
Word Count: 100
Note: this is set just after GoH. It does not contain any spoilers for the forthcoming book.



"Here. Pea soup."

Remus nearly gagged as some of the gluey fluid slopped over the side of the bowl. Tom's pea soup was horrid, but it was all he could afford after leaving Hogwarts. He nodded, spooned up a swallow, and positioned the spoon so most of it would bypass his taste buds.

"Down to your last sickle, Lupin?" Severus Snape, looking as arrogant as ever, loomed over him.

"Would you like some? It's fresh, or so Tom claims." Remus shrugged.

Snape leaned close enough that no one would notice the miniature scroll he shoved into Remus's hand. "Another time."

Title: They Drink Alone
Challenge: The Leaky Cauldron
Word Count: 100


The Leaky is the only place he can go without being spat on. Not that he goes often - he rarely has money, and who will stand a murderer a drink?

"Severus? Why are you here alone?"

Lupin slides in across from him. He's by himself.

"Drinking." Severus drains his glass. "I could ask you the same question."

Lupin orders a round. One finger has a pale stripe where his wedding ring should be. "I could give you the same answer."

Severus raises his glass. "To drinking alone."

Their glasses clink together. "Or with a friend."

Severus raises an eyebrow.

Title: Scintillating Strawberries 'n Cream
Challenge: take a guess
Word Count: 100


The holidays were always a bit problematic. The first years were still young enough to fancy that their teachers would enjoy a Christmas gift. It was even worse for Heads of House, who were routinely showered with ranging from magazine subscriptions to fruit baskets to a sycophantic House Elf.

Which was why Remus found the "bath luxuries gift set" when they moved into their own house.

"Scintillating Strawberries 'n Cream bath gel?"

Severus hunched his shoulders. "It was a gift. You can chuck - "

"Actually, I thought we could use it. Unless you're allergic to strawberries?"

Fortunately, Severus wasn't.

Title: No Sex Please, We're British
Challenge: France
Word Count: 100
Rating: R for suggestiveness

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Title: A Rare Delicacy
Challenge: France
Word Count: 100


"Ah, escargot." Severus extracted the meat from the shell, dipped it in butter sauce, and held the morsel out toward his date. "Snail?"

Remus made a noise that sounded like "urgh." "No thank you."

The escargot were perfectly seasoned and nicely chewy, and Severus sighed with pleasure. "At least try one. They're excellent with this wine."

"No." Remus breathed through his mouth. "I'll - I'll wait for the frogs legs!"

Severus put his fork down. "You'll eat frogs legs but not snails. I fail to see the difference."

Remus stared at the appetizer plate, then bolted for the gents. "Sorry!"

Title: Nesting Instinct
Challenge: cleaning
Word Count: 100
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Title: Apology
Challenge: "I'm sorry."
Word Count: 100


"I'm sorry."

Remus looked up from the kitchen table. "Sorry for what?"

Severus thinned his lips. "Telling my students about your - condition. I spoke out of rage."

And clearly Albus spoke to you. "Thank you. But there's no need. I'm actually glad that the job ended."

The dark eyes widened. "You are?"

Remus swallowed tea. "Yes."

Severus frowned. "You're not angry?"

"Why should I be? The job was cursed. You did me a favor, oddly enough."

"True." Severus sat down. "If only we could tell Potter."

"Agreed. Have a cuppa?"

"Thank you. I'd like that."

"I thought you might."

Title: At US Customs
Challenge: declarations
Word Count: 100


"Do you have anything to declare?" Stella wanded the men by rote. One was a beaky sort who kept brushing dandruff off his black turtleneck. The other, shorter and quieter, seemed in some sort of Zen state.

"Nothing but our genius," snapped Beaky.

"What he means is that no, we don't," said Quiet. His voice was husky and tight, as if he'd had throat surgery.

"What about these?" One of the screeners held up two wooden sticks.

Beaky opened his mouth. Quiet cut him off. "Knitting needles for my mother."

Stella shrugged. Wood wasn't on the list. "Let 'em through!"