darcydodo | The drabbles keep on coming...

Previous drabbles from the McSweeny's list can now be found in my Memories, here. And now for three more:

Potential Titles for the Next Installment of the Harry Potter Series, as Co-Authored by Judy Blume
Wesley grasped the heavy book firmly in his hands, delegated by Fred to find something to read to Cordelia. The new Harry Potter should do, he thought. Then, But why stop there? We could read her the whole series. He opened his mouth to request all five Harry Potter books, but his mind raced on even as he formed the words. Then again, maybe something from her childhood would be better. It was too late for that, though, and he opened to the table of contents. "Tales of a Fourth Year Wizard? The Mouse and the Flying Motorcycle? What happened?"

Shoe-Lacing Methods
"Xander, your shoe's untied."

The boy glanced up at his friend's voice, looked down again.

"I know," he whispered. "But I don't know how to tie it."

Willow perched next to him on the step. "That's OK, I'll show you how." Bending over, she took the laces and looped them around each other with exaggerated care. "See? Now you try."

Xander replicated her movements, a shock of hair tumbling in his eyes as he bent his head, and succeeded in producing a sloppy but correctly-tied knot.

"You did it!" Willow's jubilation smoothed away Xander's sudden, apprehensive fear of paternal response.

Featured Menu Items at the Existentialist's Café
Sometimes he and Dru wait in the black shadows of the night, lurking at the fringes of well-lit society, luring away the unaccompanied men and women who wander past them. But Spike prefers to enter that society, or to sit among the patrons of Les Deux Magots, sip bitter coffee, and decide which dark and brooding existentialist he'll dine off tonight. It's a fun game, though never quite satisfying. When he mentions this to Dru, she smiles mysteriously and tells him that he won't find Daddy there because bitter tears have stolen him away. Spike tells her to shut up.