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[uk-based-businesses]

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#Antiques Valuations #Auctioneers #House Clearances somerset #Probate Clearances

[browseawhileantiques]

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During March 2024 Stafford Auctions has a great on line auction running with 500 lots. It will run until 4pm on Sunday the 17th of March 2024. With only 10% Commission and shipping available. Click on any link below for the Estate Clearance Auction.  Stafford Auctions You can see the published catalogue and register to bid. To register for any of our future auctions and to bid just visit Stafford…

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#antiques #arts #auction #coins #collectables #House Clearance #jewellery #kitsch #military #railway #records #retro #sport #vintage

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Thinking About How Eustass Kid would React To His Gf Doing Lucy's little distraction dance (from fairytale) for a mission

Okay so like how do you think eustass would react to reader being on a mission and doing this to distract the target (because i think he'd do wonderful things to his girl, but also being jelly?)

(Pls include oral)

THANK YOUUUU! 💖

Actions & consequences♡

Pairing: Kid eustass x Fem!reader

Synopsis: After your "distraction" for the kid pirates mission, you're boyfriend captain wants to have a word with you

Content: Oral sex, size kink, (click the link in the ask to see what y/n will be wearing), jealousy, deep throating, mainting press, man hanging(?), possessive kid, light aftercare in the end

Word count: 2.7k♡

A/n: apologies in advance if I don't accurately get his character right. It has been a while since I watched one piece, but oof, this man🫣🤭

There was an auction being held by the Celestial dragons. There was a betting on a variety amout of slaves to buy. It was sick. Although this mission wasn't meant to be the hero's crashing this auction to save the slaves and set them free, the people betting had an insane amount of money on them, and that was the goal. To steal it.

Kid leaned against the wall, outside the auction house with his crew extremely annoyed. His arms were crossed, and his finger kept tapping on his arm. "What the hell are y/n and Killer doing in there? They're taking forever," kid said, letting out a heavy, annoyed sigh. "Well, y/n told Killer she had to get dressed before they give us the clearance to rob everyone in there," said one of his crew mates.

Kid raised his brow. "What "dressing" dose y/n need to do for a robbery?" He said and then heard the MC inside the auction house speak. "And next up is this beautiful woman named y/n," the MC said in the microphone, and you practically heard all of the Celestial dragons inside gasp and gush over seeing you. just a few inches above kids head on the wall, there was a window showing inside and kid, as well as other tall crew mates reached to see what was going on.

Kid has assigned you and Killer to be the distraction for this mission, but he didn't know what you two had planned. As kid looked inside, he saw Killer standing beside you, pretending to be the one selling you. Kids' eyes widened once he saw your outfit. Your top was covering just your nipples, dare you move around too much, and your tit will pop out. You had a string like fabric around your waist with a longer piece of fabric covering your front and behind with a thong underneath.

"SHE'S PRACTICALLY NAKID-" He yelled, extremely flustered with a deep blush across his face. His two crew mate covered his mouth and pulled kid back, making them fall backward to make sure they didn't get caught. Killer noticed kid and tried to stay in character for the sake of the mission and kept showing you off to the Celestial dragons.

Kid got back to his sense and went back to look. He watched you showing yourself off by simply dancing. Everyone in the crowd was cheering, discussing how much money they'd spend to buy you and etc. Kid couldn't stop blushing. It's not like he hasn't seen your body before. The thought never crossed his mind that you'd pull something like this. Despite you always dressing casually when you're with the crew.

Kid sulked. He was frustrated that you didn't run this plan by him first, even if it was a surprise, but he also couldn't help himself from feeling jealous. Everyone, especially men who isn't him is seeing too much of you right now, even his own crew mates who couldn't hide their blush from seeing how attractive you look. If it wasn't for the sake of the mission, he would've broken down these walls and dragged you back to the ship.

Once you were done with your dance, the mc began to speak, asking the Celestial dragons to place their bets. Everyone was so caught up in the moment they didn't realize the smoke bombs killer, and you had and threw them on the ground, watching them explode and the entire auction room being covered in smoke. That was the signal for the mission to act now.

The kid pirates storm in, snatching bags of gold coins from the Celestial dragons. You snatched up a few bags, as many as you can carry, but before you could take another, you felt a large hand press on your stomach and pulled you back. You gasped, about to scream before you looked at the hand saw red nail polish. You looked up, holding the bags of money to your chest, and smiled. "It's you," you giggled, seeing the smoke clear for just a moment to see kids face.

"You better be lucky it is me," kid said and took off his jacket and immediately covered your body with it. "We're almost done here. Now I'm taking you back to the ship," he said and picked you up, carrying you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing while carrying a huge back of gold coins in the other hand. As kid began to head out, you saw his frustrated yet flustered expression.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" You grin, teasing him, but kid refused to answer you. "Oh, C'mon, don't be like that." You tried to get his attention as he walked out with you, seeing his other crew mates waiting for you both. "I thought our idea was a good one, don't you think? The perfect distraction. They didn't see it coming." You chcukled, even killer laughing. Kid wasn't having it. He threw the sack of gold coins to killer to hold and then used his free hand to spank your ass in front of the crew. "I'm going to deal with you on the ship," kid said and then turned to killer, pointing at him.

"AND HOW COULD YOU LET HER WEAR THIS!?" He yelled. At this point, you and Killer were both pouting as you both got scolded in front of the crew by your captain. The mission was a success. More money was obtained than the original goal, so with the extra money, the kid allowed his crew mates to go have a treat at the other islands bar and have "a few" drinks. However, your captain had other plans for you in the room you shared with him.

"Kid, I think I should take this off-" you breathlessly said, your hand wrapped around his thick cock. You were laid on your stomach beside him, sucking his cock and your ass more visible and in his reach in this position. Kid ignored your protest and pushed your head back down to continue sucking his cock. "Talking too damn much. Besides.." kid reached his hand to your ass, grabbing it and then, sliding his fingers down to your clothed cunt.

"I like what you're wearing," Kid whispered, grabbed the string of your thong, and let go, letting it slap against your skin. You moaned as you suck his cock, sobbing your head up and down as well as your hand stroking him with each suck. A smug smirk forms on kids face and he chuckled once his fingers when back to rubbing your clothed pussy and felt the moist spot on your thong.

"You're already getting wet. Is it from sucking dick or from having everyone at that damn auction seeing your body and praising you ah?" He asked, sliding the fabric of your thong to the side and teasing his fingers on your bare cunt before shoving his fingers inside. "Which is it, baby? Cause you're so fucking wet I didn't have to even have to ease my fingers in"

Your back arches and your feet lifted up as you felt his fingers thrust inside you. Your mouth tighten around his cock and you kept sucking him, your head bobbing faster and your hand moving down to massage his balls. "Oh fuck. That's it.." kid moaned, feeling your mouth tighten around his length and your hand pleasuring more of him.

"C'mon, I know you can take me deeper. Open your mouth wider baby" kid grunts, bring his other hand to your mouth. His two thick fingers push open your mouth more with his cock still inside to help you take more of his length. "Take more of it. All the way down to the base" he breathed heavy, while finger fucking you.

You let out another moan, now starting to breathe through your nose as you open your mouth wider to go down on his cock, making a soft gagging sound once you felt his tip touch the back of your throat. "Good girl... good fucking girl" kid deeply moaned, his fingers moving away from your mouth to grab onto your hair and his curved cock twitched between your lips. "We gotta keep training this throat more." He said.

Kid gripped your hair more, pulling you off his cock to let you catch your breath. You breath heavy, drool running down your chin and even your saliva covering his cock. You couldn't help but lick your lips at how pretty his wet cock looked while moaning and feeling his finger hit the right spots inside you. "I'm so close. Don't stop~ humph~" you said, going back to deep throating his cock and sucking him off.

"Yeah baby Let me feel it." kid said, feeling your walls clench on his fingers. You continue to slowly go down to the base and back up again. You began to have more control of your gag reflexes but once your mouth went to the base of his cock a third time, you came on his fingers. You started to kick your feet a bit through your shaking orgasm. Kid pulled his fingers out and chuckled at his fingers coated in your slick.

"Alright. Ease up now, " kid spanked your ass. You pulled your mouth off his cock at his demand and gasped. Your saliva connects you to his tip before it disappeared. You looked at him, your face a bit red from deep throating him and your lips a bit puffy and Shiney. "But I didn't make you cum yet" you said, about to jerk him off but kid stopped you.

He easily positioned you and began to take off his clothing. Once kid got between your legs, he pulled down the thong you were wearing and spread your legs apart his his long, heavy cock resting on top of your cunt. "I'd rather cum in here" he said and pulled his hips back to make his cock grind between your wet folds. "You want that?" Kid breathlessly whispered.

You nod your head. You brought the back of your hand to your mouth to cover your desperate moans as you feel just his tip poking up against your throbbing clit. Kid clicks his tounge and began to slap his cock harshly on your clit. "When I ask you a question, when I speak to you, what do you say?" Kid said, now pushing his tip in and out of your hole.

Your mouth opens in a small 'o' shape as he fucks you slowly with just the tip and your hands grip onto the sheets. "Yes, captain. I want that. I want your cum to fill me up" you said through soft whimpers. "That's a good girl." Kid smirked, continuing to tease you even after your begging. "Just listen to how fucking you are" he said, pulling his tip out to slap against your wet cunt just to make you hear the wet pat pat pat.

"Please, please just fuck me~" you whined, your legs trembling and even trying to wrap around kids hips. "Alright, alright," kid smirked for a moment before his eyes shut and his jaw clenched once he put his tip back in and thrust his hips forward, slowly to push his length inside you. "Oh fuck" you gasped, quickly grabbed onto his biceps as you felt full of his cock, rather then his fingers previously.

"Baby, you're so," "big?" Kid raised his brow, tilting his head a bit and smirking at you as he watched you go silent. His hands were at the sides of your head, he's covered over you with his cock inside and you couldn't even hide your face of embarrassment. He knew exactly what you were going to say, and you moaned once he started to thrust his hips. "I know you my big cock" Kid thrusts. "You're lucky I'm even giving it to you. After- fuck. That stupid stunt you pulled today," Kid moaned.

You covered your eyes and let out a groan, mixed with pleasurable moan. "You're still thinking about that? R-Right now?" You annoying asked, stuttering over your words as you moan and wrap your legs around kids' hips. "Yeah. Cause you didn't fuckin run it by me frist," kid grunts and thrusted hard, making your body jerk forward and your tits bounced in his face. "K-kid~" you moaned his name.

"If everyone's gonna see your body like that during future missions, then I should mark what's mine," Kid growled lowly and grabbed your tits. Kid brings his lips to your tits, giving each one a kiss before sinking his teeth in your skin. You squeal softly, feeling his love bites and sucks to your skin and watch as he leaves love bites all over your breasts. He looked at your pout and chuckles.

"C'mon, don't be like this. It's a great idea, yeah?" He said, practically throwing your words back in your face, eailer today, and then starting sucking on your sensitive, harden nipples. "Kid~ M'sorry," you hold onto him tightly as his thrusts begin to get harder. His tip just kissing your cervix with each thrust, and your head tilts back. Kid moans, taking the opportunity to bring his mouth from your tits to your neck and marking you in a more visible spot.

Your mouth opens wide with loud moans ciming out as his lips suck and bit on your sensitive neck. It felt so pleasurable. He was so gentle on your neck, even his love bites on your skin felt gentle despite his hips thrusting faster, more desperate and fucking you more rough. "I feel you getting so tight~" he moaned, kissing a bit rough on your neck.

"Cum for me baby." He whispered in your ear. "I've got you, just cum for me, let me feel it" kid breathlessly said, his thrusting getting faster as he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you in place. Your moans grew Louder, the bed even squeaking as he fucks you in the mattress and your hands placed on his back, your nails digging into his skin from the overwhelming pleasure and even marking him with the scratch marks you were leaving on his back.

You couldn't even announce your orgasm once you came. All you could do was cry out, having teary eyes as you cling onto kid. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good." Kid let go of your waist and grabbed your thighs with his arms and pushed them back. He put you in a mating press and kept fucking you roughly, even after your orgasm.

