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Comment with a prompt! Any fandom, pairing, character, idea . . . even if I don't know the fandom. Be cracktastic! Be SRS business. Be what you've always dreamed you could be.
I will execute your prompt! . . . with stick-figures.
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ETA: ...I don't promise to be SRS bizniss back.
I will execute your prompt! . . . with stick-figures.
Gakked from
ETA: ...I don't promise to be SRS bizniss back.

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Then they were outside in the night air and Potter was driving like he flew, a maniac. Draco wasn't sure what to think of that, until the window on his side magically opened. It was Muggle magic, Draco supposed, seeing Potter's hand moving out the corner of his eye. Muggles used buttons instead of wands, which bespoke some kind of disgusting mechanism to make things work instead of the beauty of mysticism, but Draco hardly had time to consider that.
He had to put his head out the window.
He had to.
Obviously, this was what life was all about.
He also had to open his mouth so his tongue could fly in the direction the wind was whipping his fur and ears. It was glorious.
Potter was laughing. "Dogs," he said, as if it wasn't all about missing the feel of a broom.