the history of magic meme

[1castle4houses]

welcome to AU hell

RULES;

1. tag in
2. tag around!
3. mix and match - pick a setting from the first column and an AU from the second column (or use RNG if you like to live on edge -- there's 10 prompts per column)
4. have fun

HINTS;

We welcome and encourage all OCs. Add a little blurb about your character so other players have an idea what to play with, and feel free to add your preferences and permissions.
Ship, don't ship; make out, don't make out - all is fair game.

PROMPTS;

Setting	AU
1. Ancient	a. Soldiers on the same side
2. Middle Ages	b. Arranged marriage
3. 1600s	c. Great new discovery
4. 1700s	d. Childhood friends
5. 1800s	e. Met on the road
6. 1900s	f. Rags and riches
7. Roaring 20s	g. Members of two feuding houses
8. 1940s	h. It's all about the art
9. 1970s	i. Co-conspirators
10. WILDCARD	j. WILDCARD

Comments

[timenssecundus]

A smaller journey, to be sure, but a journey has definitely happened in this conversation. The way he meets her eyes and the small smile that rises to them is restored to how they began—but now also so different. Contains all the levels and leagues that they've now traveled.

"I can't wait," he said softly.

But he has to. Because they can't pursue anything now. Risk interfering with it then.

Not least because, right now, he's underage. And even in a place like this, that probably wouldn't be good on any level.

[metamorphical]

"Keep that thought close, yeah?" She requests with a warm smile. Tonks hopes it's enough to get him through the tougher times ahead of the young man. If in some fashion or another. However this works.

She taps her fingers against his lightly, playful and ready for a subject change. But before the next bout of mischief can be decided upon, she notices the bedknob -- still on the table but now with the petunias strewn around it rather than on it -- glowing a warm brassy red colour.

"Think that's our lot." She glances over to her companion with an apologetic smile.

[timenssecundus]

His eyes darted between hers and the bedknob… then, seizing the impulse, he took her hand and… (obviously at the last second) decided not to try to kiss it, but did squeeze it.

"I'll remember," he vowed—with the tiniest edge of desperate hope.