"Taking it so fucking good baby.~" Kid moaned, his voice growing Louder, getting close to his own orgasm. "I-i want a kiss. Please, please, please," you kept whining, even having tears pour out from your eyes from the overestimating pleasure and your tits bouncing from each thrust he made.

Kid blushed. His face was feeling much hotter than before, and his heart even stopped for a moment. You were just so cute. He couldn't deny what you asked when you acted like this. "You talk to damn much~" he said, bring a hand to your face and cupping your cheek as kissing you, passionately yet sloppy while he fucks you.

You both moaned into each others mouths as you French kissed. His moans turned into soft, deep whimpers as his hips slam to you repeatedly before he made a final thrust and cums inside you. Kid felt your walls squeeze around him again as he shoots his thick load in you. His eyes open to see your fucked out expression and judging by that, you came again.

Kid didn't even need to ask. He already knew. As you and kid catch your breaths, he breaks the kiss and breathes heavy against your lips. His cock throbs, he stayed inside a bit longer until he pulled out. He watched his cum leak down to your hole and began caressed your thighs. "You did good," he said and began to kiss them. "You always do good for me." Kid began to kiss all over you and then held your chin. "Still tired?" He asked, making sure you're ok and kissed your forehead.

"No I'm okay" you smiled at him and held onto his wrist. "Let's go shower and join the others at the bar." Kid said, getting off the bed and picking you up to go with him to the showers.

"Yes captain~"

#one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece #kid eustass #kid eustass x reader

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I was completely unprepared for the interior of this 1990s 5 bd. 2ba home in Jennapullin, WA, Australia. $499K. The description says it was "painstakingly crafted from the ground up by our visionary client who sought to blend the past with the present."  Nah, this is a WTH House.

The realtor says, "Prepare to be captivated as you step into a world where magic and charm intertwine." So we enter. Uhhh. Okay...it's huge, but it does look like a DIY job. There are 14 stunning chandeliers, all sourced from Government House- you can see some of them in the hall.

What is up with the carpeting? It looks like he bought a bunch of area rugs on clearance. Forget the carpet in this house, it's too big for that- just roll it up. The columns are 150 year old dragon columns obtained from Foo Lok Restaurant.

It goes on to say, "the epitome of extraordinary living! If you're tired of cookie-cutter homes and crave a dash of pizzazz, sprinkled with oodles of character, then this property is your dream come true."

I'm speechless. It's gigantic and the ceiling looks like a bowling alley's.  But the pressed tin formerly adorned the ceilings of houses and hotels throughout Perth. So, this is the main living area with kitchen. But, why does it look like the decor isn't secure- the ceiling looks to be peeling off. The phoenixes once graced the dining hall of the Hills Street Chinese restaurant.

Look at the proportion of that exhaust hood to the double sized stove. That's a commercial exhaust, but it's way too big. I kind of like the touch of fancy framing around the windows and the large black tiles.

Now, this could've been elegant, but it's grimy looking, not well crafted, and appears to be falling apart in places.

He tried to make an elegant bath, but everything looks so grubby. Of this, the realtor says, "Picture this: fixtures and fittings lovingly sourced from iconic buildings scattered throughout our vibrant State of WA."

So, he fashioned a double sink, but the counter is just a 2"x4" (see the knot in the wood coming thru?) with gold taps in the wall, exposed old pipe, and ornate metal grates on each side. The floor looks like remnants and the panels don't fit flush around the tub.

More pieced area rugs in the primary bedroom. There's some sort of pattern in the floor under those carpets. Maybe it was some kind of sports facility, but apparently he bought the tiles at auction.

Here's the 2nd bath. Mirror looks like it's shimmed up to be flat against the wall. Don't like any of this, with the possible exception of the floor and tub.

He must've gotten some deal on these rugs.

In this 1/2 bath, he fashioned an unusual sink. Clearly, he doesn't understand the concept of a pair of curtains, b/c the windows all look to be adorned with a single stretched panel.

Here's another bedroom with silk curtains that previously hung in the Melbourne Hotel, hangin' like rags. It all just looks like a real hack job, though. He bought nice stuff, but the execution sucks.

He tried, bought some cool architectural salvage, but he just wasn't able to pull it all off. Here's a cute sink, but what's going on underneath?

Even the pool looks DIY with corrugated metal.

10.29 acres.

The property's pretty messy, though.

There's a creek, too. The whole thing really needs work. Maybe a new owner can make something nice out of it, but it will take a lot of money. To me it looks like a knockdown.

https://www.domain.com.au/406-frenches-road-jennapullin-wa-6401-2018641496

#WTH House #salvaged house #DIY house #houses #house tours #home tour

[english-history-trip]

Valuable works of art steeped in history are often hung in pride of place above a mantlepiece or on the walls of a grand entrance hall. But not so this 400-year-old hidden treasure, which spent decades out of sight, behind the door of a Surrey cottage, before being stumbled upon by an antiques expert during a house clearance of a late collector. 

...

Chris Kirkham, associate director at Hansons London spotted the painting while visiting the property, which was owned by a man, who has not been named, who collected paintings as a hobby. Kirkham commented that he ‘was surprised to find such a compelling portrait hidden away.’ 

He explained that the painting was likely to have been influenced by the Baroque artists Van Dyck and Reubens. Bearing the name Adriaen Verkins, possibly Dutch, the painting is dated 1626, when Charles I (1600-1649) was king of England, Scotland and Ireland. He lavished money on the arts and invited artists such as Van Dyck and Rubens to work in England.

(Note on the article: The subject of the painting is said to be a girl, and the name in the corner the artist's. However, the title reads "Adrian Verkins at age 1"; the sitter is presumably a little boy named Adrian. A quick internet search shows the grave of an Adrian Verkins in the Netherlands from 1704.)

#people see a dress and go Girl Wear Dress #even though toddlers of both sexes wore dresses as recently as the 20th century #and like even if you don't read Latin that inscription isn't that hard to figure out #what artist writes their own name across the top of a painting #the item on a chain is probably a pacifier or teething toy #portraiture #art history #17th century #other articles have stuff like 'a child around two years old' like THE NUMBER ONE IS RIGHT ON THE PAINTING

[kp777]

By Jon Queally

Common Dreams

May 05, 2023

U.S. Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas and his wife Ginni Thomas are under fresh scrutiny as yet another revelation, this one reported by the Washington Post on Thursday evening shows Ginni received tens of thousands of dollars in off-the-book compensation from a powerful right-wing nonprofit shortly before the group "soon would have an interest before the court"—a pivotal voting rights case.

Based on documents reviewed by the Post, right-wing judicial activist Leonard Leo used his role as an advisor to the nonprofit, the Judicial Education Project, to ask GOP pollster Kellyanne Conway, later a top aide to President Donald Trump, to pay Ginni Thomas a large sum but keep her name off the financial records.

"Leo, a key figure in a network of nonprofits that has worked to support the nominations of conservative judges," the reporting explains, "told Conwaythat he wanted her to 'give' Ginni Thomas 'another $25K,' the documents show. He emphasized that the paperwork should have 'No mention of Ginni, of course.'"

"Leonard Leo has written the definition of court corruption. These shady schemes are a call to action to bring about ethics reform at the highest levels of the judiciary." —Kyle Herrig, Accountable.US

In response to the new revelations, Kyle Herrig, president of the public interest advocacy group Accountable.US, said "Leonard Leo has written the definition of court corruption. These shady schemes are a call to action to bring about ethics reform at the highest levels of the judiciary."

In defense of the secrecy of the payments to Ginni Thomas's firm—which according to the Post totaled $80,000 between June 2011 and June 2012, but may have been more overall—Leo said in a statement to the newspaper that it was necessary to keep her name out of any disclosures because of how "disrespectful, malicious and gossipy people" can be in the political sphere.

"I have always tried to protect the privacy of Justice Thomas and Ginni," Leo claimed.

"Each day that passes, the Supreme Court is looking less like a bench and more like an auction house. Thomas should resign immediately..." —Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

Crucially, months after these payments were made to Ginni Thomas, the Judicial Education Project filed an amicus brief in the case Shelby County v. Holder, taking the side of those opposed to a key provision in the Voting Rights Act of 1965. As the Post notes:

The court struck down a formula in the Voting Rights Act that determined which states had to obtain federal clearance before changing their voting rules and procedures. Clarence Thomas was part of the 5-to-4 majority. Thomas issued a concurring opinion in the case, arguing that the preclearance requirement itself is unconstitutional. Thomas's opinion, which was consistent with a previous opinion he wrote, favored the outcome the Judicial Education Project and several other conservative organizations had advocated in their amicus briefs. He did not cite the Judicial Education Project brief.

But progressive political observers said the corruption was impossible not to see—especially given the wave of revelations about lavish gifts and financial arrangements between Justice Thomas and billionaire Harlan Crow, a right-wing mega-donor.

"This is corruption. Plain and simple," said Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-N.Y.) in reaction to the latest revelation. "And each day that passes, the Supreme Court is looking less like a bench and more like an auction house. Thomas should resign immediately and Roberts should see to it that he does."

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#ginni thomas #leonard leo #voting rights act #clarence thomas #kellyanne conway #aoc #u.s. supreme court #corruption #ethics #shelby county v. holder

[jmagnabo92]

To Win A Date

When James' boss decides to do a Date Auction with his players, Sirius does everything in his power to get James out of it, realizing his feelings along the way.

AO3

***

“You’ll never believe what they’re doing for the charity fundraiser this year,” James complains the second he enters their flat.

Sirius glances up at him from his spot on the couch where he’s doing his crossword, amused.  “It can’t be any worse than last year.”

James had complained for weeks about the dance-a-thon competition, where he had to dance with all manner of ladies and gentlemen that really wanted their piece of James Potter, famous Chaser for Puddlemere United.  The rules for the night had been simple – he could dance with anyone that paid the fee to support the fundraiser.  

James had danced with no less than fifty different patrons over the timespan of seven hours and had come home furious that he was nothing more than a dance partner – a pretty piece of meat – forced to dance the night away with the annoying people that paid for his company just to raise money just for his boss’ reputation.

“They’ve decided on a date auction.”

Sirius stops what he’s doing to look up and focus completely on James.  “Like someone buys a date with you?”

“Yes.”

Sirius isn’t too sure that he likes that idea.  In fact, he’s pretty sure that it’d been difficult enough to watch James do the dance-a-thon (although he did manage to give him a break and cause him to dance with Sirius), he doesn’t want to watch him be forced to dress up and play piece of meat number one.  

“Uh, what exactly would this entail?”

“Apparently, I have to write some ‘about me’ thing, then we’ll gather at wherever they want to hold it – where I’ll show off my assets and smile and be charming, and then they’ll auction us off like pieces of meat.  Whoever wins me, gets a date with me to do whatever they want,” James states.

Sirius nearly chokes.  “Whatever they want?  Like would you have to sleep with them if they asked?”

“They said it’s just a date,” James says, rolling his eyes.  “But they pretty much implied that since we’re all single and it’s a good cause that we should do whatever they want.  Provided they paid enough.”

“They can’t expect that from you,” Sirius says, appalled.

“They technically didn’t say I had to do anything other than date the person.  Just one date – although they do have the option for more than one date, depending on how much I go for,” James states, rolling his eyes.

They both knew that James was a high earner.  Had been every time they used him to get money.  There’s no doubt given how attractive he is and what happened at the dance-a-thon that James would be a high-ticket option.

Sirius knows that he wouldn’t be able to deal with James dating someone else even for charity, but how could he go about dealing with this situation?  

Surely, James’ boss will see reason if Sirius points out that one of his players is rather uncomfortable with the idea and he offers all of the money in his vault for donation.  Even if the man is a piece of work.

“Don’t worry, Jay.  We’ll figure something out so you’re not being bought and paid for.”

James scoffs.  “Yeah, sure.  I’m going to take a shower; I feel gross after that conversation.”

Sirius nods.  “I get it.”

