I got another word from @theresthesnitch and I must admit she was right about this micro fic thing being a good way to just write.
I apologise for the silliness of this story, but apart from feminine hygiene stuff and medical pads, this was what my brain decided to come up with ;-).
Word: Absorb
Breakfast that day was a quiet affair. The four long tables were filled with anxious students, scattered notes and books spread out between half-empty plates.
Mary, Marlene and Lily were seated in the middle of the Gryffindor table. Close to them, the Marauders sat, two of which were digging into their plates without any hint of nerves or urge to do last-minute revisions.
Mary MacDonald closed her book with a decided gesture and turned to the girl with long red locks, sitting across from her “Lily, why was Scamander in your bed all night?
A loud coughing noise erupted next to the girls as James Potter sprayed Peter and Remus with his tea. For one moment people looked up but then the great Hall resumed its silent study buzz. The coughing and choking noises continued and Sirius started patting James’ back, still looking decidedly bored.
“Mary!” The redhead hissed at her friend, not bothering to take her eyes from the book she was frantically reading.
Next to them, James's face was getting redder and redder. He looked as if he was about to choke. Sirius looked at him with a bit more interest.
“You’re no fun, It’s just a question.”
“Can’t you see I am trying to study?”
“If you just tell me already, I could stop pestering you and you would get so much more done in the next - fifteen minutes, before -“
“Fifteen minutes? Shit.” Lily looked frazzled. “I screwed up last night, okay Mary, I don’t know why I did it. It’s a bad habit. And it kept me up all night because the hairs drove me crazy.” The coughing became louder. Both girls looked at James a bit confused but continued their conversation.
“You had Lima in your bed as well? Lily, you are certifiable insane. I mean, you have an exam in” Mary checked her watch “12 minutes.”
“Oy, Prongs, you need to drink something. I am starting to think you might really be choking. I can’t have mum think I let you suffocate at breakfast. But I don’t know what that Heimlich fellow was up to. So please fix this yourself.” Sirius threw Remus a look, indicating he might need some help soon.
The boy with the messy hair and glasses that were about to fall from his nose was wheezing. Tears were streaming from his eyes and he started to hit himself on his chest.
Remus and Peter just stared at the spectacle.
“Lils, I really don’t understand why you keep doing this, the night before your exams. It’s not healthy”
“Listen, Mary, I told you to drop it. I don’t understand why it bothers you so much, it wasn’t keeping you from your sleep!” She whispered angrily as she stood up, shoving both her books on Care of Magical Creatures in her bag. With a frown and a pitying look at the choking crying boy still hitting his chest, she walked out of the hall.
“Alright there, Potter?” Marlene’s voice did not hide her amusement at her cousin's predicament. James gulped some juice down and made another effort at clearing his throat and wiping his face.
“Don’t tell me you are nervous all of a sudden?” Marlene is still smiling at him.
“Ha, not for exams he isn’t. He reserves those feelings for special occasions- learning about a certain sixth year and her nighttime visitors for example.” Sirius’ voice was also filled with humour as he started to smack James on his back.
“I still don’t get it though.” Mary had not given James’s near dying at breakfast a lot of attention.
“Ah Mar, she has been doing it since first year. It’s just a silly superstition.”
At this James looked Marlene straight in the face. “What in the hell are you talking about? She has,” at this he lowered his voice to a whisper, “boys in her bed before exams since first year?”
“Not boys, more like men and women if you want to be exact.”
James was about to have another fit and Mary just looked at Marlene more confused.
“You see, Lily’s mum told her a tale about the tsar of Russia when she was a little girl. Ever since, she has this superstition that if you sleep with a book underneath your pillow you magically absorb the knowledge it contains. So whenever she feels she has not done enough studying she does this the night before the exam, unfortunately it turns out that Lima’s book of Monsters, makes for a very rough bed partner.”
The barking laugh that escaped from Sirius startled both the occupants of the Hufflepuff table and Ravenclaw.
“Wait, Lima the author, so not Lima the fourth year Ravenclaw chaser? And not Henry Scamander, but -? You’re telling me she sleeps with books under her pillow?” James’ voice was still scratchy from all his coughing.
Marlene stood up and gave him an incredulous look “Really Potter, I thought you had it bad, but this is another level.” Shaking their heads at him, the girls walked out of the Great Hall.
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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