..it depends on reader's interpretation, really.

Although mostly it just started like playing around with images and language after catching Kiriban of amazing Perselus, these drabbles also can be viewed as a Snarry and alternate ending to DH, if somebody feel inclined to.

I wrote this one almost a year ago, and today is the day that matches quite closely to the description below. Well, at least the part regarding metrology. And regarding this world standing in crossroads, once again.


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Devoted to Perselus, in deep gratitude for Kiriban.

Disclaimer: Just in case, to be on the safe side, et cetera da capo - I own nothing, nothing at all, not even the word "wizard".

"Sometimes something somewhere"

sometimes
(once upon a time,
when there is no time left at all;
and everything imaginable and lots of unforgivable things are done - and everything is overdue but the axe has not fallen yet,
and waiting for inevitable Armageddon already lost or won long ago sharpens each breath and numbs it simultaneously)

somewhere
(in a misty afternoon,
in the middle of the nowhere - when rain has just stopped pouring, and afternoon sun is slanting through slightly dripping, shabby looking apple-trees)

some things
(like one's chivalrous, just well-mannered offer of a cigarette - that actually sketches in other's minds eyes offer of truce and cooperation;
like just sudden, abrupt flick of lean digits on old-fashioned Zippo's that flashes it to light and that actually raises wards around two of them as well as lights cigarette;
like two faces, illuminated from rare-seen angle)

by somebody
(by sinew, calloused fingers carrying black with silver signet)

to somebody
(to lean, sculptured digits basking in Zippo's light despite the afternoon misty light)

shifts
(acceptance -
after milliseconds hesitation
- of cigarette, of habit, of vulnerability, of mindset)

something
(so eventually some infinitely tiny act of chivalry and good breeding might lead to disproportionately huge changes: contemplation first,
then certain decisions of acceptance of truce and cooperation,
and trust;
and finally something like the fate of the world in general and one wizarding world in particular)

But You will never, never ever know the extent of alterations caused by rain and good breeding and misty afternoon for sure, and rain - it is still pouring somewhere.

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Images, that got this drabble going:
of hands, so distinctive that no faces are needed; of cigarette; of peculiar light when it rains and sun shines simultaneously.