***

Sirius waits until the shower is running to hop through the floo after getting clearance from the Woodstone’s house-elf. As with the Blacks, the Woodstones were quite made of money.  Thomas Woodstone probably didn’t even need to do the fundraisers for the team to give to charity (except that he likes using them to build his image into a ‘good guy’, especially after most of his family had been on the Death Eater side of the war).  He lucked out that he’d been out of the country for most of the war and unable to take the mark.  He’d bought Puddlemere just improve his image and make everyone forget about that little tidbit.  After all, everyone loved quidditch.

“Mr. Black, what an unpleasant surprise,” Thomas greets after he’s lead into his office by the house-elf.  

“The unpleasantness is all mine, Mr. Woodstone,” Sirius retorts.  “I’m here because I heard about your next planned fundraiser, and I think you’d be better off changing options.  Perhaps something along the lines of selling sweets?”

Thomas laughs.  “Don’t be daft, Mr. Black.  We both know that after last year, this fundraiser has been in the books.  It’s a great way to make money – especially with our number one player.”

Sirius clears his throat.  “How much would it cost?”

“Would what cost?”

“Don’t be daft – how much money would it take to make the fundraiser disappear?”

“You don’t have enough money in the world.”  Thomas laughs.  “You and I both know that our fundraisers aren’t about the money.  I like being in control.  I like pushing people outside of their comfort zone.”

Sirius frowns.  Of course, he realizes what a sadistic bastard Thomas Woodstone is.  Of course, it’s not about the money.  Of course, it’s about being in control of his players and looking good to anyone not in the know.

“Fine – what can I do to save James from offering himself up on a date for your stupid auction?”

“You could trade places with him.”

Sirius laughs.  “You can’t be serious – that would be majorly suspicious.”

“Well, then, I think we’re at an impasse.  Your friend will simply have to honor his commitment.”

Sirius laughs, again.  James didn’t need this job.  Sure, he loved playing, but he could get on any team he wants, plus, they both have money out the wazoo – they didn’t even need to work.

“Yeah, right.  James could quit – he doesn’t need this job, the way the team needs him.  We’ve got money and he’s got the talent that he could take anywhere.”

Thomas rolls his eyes, “Your posturing is too much for me.”

“What?”

“Do you really think that James didn’t threaten that this afternoon?” Thomas questions.  “He knew what I was intending with this auction, but he, like all of my players, are under contract to complete the fundraisers I come up with until the end of the season.”

“What?  When did he sign a contract that allows you to sell him like a piece of meat?”

“When he signed his deal two years ago,” Thomas states.  “It was in the fine print, and I’m well aware that he won’t be dumb enough to sign another contract with the team after the season is over, so I have to make the most of the contract now.”

He’s trapped.  No wonder James was so furious.  

The smirk on Thomas’ face tells him everything that he needs to know.  Thomas wins this round.  

***

Sirius doesn’t go home.  He knows that he should, but the idea that bloody Woodstone has complete control over James like this makes him furious.  He always hated that man.  He always felt that since he was from a Death Eater family and just got lucky that he couldn’t join them from out of the country that he should rot in hell (well, Azkaban) with the rest of his family.

Of course, whenever he says that, one of their friends constantly tells him that people could say the same for him (as if he was ever into the Death Eater mantra).  Sirius may share the last name, but that means nothing since he never agreed with their rhetoric.  Unlike, Woodstone.

Not that it mattered.  Contracts in the wizarding world are far more binding that in the muggle one.  Thus, he was stuck and needed a drink.

He goes to the Apple’s Orchard, a muggle pub he enjoys, knowing that he wouldn’t be as bothered as if he went to a wizarding pub.  He sits down at the bar and orders his usual – whiskey neat, taking the swill almost as if it’s a shot, and causing the bartender to raise their eyebrows in surprise.

“Rough night?”

“You have no idea,” Sirius states.  

He hates Woodstone with a passion, and on top of that, he’s facing the fact that his best mate will be forced to date someone just for money.  And given that Woodstone clearly hates James, he wouldn’t be surprised if there’s more than one fundraiser like this in the near future.  He’s practically going to whore James out just because he can.  

“Hit me, again.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to talk about whatever’s bothering you?” the bartender, who’s nametag reads ‘Pete’, asks.

Sirius sighs.  “My best mate has … signed up to do this date auction.”  

Sirius can’t explain that James can’t get out of it, or the magic involved, but he can explain that Sirius doesn’t want him to do it and James is second guessing his choice.  Hence a quick explanation about the fundraiser.

“A date auction?  Is he good looking?”

Sirius scoffs.  “He’s gorgeous.  That’s not the issue.  The issue is that he made a deal to do this auction and that he’s second guessing and I don’t really approve of such a thing.  I mean, dating for money, it’s minutes away from prostitution and it feels wrong in so many ways.”

“How?  I mean, he’s single, right?”

“Yeah, he’s single.”

“So, an attractive man giving up an evening to raise money for a good cause – what’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong?” Sirius scoffs.  “What’s not wrong with it?  I mean, he’s going to go on a date for money and I just have to watch him do it.  There’s nothing I can do about it.  And worse, technically it could be multiple dates and then…”

Pete looks like he’s trying not to laugh.  “You sound like you want to be the one on the date with him.”

“What?  No, he’s – we’re just friends.”

“Sure sounds like you’re jealous of whoever ends up on that date.”

“I’m not jealous.”

Pete hums.  “Sure, you’re not.”

“I’m not!”

“Okay, then you should be fine with whoever opts to win his date.  And if you’re not fine with someone other than you winning it – then, maybe you reconsider your friendship.”

Sirius frowns.  He wasn’t jealous – definitely not, but Pete did give him an idea: he could buy James’ date himself, but he had to be careful.  He couldn’t tell James his plans.  He’ll just have to be supportive some other way until the auction and then BAM – get James’ date himself.  

Totally Foolproof.  

***

Sirius kept his plans to himself.  Difficult though that was since James had complained about not being able to get out of the date auction every chance he got for the last two weeks.  

He thought about telling James, but then James might talk him out of it.  He’d probably tease him about coming to the rescue or even maybe, possibly being attracted to James.  Which he isn’t – he’s just being a good best mate.

Or at least that’s what he told himself over and over again whenever he pictured someone else winning James’ date.  

Unfortunately, Pete’s words kept coming to the forefront of his mind whenever he thought it.  Sounds like you’re jealous.  Sounds like you want to date your friend.

But he doesn’t… of course he doesn’t.  They’ve been best mates for ten years, if he fancied James, wouldn’t he have noticed that by now?  

So, no.  He doesn’t fancy James.

“What do you think?” James questions, interrupting his musings as he enters the sitting room looking like Merlin’s gift to men.  

Okay, maybe he is a bit attracted to James, but that’s not the same as a fancy.  He just happens to know that James is attractive, that’s all.

Sirius swallows and clears his throat as he checks him out.   “You look – good.”

“Just good?” James questions as he turns to the mirror in the room.  “I was trying to look a bit better than good.  Woodstone said I had to look like I care.”

“Bloody Woodstone is the worst,” Sirius states.  “But I just – yeah, believe me, James.  He’s not going to be complaining.”

“Does that mean I look better than good?”

“You look like Merlin’s gift to men,” Sirius states, honestly.  

“That’s quite the endorsement coming from you,” James says, laughing.  “But seriously, good enough?”

Sirius nods, “I meant that, you know.  You look unbelievably good.”

“Really?” James asks, looking quite flattered.  “I thought you were just teasing.”

“Teasing can be real, can’t it?” Sirius questions.  “I mean – you had to realize that you’re attractive with all of those men and women that hit on you all the time.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“But it’s not you.  All those men and women hitting on me aren’t the same as you,” James states.  

Sirius wants to ask what he means by that, but before he can, the floo flares.  

James groans.  “Time for this nightmare to start.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad.”

“I can only hope.”

***

The place they chose for the auction was rather expensive, no doubt because Woodstone wanted to invite high money makers so that the auction would go off well and get the attention he wants.  Sirius says goodbye to James as he is taken in by his team, all of whom look about as thrilled to be here as James is.  

Sirius moves to one of the far corners and picks up a program.  He glances over the pictures and bios of the team to the order for team to be auctioned off.

He groans when he realizes that James is last on the list.  He was hoping that he could save them both the misery of not knowing who was going to buy James’ date sooner rather than later.  Instead, he’s going to be on pins and needles all night.  

He sighs.  He needs a drink and a paddle for bidding.  

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes to get his drink and paddle, but as he turns to go back to his far corner, he’s surprised to find that his path his blocked by Woodstone.  

“A paddle, Mr.  Black?” Thomas drawls.  “Thought you’d be against bidding on principle.”

“Maybe I changed my mind,” Sirius counters.  “After all, it is for a good cause.”

“Is that so?” Thomas questions.  “That seems quite odd considering you tried to use your influence to shut down the event.”

“Given that the event is still going to happen anyway, I’d say that clearly I was wrong about it being immoral,” Sirius states.  “Besides, just because I have a paddle doesn’t mean I’m going to use it.”

Thomas hums.  “I know what you’re doing.”

“Do you?”

“I do, and I thought you might do this,” Thomas states.  “Thus, I decided to institute a rule – no close friends or family can bid on their player.  Your bids will automatically be disqualified if you bid on James.”

“There’s no rule like that in the program,” Sirius states.  

“You obviously didn’t turn it over,” Thomas states.

He flips the program over and sees the rules:

1.     All bids are final.

2.     Payment is due at the end of the night.

3.     No close friends or family can bid on their player.

He glances up at Thomas when he finishes reading.  Thomas is smirking at him.

“Enjoy the event, I bet it’ll be much more interesting now,” Thomas states before turning and leaving.  

Damnit.  Sirius should’ve realized how obvious his plan would be.  Now he’d have to think of another plan.  

There weren’t many options.  He couldn’t bid on James himself, but he could potentially come up with an alias and bid as someone else.  The only problem with that is that Thomas would no doubt know what Sirius was up to, and thoroughly investigate whoever bids on James just to make sure that it’s not him.  

He could hire someone, but then, he wouldn’t know if he could trust them.  On the other hand, James was close to Trevor Jones on the team.  A good-looking man who had also been complaining about the date auction.

A quick look around lets him spot Trevor’s brother, Jeremy, looking quite uncomfortable and upset down at the program.  Clearly, he had wanted to do the same for his brother.  It would be perfect.

He makes his way over to Jeremy, and says, “Ready for tonight?”

“Not quite,” Jeremy admits.  “I had a plan to save Trevor from being bought and sold when he doesn’t want to do this, but then I saw this.”

He points at the third rule.  

“He doesn’t even know that I can’t help him out of this.  I’m not sure what to do.”

Sirius smiles.  “I had a similar plan for James, and I was thinking – I could get Trevor’s date, you could get James’ date, and it’s a win-win.  What do you say?”

“That I can’t afford James.  We both know that he’s sure to make a lot tonight.”

“No worries, I can afford James,” Sirius states.  “I’ll give all of the money in my bank account to get James’ date, but I can’t bid on him myself so…”

Jeremy nods.  “Seems like switching who we bid on is a good plan, then?”

“I’m game if you are,” Sirius states.

“Works for me.”

That settled, he says, “I’ll go back to my corner, but good luck.  He’s the last spot.”

“Trevor’s in the middle – make sure you don’t miss him.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

***

Before long, the event starts with Thomas introducing everyone to annual fundraiser, explaining that this year’s fundraiser is a date auction, and reminding everyone of the rules.

“Now, to get us started – we’ve got the lovely Isaac Button.  He’s twenty-two, loves the outdoors and can cook you dinner himself without a house-elf.  Let’s start the bidding at 50 galleons.”

Sirius tunes out.  He doesn’t need to listen to the other players and how much they’re going for.  He only cares about Trevor and James.  He needs this to go well.  He can’t stand the thought that James might go on a date with someone else.  He doesn’t want it.  He wants James for himself.  

Okay that’s a little strong.  Sure, Sirius has come to realize that he fancies James – thank you very much Pete – but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to ask him out or anything.  This is just about saving him from someone who might take advantage of him.  

Nothing else.  

It’s not like he’s going to confess his undying love for his best mate out of nowhere.  

Well, he could but James might freak out.

Before he could wonder if James’ earlier comment meant something about his potential feelings, he hears: “And now, we have Trevor Jones.  He’s twenty-four, an excellent chaser, can play the piano, and knows the perfect places to take you out on the town.  Let’s start the bid at 50 galleons.”

There are a few different people that lift up their paddles and the price goes up and up as two women battle it out before it’s gets to 500 galleons.  At that point, Sirius raises his paddle for 550 galleons.

“I see 550, do I have 600?”

A woman in red, raises her paddle, glaring at Sirius.  

“I see 600, do I have 650?”

Sirius raises his paddle.  Back and forth he and the woman go before he blurts out, “1000 galleons.”

“1000 galleons, going once, twice, sold to bidder number 53.”

Satisfied, Sirius smiles at Trevor, who looks uncertainly between Sirius and Jeremy, but Jeremy’s smiling.  

Good.  One down, one to go.

***

Sirius zones out, again.  He doesn’t need pay attention to the other players on the team or their bids.  He doesn’t really care.  He feels for them, of course, but he needs to focus on James.  James needs him to fix this issue, and he needs to make sure that Jeremy follows through with his end of the deal.

“And finally, James Potter.  Star Chaser for Puddlemere United, he can fly like no other and is every man or woman’s dream date.  Not only is he gorgeous, but he can cook, he can dance, and he’s pretty much good at anything you might want him to do.  Let’s start the bidding at 500 galleons.”

That’s a lot higher than the others, but James still has many paddles in the air.  Thus, the battle has begun.  

Sirius can’t help glancing over at Jeremy, who seems to be waiting until there’s less paddles in the air.  It’s a good strategy.  The same strategy he’d used for Trevor, so he’s not upset, but he is anxious.  

James can’t go to some random person that might want him to do something he doesn’t want to do.  

This is the most intense battle of the night as James’ number is now more than 3000 galleons, and the battle is between a red-haired woman, a blonde-haired man, and Jeremy.  James keeps giving him looks as if expecting for Sirius to step in and end the madness.  

Except he can’t.  He wants to, but he can’t.  

Poor James.

Finally, after ten minutes, Jeremy yells, “5000 galleons.”

“5000 galleons, going once, twice, sold to bidder 45.”

Relief floods through Sirius.  They’d figured it out.  Now, Jeremy could give him James’ date and he could give him Trevor’s.  Although he doubted that they would actually go on a date.  

***

With the event now over, Sirius makes it over to Jeremy.  “Thank you for doing this.”

“Don’t thank me – I did it for my brother more than you and James,” Jeremy states.  “Although I am glad that we’re able to switch with each other.  We should go finalize our dates quickly lest Woodstone make something up so that our plan fails.”

“Good idea.”

They quickly make it over to the booth and settle up, relieved when trading the date vouchers were able to be traded once they were paid for.

“Looks like I got my dream date,” Sirius teases as they walk away and straight into James and Trevor.

“Trevor’s your dream date?” James questions, looking a bit upset.  

“No, I – I couldn’t bid on you, so Jeremy and I traded – you, my deer, are my dream date,” Sirius states, showing him the date voucher.  

James looks thoroughly stunned.  “I am your dream date?  Since when?”

Sirius laughs, somewhat awkwardly.  “It’s just a play on the whole date auction thing.  You know, I wanted to save you the awkwardness of going on a date with someone that might make you do things that you don’t want to do.  This way – you win.”

“I win?”

“Yeah, you were a high earner like expected and you don’t have to play a piece of meat for some stranger that might want you to compromise your virtue.”

“Compromise my virtue?” James questions.

“Well, for 5000 galleons, I expect anyone else would’ve expected far more than a simple date.”

Especially given the way some of those men and women had been not shy about the way they checked him out.  

“5000 galleons?” James asks, surprised.  

Sirius laughs, “You didn’t pay attention?”

“We weren’t allowed to hear the bids,” Trevor states.  “They put a spell on us so we wouldn’t know what we were worth.”

“Wow,” Sirius states.  “Anyway, yeah.  I paid 5000 galleons, and it’s worth every one to make sure that you don’t have to play some piece of meat and compromise yourself.”

“I think I’m going to be ill,” James says, looking a bit woozy.  

Jeremy nudges Sirius.  “We’re good here, why don’t you take him home?”

Sirius nods.  “Yeah, I think I should.  Thanks for your help.”

“No, thank you – I appreciate saving my brother, too.”

“Good.”

He turns to James and says, “Let’s get you home.”

***

As soon as they get home, Sirius gets James into his bed and offers him a potion to help his wooziness.  Once he takes it, James sighs, obviously feeling better.

“There you go, James.  Just relax, everything’s alright now,” Sirius assures him, running a hand through his hair.  

“Do you have any idea of what could’ve happened if I earned that much, and it wasn’t you?”

Sirius barely contains his shiver.  The woman bidding against Jeremy looked quite like she wanted to skip the date and bed James.  It wouldn’t be a surprise given that amount of money that she would have paid to go the length of suggesting such a thing from James.  Something they both had been worried about ever since they discovered the date auction.

“I do,” Sirius states.  “Why do you think I did what I did?  I had the initial plan for me to bid on you myself, but Woodstone thought it through – knew I would do that and added a rule against it.”

“Hence bidding on Trevor for Jeremy and Jeremy bidding on me for you.”

“Exactly,” Sirius states.  “And now you don’t have to worry.  We’ll just have a nice date – dinner or dancing whatever you want and then, you know I wouldn’t take advantage of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” James states.  “Still, that’s a lot of money for us to do what we always do together.”

“You’re worth it,” Sirius says.  “Besides, you’ve already saved me – it’s my turn to save you.”

“That’s what this was, payback?”

“Of course not, but it helps,” Sirius assures him.  “I just – I know how worried you’ve been, and I couldn’t stand the thought of you in such pain.”

James smiles.  “Yeah, I get that.”

“Besides, you would’ve done the same for me.”

“Yeah, I would’ve.”

“Now, get some sleep.  We’ll plan out our date tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.”

***

The next morning was surprisingly awkward, Sirius wasn’t sure why until James says, “You realize that we have to go on a date now, right?”

Sirius hums.  “Yeah, but I mean – it doesn’t have to be any different than one of our normal nights together.”

Of course he wants it to be different – he wants it to be an official date, but he’s not going to say that.  After all, he wouldn’t want James to think he bought and paid for him just because he sort of realized that he maybe fancies James and didn’t want to be all jealous of James going out with someone else like he’d been when he dated Lily – not that he’d ever admit to be jealous of Lily.

It would be a terrible way to start a relationship.  

“Are you sure?”

“Well, yeah, I just got the date to protect you – I mean, it wasn’t, you know.”

“So, you – you don’t really want to date me?” James asks, sounding uncertain.

“Not like this,” Sirius states.  “Not when it was to save your virtue.”

James nods, “Right – of course.  Well, uh, either way, the voucher is for Friday.  We could do dinner, and just hang out.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Good.”

***

Despite everything feeling much more normal over the last week leading up to the date, Sirius finds himself surprisingly nervous.  He had expected that they would go to one of their normal haunts, but James had surprised him with the news that he had to make it a proper date.  Somewhere fancy and intimate.  

Apparently, the voucher had a specific location for the date – one of Woodstone’s restaurants.  Just another way for Woodstone to be in control, Sirius supposes.

It just means this date won’t be one of their normal handouts, but that doesn’t mean that it has to be intimate, right?

Sirius is perfectly capable of being his normal best mate self, even in a much more romantic setting.  After all, it wasn’t a real date.  

A knock at his bedroom door jars him from his thoughts, “Hey, Si, you ready?”

Sirius does a quick look over at himself, he thinks he looks good – he didn’t want to look like he was trying too hard, but he did still want to dress to impress.  Especially if they’re going somewhere fancy and intimate.

He opens the door and jaw nearly drops at seeing James.  He looks even better than he did at that auction.  “Wow.”

James chuckles, “Is that a good wow?”

“Very good,” Sirius grins.  “You look – fantastic.”

James grins, “You don’t look so bad yourself.  Ready to go?”

“Yup.  I’m ready to go,” Sirius confirms.  “Are we taking the bike?”

“Yes, I thought – I figured that we usually do when we go out,” James says, shrugging.

While true, they haven’t exactly been that close to each other since before Sirius realized that he fancied James.  Now, all of a sudden, he’s going to have James pressed up against him in form fitting clothes and … well, he’s not sure what he’s going to feel, but it probably won’t be platonic.  

Still, he can’t say no when he just asked James what he’d prefer, so he’ll just have to suck it up.  It’s not that far to the restaurant.  

“Great.  Let’s go.”

They make their way out of their flat to the bike.  He gets on and waits for James to situate himself behind Sirius.

The second he does, Sirius knows he’s in trouble.  He can feel every inch of James’ body against his back, he can smell James’ cologne – a deliciously, surprisingly forestry scent, and once his arms lock around Sirius’ waist, he can’t help thinking how terribly close his hands are to piece of his body that is uncomfortably reacting to James’ presence.  

This is going to be a long ride.

***

Luckily, they make it to the restaurant without incident.  Sirius managed to focus on the road instead of James pressed up against him, but it wasn’t easy.  

At least they made it safely.  Sirius pulls into a spot and lets out a relieved sigh as James gets off the bike behind him.  

“Are you alright?” James questions, moving so he’s looking at Sirius directly.

“Oh, yeah, of course.  Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, but you’re acting weird,” James states.  

“Weird, how?”

“I don’t know exactly, but you’ve been kind of weird the last few weeks,” James states.  “I thought maybe it was just because I’ve been complaining about the date auction and you were annoyed with me, but it’s been over for a week, and you’re acting even weirder.”

Sirius scoffs.  “You say I’m acting weird, but you can’t name how I’m acting weird?  Seems maybe you’ve misinterpreted something.”

“I haven’t – I know you better than anyone else, Sirius.  I know when you’re acting weird,” James insists.  “What are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing!” Sirius says, a bit too strongly.  

“Fine, lie to me.”  James frowns at him.  “Let’s just get this stupid date over with so that I can get out of your hair.”

Great, now James is angry with him.  

“Jay –”

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me,” James states, angrily.  “You’re my best mate – we agreed to never lie to each other after you had to run away from home, and I had no idea how bad it was there.  And now, you’re doing it again?  I just – I thought after ten years of being my best mate, you’d know that you can tell me anything.”

James has a point, Sirius knows.  It’s just – how do you tell your best mate that you suddenly realized that you fancied him?  

“It’s nothing like that – I promise,” Sirius states.

James is still shaking his head.  “Then, at least give me a hint.”

Sirius groans.  This isn’t going to be easy no matter what he says, but he knows how important honesty is to James.  Especially after that fateful summer night after fifth year.  

“I – it’s embarrassing.”

James laughs.  “You’re rarely embarrassed, Si.”

“It’s – I – I realized that I fancied someone … kind of suddenly.”

James laughs, again, and rolls his eyes.  “Right, like I believe that.”

“It’s the truth, and it’s been kind of hard for me to realize it all of a sudden.”

Rolling his eyes, James scoffs, “Fine, as long as it’s nothing like before sixth year, you can keep your secret.  Now, are you ready for dinner?”

Sirius isn’t sure if he should be relieved or upset that James completely dismissed the truth, but either way, he’s going to have to get through this dinner date with James knowing that James is at least a little bit suspicious of what’s wrong with him.  

He’s not sure what he should tell him, and yet, he takes a deep breath and says, “Yeah, ready.”

***

Sirius isn’t surprised when James barely makes it through ordering their dinners before he asks, “Okay, seriously, what’s the secret?”

Sirius rolls his eyes and tries to ignore the way James’ intense interest in him makes his stomach flutter.  

“Didn’t you just say that you don’t need to know, and I could keep my secret?”

“Did I?” James questions.  “That doesn’t sound like me.”

Sirius gives him a look.

“Oh, come on, since when do you keep secrets?  We tell each other everything.”

“I told you – I realized I fancied someone and that’s it.  There’s nothing to tell.”

“You could tell me who it is.”

“I’d rather not,” Sirius states.  Then he distracts James by mentioning quidditch and the next game, which is tomorrow.

His distraction works – for about ten minutes until their soups come out.

“I can’t believe I fell for your distraction.”

“I can’t believe you think I’m not allowed secrets,” Sirius complains.

“Oh, come on – I’ve told you about every one of my fancies,” James states.  “I gave you all of the nitty gritty details and to be fair, you’ve done the same to me.”

“It’s different this time.”

“How?” James questions, before pausing with his spoon half-way to his mouth.  “Wait, it’s not Woodstone, is it?”

“No, Merlin, no,” Sirius states, appalled.  “As if I could ever fancy a man like that.”

“Good because I don’t think I could live with that,” James says, relieved.  “Now, tell me – who is it?”

“It’s better left a mystery,” Sirius states.  “Now, will you please let it go?”

“Of course.”

Sirius doesn’t quite believe him, but he does allow the conversation to drift into other matters for a bit, long enough for their dinners to come out, but Sirius knew that it couldn’t last.  

“Is it Jeremy?”

“What?  No,” Sirius states.  “I barely know the bloke.”

“Yeah, but he is attractive.”

“No, I’m not into Jeremey, and I thought you said you would drop it?”

“You can’t blame my curiosity.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’?”

“I’m not a cat, Si,” James states.  “I just need to know – is it Trevor?  You did joke that he was a dream date.”

“No!  It’s not him either.”

“What about Scotty?”

“The beater?” Sirius questions.  “Why would I be attracted to him?  He’s gross.”

“Martin?”

“No.”

“Max?”

“No.”

James continues to guess every player on his team, including the reserves, except himself over the course of their dinner, until finally, he says, “I’m running out of players here.  Who is it?”

“It’s you, dumbarse!” Sirius says, way too loudly and surprising himself.

Well, shit.

James looks utterly shocked.  

So shocked that Sirius reads it as utterly disgusted.  

“Oh, Merlin, that was a mistake – I have to – I have to go.”

Sirius rushes off, determined to put as much space between him and James as possible.  He couldn’t believe that he just outed himself to James like that.

He probably just ruined everything they’ve built together.  James’ll probably move out, they’ll stop being friends, and everything good in his life would be gone.  

He vaguely hears James behind him trying to get his attention, but he just speeds up.  He can’t do this right now – it was bad enough seeing that look on his face.  He had to get out of here, take a drive far, far away.  Somewhere James would have no idea about.  Somewhere James wouldn’t be able to follow him.

Maybe he could spend some time hiding out and by the time he came back, James will have forgotten all about it or at least decided that they didn’t need to discuss it.  Or maybe, he’ll be gone.  Yeah, that would probably be for the best.  

Sirius could run away, and James could move out and that’ll be it – the end of an era.

He makes it out the doors and almost to the bike, when he feels someone pulling on his arm and the next thing he knows, he’s all turned around and pressed up against James, whose lips come crashing against his.  

It’s delightful and surprising.  He’d never let himself imagine kissing James, but damn, if he wasn’t a great kisser.  He doesn’t want it to end, but eventually, they both need air.  

“Merlin, that was –” James coughs.  “I know that we have a lot to talk about, but – can we just … continue our dinner date and – and talk about it later?”

Sirius can’t help being hesitant.  He’d just confessed that he was into his best mate, who chased after him and gave him one of the most amazing kisses of his life, and – and now, he just wants to go back to a dinner date that Sirius paid for due to this stupid date auction that started this whole mess?  How does that make any sense?  Then again, considering that he hadn’t intended to blurt it out or kiss James, it was only fair to concede.  He didn’t have to ruin their night together.

“Okay, yeah.  Yeah, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen.”

“No – I don’t want to ignore it, but I – I need time to process,” James states.  

“Process?”

“You just dropped this huge thing on me and yeah, I kind of want to kiss you and forget about dealing with all of these feelings right now, but I – I can’t,” James says, giving him a look.  “I can’t – I can’t risk screwing this up.  I – I need to think things through and at least, we could enjoy dinner together and it’ll … be enough to process and we can talk about it at home.”

Sirius nods.  After all, he’s had weeks to process this.  It’s only fair that he gives James time.  

“Yeah, I – I get it.  Let’s just go enjoy dinner.”

“Good.”

Sirius had expected that the dinner would be awkward after that, even as James leads the way inside, chatting about something that honestly went in one ear and out the other, but it wasn’t awkward at all.

Somehow, by the time that they sat down, again, James had managed to keep the chatter up and he was responding easily enough that it was almost like nothing had changed.  In fact, if Sirius didn’t know any better, he’d assume that it had all been a dream.

A dream with a mind-blowing kiss.  Surprise kiss though it was.  

Sirius couldn’t help thinking about that kiss, even as he and James toss back and forth jokes as if they’d just stepped out for some air.  It was just like any other night, except they’re a little more dressed up and this is technically a date.

Not that Sirius had really considered it a date.

No, that – this was not going to be their first date.  Sirius would want to plan a something a little more them for their first actual date.  

This date is just a practice.  Which means, he should be paying better attention to James and the words he’s saying instead of answering on remote and not really paying attention beyond watching James’ lips wondering if James’ thinking it through would mean that they’d be kissing again later or if James would decide that one kiss was enough.  

Sirius isn’t sure he could handle that, though.  Sure, he’d been thinking of running away but that was before James kissed him.  

James kissed him.  

Clearly, that meant there was some sort of attraction, but was it enough?  Or was James stalling for time so that he could figure out how to let Sirius down easy?

Sirius groans.  Will this date never end?

“Wow, Si,” James states.  “All you to do was say no.”

“Wait, what?” Sirius asks.  He’d completely missed what James asked.

“We were meant to go out dancing after the dinner… I asked if you were up for dancing?”

Sirius coughs.  He’s not sure that it’s a good idea to go out dancing with James, but he’s looking at him so hopefully.  

“Oh – er – yeah, that’s a good idea,” Sirius states.  “We should finish this –”

“Date?” James supplies.

“Non-official, not real technically, date off right,” Sirius states.  “Maybe – practice date?”

James chuckles.  “Practice date?  Interesting idea.  If that’s the case though – that this is a practice date, does that mean I get to mark you?”

Sirius chokes on his drink.  “And what sort of mark would you give me?”

James grins.  “I don’t know – depends on how you do on the dancing.  After all, I carried dinner, and you didn’t pay attention to a single thing I said.”

“I – I … you – it’s not fair,” Sirius complains.  “You just kiss me and then expect me to have dinner and then dancing?”

“That’s what I was promised for this ‘practice date’, so – are we dancing, or do I give you a T?”

“You’d give me a Troll?” Sirius scoffs.  “Did nothing before you forced me to talk count?”

“Fine, fine.  How about you’re at Dreadful, but you can bring it up if you kick arse at dancing?” James offers.  A grin on his face that has Sirius chuckling to himself.

Why did he fancy this man?

“Fine.  I’d be delighted to dance.”

“Good.”

***

Sirius had decided to tease James about how scoring system for their practice date as they finished their dinner and made their way over to the dance club down the block.  He still can’t believe this class A dork is teasing him about being bad at the date, but he could make it better.  

Thus, holding James’ hand during the walk and contributing to the conversation until entering the club where it’s loud and hard to hear.  He leads them to the middle of the club before during around and starting to dance.

He knows all of James’ moves and can’t help teasing him about how much he looks like a dork.  

“I’m a dork?  Like your moves are any better?”

“My moves are way better,” Sirius states as the music changes songs.  

They both laugh and enjoys smiling and dancing for several songs before the song changes to a slow song.  

“Maybe we should take a break, get a drink?”

James shakes his head as he wraps his arms around Sirius’ neck, pulling him close.  Sirius doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around James’ waist, pulling them flush against each other, and leaning his forehead against James’.  He could see deep into his eyes, and those brilliant hazel eyes are so inviting that he’s tempted to kiss him, again.

Deciding to go for it, Sirius presses his lips against James’, causing James to tighten his arms around Sirius’ neck.  

The kiss is far more brilliant this time since he’d been expecting it, and he’s half-convinced that James actually wants to be with him.  He opens his mouth and runs his tongue along James’ lips, and James complies.  

The kiss turns to snogging and Sirius could almost forget the nightclub and the practice date and pretend they’re at home and he could drag him to one of their bedrooms or bugger him right in the sitting room, but suddenly, he finds himself all wet as someone throws a drink on them.

“Get a room!” the drink thrower yells, before going off somewhere so they don’t start a fight.

James coughs.  “Wow.  Wasn’t expecting that.”

“The kiss or the drink?”

“Both,” James admits.  “I did ask to think about it until we got home, but I – er …”

Sirius frowns.  “Oh, do you – er – need some space?  I just thought – with the teasing…”

James smiles at him.  “Let’s go home and talk about it?”

Sirius nods.  “Yeah, yeah, let’s do that.”

***

It doesn’t take very long to get home, even though Sirius is just as distracted by James being close to him as he was on the ride to the restaurant.  

It’s lucky though because as soon as they close the door to their flat before he can even begin to ask how to start this conversation, James is kissing him, again.

It’s hot and passionate and frankly, Sirius wants to carry James off to his bedroom and unwrap him like a present, but they needed to talk about it, so he pushes him back slightly.

“Weren’t you the one that wanted to talk?” Sirius questions.  

James coughs.  “Sorry, I – I know it’s my idea to talk, but I just couldn’t resist.”

“So, then, you – you’re attracted to me, too?” Sirius questions.  

James nods as he moves to their couch.  

“For how long?” Sirius questions as he sits opposite him.

“Remember when I broke up with Lily?”

“That was two years ago,” Sirius states, and James makes a face.

“Yeah, I – er – I realized that I didn’t want to spend as much time with her as I did you, and that you are one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen, and you just have the most kissable lips…”

James moves closer to him, evidently wanting to kiss him, again.

Sirius stops him.  “We can kiss in a minute.  Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I – well – you were dating one of the players from another team, and I signed onto the Puddlemere team with the idea that I stayed single so I’d draw in a crowd and – and I didn’t think you – one of the most eligible bachelors in the country – would want to me, I guess.”  James pauses.  “And I didn’t want to risk ruining what we have.”

Sirius groans.  “I guess that makes sense given that I didn’t either.”

“And I would’ve said something if I thought you were into me, but you – you never showed interest until the date auction came up and I thought – well, you’re always obvious with your plans, so you’d get the date and I’d be able to, you know… feel you out,” James offers.  “I mean, it did work well, right?  You said I was Merlin’s gift to men and – and you were acting weird, so I thought –”

James pauses and searches Sirius eyes.  “You do want to be with me, don’t you?”

Sirius nods, so relieved and happy.  “I do – I do, James.  I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“Good, then, let’s start this relationship off with a real date.  You and me, tomorrow night?” James questions, a happy grin on his face.

“I’d love to,” Sirius smiles.  “But only if I get to spend tonight snogging you.”

“Deal.”

#Prongsfoot #Bambibelle #James Potter #Sirius Black #AU Date Auction #Sirius Black/James Potter

[phynoma]

HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN

As a countdown to Halloween, I'm sharing the original statements I wrote for the Consuming AU! (<<click for ao3 link) The statements function as horror shorts that work on their own, and I'm proud of them, ngl

Without further ado:

Statement 1: The Chocolate Pot

CW: Manipulation, supernatural compulsion, accidental dead-naming, drowning

[Tape clicks on. Head Archivist’s Office]

ARCHIVIST

Statement of Corey Garrett, regarding his discovery of a vintage, silver chocolate pot. Original statement taken August 9th, 2007. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

It was an estate auction that did it.

My cousin, Niamh Flaherty and I, would get out of mum's house by taking our bikes up and down Elvendon Lane. There aren't a lot of turnoffs, and it's one of those narrow, country lanes that seems like it keeps its own secrets. We were lonely, in the way that two young adults in the countryside could be: on the edge of adulthood and the fears of being cast into the unknown, even as we longed for it with all our fledgling desire for flight.

It was the end of summer, and Niamh was visiting from Limerick, and we were terribly bored with country life. Just eighteen, the both of us, and playing at being proper adults. Independant, all that. Both of us had a thing for antiques–though I’ve lost a bit of my taste for it, now–and we were incorrigibly curious.

There's not much that goes on around Woodcote that the whole village doesn't know about, so when Niamh and I saw the lorry at the end of a short drive, nearly blocking the narrow road into town, we stopped. The drive itself was far too small for the mini tipper to navigate; just a blind opening to a gravel track so overgrown it could have just been a path into the woods that would end, like a fairy-path, with no house or sign of humanity in sight.

My parents had moved out to the village when I was at school, and I didn’t know whose house it was that had attracted the house clearance auctioneers like flies to a decaying corpse. All I knew was folks that needed seven tonne lorries were likely old and rich, and that sounded like a magic combination. A proper treasure hunt, you know?

Maybe it was a bit ghoulish, but the idea of a dusty, mouldering house of forgotten and unwanted treasures really got to us–Niamh and me. Like I said, Niamh and I were still pretty young, but I was always impressed with her. She seemed sort of worldly, always got men's attention. She wasn't that pretty, I don't think–well, I mean, I don't know. I'm her cousin, aren't I? But she had a way about her, something that drew people in. I could never figure out if I was jealous of her or if I wanted to be her.

Anyway, watching strangers pack up a lorry with some old, unlucky geezer's worldly treasures might not seem like a good time, but we made the most of it. We made guesses of what was in the boxes, what kind of person they'd been, why they didn't have any family to collect the goods. It was an “adult” kind of fun, nothing kids would be interested in, but now that Niamh and I were grown up we could watch the delivery men carting boxes and furniture down the dusty drive and feel like we were gossiping like real people, real adults did. We were so hungry for a world beyond us.

And there was plenty to gossip about. Crates of old knickknacks and rubbish– porcelain table sets shaped like too-quaint dolls, ratty old tapestries from the 70’s made to look mediaeval and missing the mark– that sort of thing. We sat on our bikes across the lane and kept our eyes peeled for the priceless artefacts we knew we’d spot among all the junk. With our keen, young minds we had a plan that if we did see anything, we’d be the first down at the auction houses and charity shops in Reading to snatch it up. Ghoulish, like I said. But at the time we felt very clever and sophisticated as we guessed at values and made crude but cutting remarks.

We could see a bit of the house from the road–disappointingly normal, all told. Renovated maybe in the mid-90s, one of those monstrosities that was probably a fine thing when it was built two centuries ago and which had been “upgraded” nearly out of existence. We were guessing at how terribly the inside had been refurbished when a woman wearing a cream suit left the front door. For a moment, I could have sworn she looked right at us, down by the road. And she smiled. I don't know how, but I could feel it, like an itch behind my teeth. Then she turned and disappeared behind the hedges and fruit trees that blocked most of the house.

I shook off the shudder that half-imagined smile had given me, and put her from my mind. In any case, Niamh hadn’t seemed to notice the woman. I’d have almost thought I’d made her up, except after a good ten or fifteen minutes she appeared again at the bottom of the lane. She must have walked all the way down, and her cream suit was coated in a fine layer of dust. She held a small crate in her hands.

I don’t know how, but I knew that crate was full of the treasures Niamh and I were waiting to see. I tried to be subtle watching her, but Niamh and I were the only ones on a long, lonely lane, so it was pretty obvious we were gawking. I expected an annoyed glance, maybe, or for the woman to shoo us off. Instead, she looked up. Our eyes met, and I got that weird feeling again, like she was…amused, somehow. It turnt my stomach right over.

I didn’t notice that Niamh had grabbed my arm until later, when I saw the bruises, because I was so focused on that woman. She walked over to us with that little half-smile, the crate still in her arms. She said her name was…I think it was Karen? Karen…something common, I think, but like an old man name. Withers, maybe.

Anyway, she came right up to the both of us and asked if we had known the owner of the house. I don’t remember what we said–if we lied and claimed we did, or what. The answer didn’t really seem to matter. She said the owner had been old and eccentric, and he hadn’t had anyone to leave his belongings to, so they’d been called in. Hope Charities, she said, and pointed at the lorry. There wasn't a name painted on it or anything, but the men doing the loading were wearing white coveralls with B&H on the back. Don't know what the "B" stood for.

She– Karen– showed us the crate. It was open. Inside was a jumble of knick-knacks, exactly the kind of thing you’d expect: a couple of old books with faded dust covers from the 50s or 60s, some miscellaneous silverware, a snowglobe that was nearly opaque from the dissolved snow, a single Skittles pin.

She said it was a box of the things they didn’t think would sell, and offered to let us take anything we’d like. She smiled when she said it, and the smile didn’t match her eyes. Even though it’d been what we were hoping for, I was suddenly uneasy. It didn’t feel like we could say no. I wanted, desperately, to say no. I think I hoped Niamh would do it for me.

Niamh took a book–at random, I think–and I picked up a tarnished chocolate pot. I had half a mind that I could give it to my mum as a birthday gift, with a bit of polish. Karen nodded like I’d made a good choice and gave me one more of those little half-smiles. It reminded me of a crocodile, somehow.

“Enjoy,” she said, and brought the crate back to the lorry to be packed away.

Niamh and I went home after that. There wasn’t much more for us to do, really. We laughed about it, about how we thought we’d been in trouble. Niamh said I must have charmed her with my wicked good looks–but Niamh was always the charmer, and she didn’t seem to realise I didn’t have her way with people.

She showed me her book. It looked like it’d been a library book at some point, and the dust cover was a bit torn. It had one of those generic, oil-painted landscapes as the cover art, of a circle of grey-green mountains with a blue-grey sky behind. It was called A Very Windy Day, and I didn’t know what possessed Niamh to choose that over everything else in the crate. When I asked her, she shrugged and said it reminded her of something.

In the end, I was rather proud of my chocolate pot, and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to shine it up with some of my mum’s old Wright’s jewellery cleaner. Niamh settled down with her book–I don’t know if she was actually that interested in it, but after my teasing she made a point of reading it in front of me. She even read a bit out loud–something about big spaces and the ever-expanding entropy of the universe. It was way more dry than I expected, and it made me feel sort of funny and small, so I told her to read to herself.

The chocolate pot shined up nicely, though it took a good deal of time. By the time I looked around to ask Niamh something, she had left with her book–probably to get away from the smell of the cleaner. I was a little miffed that she hadn’t said anything to me; but then again, I had been rather focused.

I cleaned the inside of the pot, and noticed that it was in good shape but had some strange scratches on the inside, like someone had gone in with a wire scrubber at some point in the past. The scratches weren’t deep enough that I was concerned it would be unsafe to drink from, and I resolved to make some tea in it, just to try it out.

I steeped a few bags of breakfast tea directly in the pot itself–after all, if the thing was to be used for brewing chocolate, it shouldn’t have any sort of flavour itself, and there was no point in putting hot water from the kettle into the pot and then pouring it over bags from there. But when I poured the tea into my cup, it was almost black, and thick as mud. It had a strong, earthy aroma that wasn’t unpleasant– a bit like a very strong, very unsweetened cocoa.

This was rather off-putting, but I figured to myself that perhaps I hadn’t cleaned the inside of the pot as much as I’d thought, and the hot water had now cleared it out. The vaguely-chocolate-like scent could be from years of accumulated grime, for all I knew. I poured out the rest, washed out the remainder, and tried again.

The second steeping, the stuff was a little thinner, and the aroma thick but sweeter. Perhaps, I thought, the boiling water was doing its job to scrape out the inside of the pot. I poured it out again and resteeped it a third time. This time, the liquid was a warm, golden brown, like a well-sweetened and milky cocoa mixed with cinnamon or turmeric. It smelled mouthwatering.

I realised, belatedly, that I hadn’t added the teabags at all, and couldn’t help but wonder if that had been the reason for the odd black sludge the first time. Whatever the reason, the fact was now that this chocolate pot was a more exciting find than I could have ever hoped for in my attempted grown-up adventure-seeking. I allowed myself a bit of childish delight, that I had something truly special.

Of course, I wasn’t a fool– I wasn’t about to start serving this mysteriously appearing chocolate to my family without some more research. I did some internet research and found very little in the way of magical chocolate pots or cursed items. There was absolutely no record of regular chocolate pots creating chocolate from hot water, although there was plenty about cast iron and other sorts of well-seasoned kitchenware, and some tales of Chinese clay teapots being used for so long that one only had to pour in hot water to get tea.

This seemed unlikely for my silver pot, but I clung to the idea that there was at least some reasonable explanation. I would have even taken a reasonable supernatural explanation–anything that meant I wasn’t simply going mad. And, just in case I was somehow hallucinating the sight and smell of the chocolate, I figured a few other senses were necessary.

For some reason, it was very important to me that I was alone. The childish feeling was stronger; that I had something special, something precious, like a stuffed animal worn to an inch of its life. I wanted to test the chocolate pot in privacy, in a little tent of my own making, someplace dim and close and warm. I imagined sharing chocolate with Niamh like we had as children in a fort made of cushions and blankets, our small hands wrapped around second-best china, in a small, dark world of our own. Safe. Intimate.

I locked myself in the bathroom and climbed in the tub, pulling the curtain around me in as much of an approximation of a fort as I'd allow myself. I poured myself a new cup of chocolate and dipped my finger into the liquid. It was pleasantly warm, not boiling, and thick and silky smooth. I rubbed it between my fingers, marvelling at it, and then without thinking I licked it from my fingers.

It was delicious, just as rich and sweet and full as it smelled. Emboldened, I took a sip directly from the cup. Flavour exploded over my tongue, rich and complex and very clearly chocolate. I finished the cup within minutes and poured another. I was starting to rethink my idea to gift the chocolate pot to my mother, when I could just as easily share its contents with her but keep the pot to myself.

I refilled the pot only once with more water–which I got straight from the bath tap– and looking back, that should have been an alarming sign. At the time, I was simply amazed at how the flavours seemed to change with every cup, perfectly setting off the previous so that each was distinct. It was impossible to tire of, and it seemed to spread through my stomach and then my whole torso and limbs like a good scotch.

I was feeling pleasantly warm and buzzing when Niamh returned. Again, I didn’t hear her come in through the door, but she was suddenly there, in front of me, asking what I was doing. I hesitated, wondering if she would want a cup. Dare I share my magic? Of course, I decided, with a warm, happy surge of devotion. How wonderful, to share in the chocolate pot! How lovely, to be embraced together in such a remarkable creation! It occurred to me that everyone was deserving of such a gift. Perhaps I could sell it. Even better, I could give it away. I could open my home to any and all and share this incredible, magical drink that tasted like the very essence of comfort!

But first, I wanted to share it with Niamh. I wanted to capture a bit of that childhood we'd been so fierce in pushing away. I invited her into the tub with me, my sanctum, my fortress.

It was then that I noticed how distant Niamh's eyes were–as if she were in the room with me, but not. I felt as if she were looking at me from the other end of a very long tunnel, like a mineshaft. She stood in a square of light, while I crouched safe and warm and hidden in the dark. It pressed around me. It was deep, fathomless, but the pressure was comforting. It was the darkness of the womb, of a mother's arms who would never grow too frail, would never turn away. There was no need to fear growing old, there. It was a place where we could huddle in the dark and drink chocolate and always be children.

By this point, it felt as if the chocolate was in my very blood. Its thickness coated the inside of my oesophagus, my mouth. In a slurring, muffled voice, I offered my cousin a cup of the magical liquor. She refused, her eyes still empty.

I felt a surge of despair that she should be so far from me, when all I longed for was closeness. I took Niamh's hand, and when she tried to pull away with a cry of anger, I simply wrapped my arms around her instead.

For a moment, it felt as if I were holding a thousand stars in my embrace–or a million dandelion seeds, about to be blown away by a breath of wind. Niamh wiggled in my embrace and then, all of a sudden, slumped against me. As I hadn’t anticipated this, I could only lower her as slowly as I possibly could to the ground, where she lay curled and sobbing. Her face was a mask of fear and anguish. She draped over the tub, spilling the pot over. Dark liquid poured from it, thick and endless, clogging in the drain and slowly rising.

I righted the pot and handed her a cup of chocolate. This batch was dark as a moonless night and it smelled bitter and woody, but it was still obviously chocolate. When Niamh trembled so much that she would spill it, I helped tip it into her mouth.

At once she became still and quiet. Her eyes were wide and very dark, and she stared at me as if she had seen unknowable horrors.

I drank the rest of the cup, as she seemed uninclined to finish it, and felt the bitterness prick through me like deadly nightshade. My head swam. For a moment, I was drowning. My mouth was filled with thick nectar, and it ran down my front in muddy rivers. My eyesight blurred.

For some reason, my only thought was that I had something in my throat, and that the solution was clearly to wash it out with more chocolate. I poured another cup with shaking hands and slipping gaze, and when I spilled it I simply raised the chocolate pot and poured the sweet liquid directly into my mouth.

There was no end to the flowing chocolate, and for a moment I had a vision of the chocolate continuing to pour, and pour, until it flooded the room and down the street. I imagined the faces of the village as they saw the approaching wave, surprised and then delighted. I pictured them licking their hands like I had, or scooping up teacups full of the stuff to fill their own, hollow bodies. Like a children's story, a fairytale. All was innocent and sweet again, simple. I could save the world with my chocolate pot. All I had to do was keep pouring.

I could imagine how it would sit in us like ballast, thick and choking and so full that no one would ever have to feel loneliness again. To be embraced, inside and out, in thick, sweet nourishment. It was horrible. I had never imagined anything better, or worse. If I’d had any air left in my lungs, if the chocolate wasn’t already pouring from my mouth in an endless fountain, I would have screamed and not stopped. I sobbed, for the fear that I might never reach the beautiful image in my head, the promise of an endless, close embrace.

I felt arms around me, and then Niamh was trying to force the stuff from my stomach, my lungs. I coughed and choked and only managed to let more of the chocolate fill in the last bits of air I had. I was drowning in it. No, that's not right–it was swallowing me. I lay back in the tub that was slowly filling with chocolate and knew it would be my tomb.

I saw, rather than felt, Niamh’s hands pound against my chest. The tub could be our tomb, if only Niamh would join me. I tried to grasp her hand, to pull her into the warmth with me, but the chocolate coating my hands was too slick and she pulled away.

I wailed for her. My consciousness slipped. I was sinking into a deep, black pit of primordial warmth, and I knew I would never escape.

Except…well, I did, didn’t I? I’m still not completely sure how. I think Niamh did it, somehow.

I woke in my bed, with a horrible pressure headache, and Niamh at my side. I could have sworn, in the moments before I woke, that I heard her reading aloud to me–though I can’t recall the story, I do have a vague memory of her setting aside that little hardcover book she’d taken from the crate when I woke.

She explained that I had fallen asleep in the bath, of all places, and nearly drowned. I asked about the chocolate pot, and she seemed confused for a moment. I reminded her about the house, and the crate, and her eyes lit up. She brought to me a small, silver teapot and claimed that this was the thing I had chosen.

I was so tired that I hadn’t the energy to argue with her, and simply decided to ask about it more when I woke again. By the time I did, I could hardly recall what the original chocolate pot had looked like, and I couldn’t truly confirm whether or not the teapot she showed me was the one I had taken from the crate.

Niamh left at the end of that summer, and besides a few emails, we’ve mostly lost touch. It’s too bad, because we were very close once and I have a strange feeling that something that happened that summer contributed to her distance. She moved to Switzerland, I think, to be a ski instructor.

I gifted the silver teapot to my mum after all. She adores it, and it makes very good tea. But sometimes, whenever I’m drinking something, I get a thick, sweet taste on the back of my tongue like the finest of chocolate.

Statement ends.

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

If I’d read this a year ago, I’d have dismissed it out of hand. It's exactly the kind of urban legend I'd expect would flood the shelves. But perhaps The Magnus Institute is a far less interesting or gratifying audience for such creators of tall tales than the usual, hungry internet forums.

(sigh) Nevertheless, there are a few details of note.

[Paper flips]

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

(clears throat) Hm, excuse me, it seems that–Cora Garrett has not suffered any long term effects from her experience.

(to self) Note to self, re-record the intro of the statement using the correct name and pronouns.

(aloud) From the preliminary follow-up, it seems like Cora spent a few days in the hospital to get rid of what appeared to be a sudden case of pneumonia. No police report was ever filed, and we've had difficulty tracking down any relations to the original owners of 15 Elvendon Lane, assuming that number 15 was, indeed, the correct house. It was certainly the only house on auction around the correct time. It seems to have been renovated by the new owners, and there are no pictures online of the original house to try and match to Cora's description.

Karen Withers, or Smithers, or whatever her name might be-- the auction agent-- does not seem to exist–either in the Reading area or beyond. I am exceedingly curious to know who and what she is, or if she even exists. For all we know, she could be an invention of Cora and her cousin to explain away an adolescent break-in, or a hallucination like that of a (heavy sigh, dry) overflowing chocolate pot.

The most interesting piece of this statement, to me, is of course the reference to A Very Windy Day. The details are vague, but it could very well be a Leitner, and if that's the case I–

[Door opens]

ARCHIVIST (CONT.)

Ah. Martin.

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[julietookoff]

February 2023 Tour

So some of the maintenance we did on our 11 year old RV:  replace part of a rotted slide-out floor, paint the yellowed ceiling fixtures, get front seat covers, a new driver’s side window, install a microwave over-the-stove, replace the 2 house batteries, "new" mattress and just scrub and touch-up everything.  We took it to Henkel's RV Sales August 9, knowing it was off-season for RV sales. . . it is still there!  We were hoping it would sell around the time of the big RV show in Tampa, but that's been a few weeks ago. . .  It’s still in good shape; as Shorty said, “Nobody’s got any money now.”

Closing on our house was July 22, 2022.  We found a G.E. dishwasher at an outlet store in Clearwater, a G.E. stove at an estate sale, and fridge, washer and dryer at Lowe's.   By the time we got the mattresses, shower curtains, and things you need to live, our first night in the house was July 29.  We still had to commute to Holiday to finish working on the RV at our tired senior pace.  We decided we're going to die here, because we're too old to move again. . . we were so worn out.  But dang, we're loving it here!

We continued commuting (about 35 miles each way) to see Shorty most weeks; a few times he came up to see us at the house.

The first two things I cooked in the new house were sheet pan chicken/taters/ corn on the cob and chicken parm on the sheet pan.  After 10 years with an RV oven, I had a heuge two-shelfer and two giant sheet pans I had been dying to use.  I had been collecting recipes from Julia Pacheco, my fav You-Tube home cook, for about a year.  To Corny's (and Bob's) delight, I have been cooking up a storm!  I also started a little canning.  I have wanted sodium-free beans for a long time - and the pressure canner takes them from dried, right outta the bag to squishy soft in 40 minutes.

^stuffed Manicotti

Corny watched and I re-watched Breaking Bad on one of the many TVs we've found in storage auctions.  This one came with a guest subscription to Netflix.  We watched "Better Call Saul".  He was Corny's favorite character.  I've always loved Bryan Cranston.  Then we watched all the Jurassic Park movies.

Here's a little tour.  The walls are a very light grey; flooring is grey vinyl:

^This is where I have my oatmeal with Piggie and Poco

Master bed and bath:

Life of Christ cross - all the little boxes were delivered to Shorty's house over the past year and accumulated in storage.  It was like Christmas, opening them all up and displaying them!

Bedroom 1, Den and bath 2:

Poco got a cute little 2' fence surrounding the patio.  Corny doesn't worry so much about him wandering away now.

Backyard visitors:  flock of 6 wild turkeys, pond turtle  

Fledgling woodpecker chatted with me and clung to my leg for several minutes when I went to pick up my bedside dresser.

Without gutters yet, when hurricane Ian headed our way in September, we made two trips to a county park to fill sandbags.  Some young, energetic people took pity on us old, slow-moving, moaning people and helped us haul the heavy bags to the Jeep.  Corny made a few bucks selling flashlights and lanterns he had gotten on clearance months ago, thanks to Ian.

In November I did a big 2-week Georgia county run.  I only got the Jeep stuck once, in mud covered by leaves.  A Lumpkin County Sheriff had me out within minutes.  I have about 1/3 of GA counties to visit:

On Thanksgiving Shorty brought Bob up to the house.  They arrived at 5pm; the turkey finished at 7:30pm.  I made real gravy for the first time in decades.

Corny had some kidney procedures in November, then found himself in the hospital for an infection in December.

Shorty told us on Dec. 1 he was moving "up north".  He heard rumors that Hyundai was hiring contractors to do his job so he promptly took his 3 weeks vacation.  When he went back to see if he was on the schedule, they were like "Who are you?".  He had worked there 10 1/2 years.  We were so glad they did what we couldn't - kick him in the pants so he would get a better job.  The little shit decided to move to Elkhart, Indiana to be able to afford a house of his own.  We miss him - my life has certainly changed.  I would plan all week what to bring him or ask him or tell him.  But we are very happy for him to be out on his own and experiencing real freedom for the first time.  He left for Elkhart Dec. 3 so now we just text.

We didn't have much notice, so Christmas was basically cancelled.  We went to Buffet City on Christmas Eve.   I made 4# of candied pecans to send up north and give to the neighbors and Liam - Shiloh Builders' Number Two.  They are building a house right next door which Chick, the owner of Shiloh, is going to live in part time.  They are using the garage as their office.  

I threw a tapestry over the TV for Christmas.

Corny scored a home run and got me a Kitchen Aid accessory that peels, cores and slices an apple all at the same time!  I made my first apple pie since I was 20-something years old.  I was always too impatient to peel apples.

We continue going to storage auctions.  The latest score was an entire tub of Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon cards.  I went through them all to check for the big buck$ cards.  There weren't any.  When I get back from BamaRama (GC9TB1Z) I will list them on Facebook Marketplace for prolly $20/box.  

Life is Godd!

We fit out.

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Antique Hunting: Where to Find the Best Deals During House Clearances

For avid antique enthusiasts, there's nothing quite like the thrill of the hunt – scouring flea markets, estate sales, and auctions in search of hidden treasures. However, one often overlooked source of valuable antiques is house clearances. These sales offer a unique opportunity to uncover rare finds at bargain prices. In this blog, we'll explore where to find the best deals during house clearances and how to maximise your chances of striking antique gold.

Estate Sales

Estate sales are a treasure trove for antique hunters, offering a diverse range of items from furniture and artwork to collectibles and jewellery. Keep an eye out for advertisements in local newspapers or online listings for upcoming estate sales in your area. Arriving early is key to snagging the best deals, so be prepared to queue up before the doors open.

Online Auctions

In recent years, online auctions have become increasingly popular for buying and selling antiques. Websites such as eBay, Etsy, and LiveAuctioneers host a vast array of antique items, often at competitive prices. Take advantage of advanced search filters to narrow down your options and focus on items that match your interests and budget.

Local Auction Houses

Many auction houses regularly host house clearances as part of their sales events. These auctions can be a goldmine for antique hunters, offering a wide selection of items ranging from everyday household goods to rare collectibles. Attend previews to inspect the items up close and set a budget to avoid overspending in the heat of the moment.

Flea Markets and Car Boot Sales

Flea markets and car boot sales are popular destinations for bargain hunters seeking vintage and antique items. While the quality and authenticity of goods can vary, these markets often yield surprising finds at affordable prices. Arrive early to get first pick of the merchandise and don't be afraid to haggle for a better deal.

Word of Mouth

Sometimes, the best deals are found through word of mouth. Network with fellow antique enthusiasts, join online forums and social media groups, and attend antique fairs and conventions to connect with like-minded individuals. Sharing tips, recommendations, and insider knowledge can lead to valuable opportunities and hidden gems.

By exploring these avenues during house clearances, you'll increase your chances of finding the best deals and adding prized antiques to your collection. Remember to approach each sale with an open mind, a discerning eye, and a willingness to hunt for treasure in unexpected places.

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Shopping for Luxury Jewelry Online: A Guide to Finding Your Perfect Piece

When it comes to purchasing luxury jewelry, the convenience and variety offered by online shopping have become increasingly popular. With just a few clicks, you can access a wide range of exquisite pieces from renowned brands and designers around the world. However, shopping for luxury jewelry online requires careful consideration and attention to detail to ensure you find the perfect piece that meets your expectations in terms of quality, style, and authenticity. Visit this website fore more details about luxury jewelry.

One of the key factors to consider when buying luxury jewelry online is the reputation of the retailer. Make sure to purchase from reputable online stores or official brand websites to ensure the authenticity of the piece you are buying. Look for customer reviews, ratings, and certifications that can vouch for the credibility of the seller. Additionally, check the return and authenticity policies of the retailer to ensure you have recourse if the item you receive is not as expected.

Before making a purchase, it's essential to educate yourself about the different types of metals, gemstones, and quality indicators used in luxury jewelry. Familiarize yourself with terms such as carat weight, cut, clarity, and color for gemstones, as well as the quality of metals such as gold, silver, and platinum. Understanding these factors will not only help you make an informed decision but also ensure you are getting a piece that meets your standards of quality and craftsmanship. Click here to learn more about Giving Gems.

When browsing for luxury jewelry online, take the time to compare prices across different retailers to ensure you are getting the best deal possible. Keep in mind that prices can vary widely based on factors such as brand reputation, design intricacy, and the quality of materials used. Look for sales, promotions, or clearance items that can offer significant savings without compromising on the quality of the piece. Additionally, consider exploring pre-owned luxury jewelry websites or reputable auction houses for unique finds at a lower price point.

In conclusion, shopping for luxury jewelry online can be a rewarding experience if approached with caution and attention to detail. By purchasing from reputable retailers, educating yourself about quality indicators, and comparing prices diligently, you can find the perfect piece that will bring joy for years to come. Whether you are looking for a statement necklace, a dazzling ring, or a timeless pair of earrings, the world of luxury jewelry is at your fingertips on the internet, waiting to adorn you with elegance and sophistication.

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The Comprehensive Guide to House Clearance

House clearance is a process that involves systematically decluttering and removing unwanted items from a property. Whether you're preparing for a move, settling an estate, or simply seeking to reclaim space in your home, effective house clearance can be a transformative and rejuvenating experience. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the key aspects of house clearance, including its importance, methods, professional services, and eco-friendly practices Asbestos Removal.

The Significance of House Clearance:

a. Creating Space: Over time, homes tend to accumulate belongings that may no longer serve a purpose. House clearance is a proactive step toward creating more functional and organized living spaces, allowing for a fresh start and renewed energy within the home.

b. Moving Preparation: House clearance is often a crucial component of moving preparations. By decluttering before a move, you not only reduce the volume of belongings to be transported but also ensure a smoother and more efficient relocation process.

DIY House Clearance vs. Professional Services:

a. DIY Approach: Some individuals opt for a do-it-yourself (DIY) approach to house clearance. This involves sorting through belongings, deciding what to keep, donate, or discard, and handling the removal process independently. While DIY can be cost-effective, it requires significant time, effort, and physical labor.

b. Professional House Clearance Services: Professional house clearance services offer a hassle-free alternative. Companies specializing in this service provide trained personnel, appropriate equipment, and efficient processes for clearing out homes. This option is particularly advantageous for those with time constraints or large-scale clearance needs.

Sorting and Organizing:

a. Systematic Approach: Whether you choose a DIY or professional approach, a systematic method is crucial. Begin by categorizing items into groups: keep, donate, sell, recycle, and discard. This helps streamline the decision-making process and ensures a thorough clearance.

b. Sentimental Items: House clearance often involves dealing with sentimental belongings. It's essential to approach this aspect with sensitivity, allowing adequate time to make thoughtful decisions about items with emotional value.

Sustainable Disposal Practices:

a. Recycling and Upcycling: Adopting eco-friendly practices during house clearance is becoming increasingly important. Items suitable for recycling or upcycling should be directed to the appropriate facilities, minimizing the environmental impact of the clearance process.

b. Donations: Many items, such as clothing, furniture, and household goods, can find a new home through charitable donations. Local charities and organizations often welcome contributions, allowing your unwanted items to benefit others in need.

Hazardous Waste Disposal:

a. Safe Handling: Certain items, such as electronic waste, chemicals, or bulky furniture, may require specialized handling and disposal. It's crucial to identify and handle hazardous materials responsibly, ensuring compliance with local regulations.

b. Professional Assistance: For the disposal of hazardous materials, seeking the expertise of professional clearance services is recommended. These professionals understand the legal and environmental considerations involved in handling and disposing of such items.

Selling Unwanted Items:

a. Online Platforms: Consider selling items that still hold value through online platforms. Websites and apps dedicated to buying and selling second-hand items provide a convenient way to connect with potential buyers.

b. Auction Houses: For valuable or antique items, auction houses can be a viable option. Professional appraisers can assess the worth of items, and the auction process allows for competitive bidding, potentially maximizing returns.

Importance of Planning:

a. Timely Planning: House clearance is most effective when approached with a well-defined plan. Establish a timeline for the clearance process, considering factors such as moving dates, property sale timelines, or any other relevant deadlines.

b. Coordination with Other Services: If house clearance is part of a larger transition, such as a move or property sale, coordinate the clearance schedule with other services involved, such as moving companies, real estate agents, or legal representatives.

Professional Estate Clearance:

a. Estate Clearances: Estate clearances involve the comprehensive clearing of a property, often in the context of settling an estate. Professional estate clearance services specialize in managing the complexities of these situations, providing a tailored approach to address the unique needs of the estate.

b. Sensitivity and Respect: Dealing with estate clearances requires a high level of sensitivity and respect. Professional services understand the emotional challenges involved and approach the process with empathy, ensuring a smooth and respectful experience for all parties involved.

Transforming Spaces, Simplifying Lives:

House clearance is more than a practical necessity; it's a transformative process that can rejuvenate living spaces and simplify lives. Whether you embark on a DIY clearance journey or enlist the services of professionals, the key is to approach the process with intentionality, sensitivity, and a commitment to sustainable practices. By decluttering, organizing, and responsibly disposing of items, you not only create a more harmonious living environment but also contribute to a positive impact on your community and the environment. Ultimately, house clearance is an opportunity to streamline spaces, making room for new possibilities and a refreshed outlook on the spaces we call home.

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[wintersongequine]

Chapter Eight - Leap of Faith.

28th of July.

"You're cleared for takeoff." My physio said, grinning broadly as she typed away on her computer.

The pun made me roll my eyes but I was grateful for it, my mood had been at a real low point ever since Luna died, and I managed a weak smile.

I thought I would be happier to hear the news that I was allowed to jump horses again. It was, after all, what I loved most and what my career was focused around.

"Are you okay?" She asked, touching my arm.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm okay. I lost one of my horses last week and I was just thinking about her."

She nodded sadly and I got up to leave.

"We'll have a couple more sessions and then I'll see you every now and again for follow ups, okay?"

I smiled.

I stopped for a burger at a drive through on the way home and sat in the car park watching an auction I would have gone to. Foals of all shapes and sizes were the main focus but as I scrolled through the catalogue, I saw a couple of older horses that caught my attention.

A dark bay gelding, five years old.

A chestnut mare, ten years old.

Both went through the auction and both barely met their reserves.

When a beautiful Palomino mare came striding into the ring, I felt my heart leap into my throat.

She pulled the lead cleanly out of the handler's grip and went pelting around the arena, jumping a barrier in the meantime with a solid half a foot clearance.

An eight-year-old mare with more stamps in her passport than myself, imported from America and then sold at a busy auction.

She jumped the barrier again and, after bring caught, jumped the free jump with grace and talent.

"Bidding starts at..."

--

I don't know what made me do it, whether it was the good news I had recieved or the feeling she had given me but I didn't just bid on her once, I bid on her again and again, just meeting her reserve and then adding a little more. I was in a bidding war with someone I knew, who was sitting in the auction room by himself, the owner of a stud where if she went to him, wouldn't be ridden.

So I bid until he didn't and won.

I started at the win for a while and then sent a text to Andy.

"I just did something."

He called me, sounding worried until I told him I had been watching the auction.

"You know the Palomino that just went through?"

"You didn't."

"I- I did."

Andy laughed and I gave a reluctant chuckle in return.

"Looks like you have yourself a project and a half. Pretty sure I have a friend at that auction who can drop her off on the way past. Hey, check out the second to last horse in the calendar."

It was a bay and white tobiano stallion, six years old and 16.2hh.

"Oh I like his breeding. Monet always produces good horses even as a private sire. What do you think?"

But a message popped up on my phone before Andy could reply, it was W and he was also watching the auction from his parents' house.

"Check out the stallion coming up. I really like him and I know you're watching the auction right now."

I told Andy as much and he chuckled.

"You two are like peas in a pod, you know. Go for it."

I bid, and I won.

Two horses in one night.

"I'm going round the drive through again and getting myself an ice cream for that, once I've paid of course."

--

The excitement of winning two horses in one auction had mometarily overshadowed the news that I could jump again but this was back to the forefront of my mind the following day, when I was leading Soul in from his field, ready for some work in the arena.

Soul only did some real jumping every two weeks or so, with most of his regime consisting of lunging, polework and gymnastic exercises, as well as plenty of hacking and time spent in the field. Andy or one of the working students had taken this job on but, now it was my turn.

I had done some cross-poles and a little upright without telling anyone, mostly on Life and sometimes on Moon.

I patted Soul's neck as we walked. He liked to keep in step with me, stretching a little and sometimes looking up. Running around in the field usually make him sleepy but, I knew as soon as he saw the arena, he would come alive. He was patient with me while I picked out his hooves and brushed his mane and tail and started on his body.

It wasn't until I got round to his face did I realise I hadn't even tied him to the hook. His rope was just draped over it.

"You really amaze me sometimes." I said, kissing his soft nose and tying the rope properly.

Though I knew he would probably be exactly where he was when I came back from the tack room, I took no risks. He was worth too much to me to risk him getting loose and getting hurt.

Soul's jumping bridle, saddle, girth and boots all felt like old friends in my hands but it wasn't until I picked up his best navy blue saddle pad did it really sink in.

"I'm jumping in the arena, just to let you all know." I said to the yard group chat as I walked Soul to the arena and opened the gate.

I put him by the fence while I carried poles from the edge of the arena and set them up with their wings and blocks. This would be an easy exercise, a few gymnastic exercises followed by an upright to a big oxer.

I mounted up, and got a good long warm up before we started jumping. Even little jumps had me smiling but it wasn't until I turned him down the line to the fence did I realise what was happening.

Soul needed no pushing

One

Two

Three

Four strides to the first

One

Two

I felt like I was flying for those half seconds I spent in the air, bending low and then sitting back as he came down, light as a feather and into the turn.

"Oh my god, oh my god." I whispered into his mane as he cantered round.

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How to Choose a House Clearance Company

A house clearance is the process of removing unwanted items in a home. This differs from a removal company as the belongings do not stay in the possession of the homeowner. Usually during a clearance, a large number of items (often the contents of an entire home) are removed. These are then taken to reuse organisations or local charities. Anything valuable can be sold on online marketplaces or via auction houses and antique dealers. You can do this yourself or the value of items can be used to offset the cost of the clearance. All other items will be taken to a waste disposal centre.

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House clearances are used for a variety of reasons. The most common is when someone has died, is taken into care or if there is a case of hoarding. Hoarding disorder is a mental health condition. This is where a person finds it difficult or impossible to throw items away. Bereavement house clearance is used to clear a home after someone has passed away. This assists family and friends who are facing this difficult task during what can be a traumatic time.

There are a few checks you should make before choosing a house clearance company. You should ensure that they:

Have Public Liability insurance: This is essential to protect both you and the house clearance company in the event of any damage.

Have a Waste Carriers License: Companies that carry any waste in a commercial capacity are legally required to hold a Waste Carriers License. You can check a company license number on the Environmental Agency site to ensure they are covered.

Have good customer feedback and reviews: Read reviews from previous customers to get an idea of the service they offer. This can tell you a lot about how they approach a house clearance and how they treat their customers.

You should also ensure that they are experienced in house clearances. If you need a specialist service such as bereavement, you may want a company with experience in this type of clearance. This is to ensure it is completed with sensitivity, care and professionalism. For a hoarding case, you should check if they are willing to take this on. Some companies may refuse due to the size and circumstances of the job.

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