For Dorrito’s Every Flavour Mood Beans.

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Dorky

“Of course they exist.” She smiled dreamily. “Why wouldn’t they?”

She didn’t mind the laughter, though they’d long given up concealing the malice behind it. She curled up small in the broken armchair near the fireplace at the west end of the common room, humming softly as she carefully transfigured her Christmas jumper into a hat. It would be gone by morning, like most things she made, destined to reappear in some new location, like the Quidditch pitch or the boy’s lavatory. Still, one could never have enough hats.

Her hand moved in circles, working the threads into candy-cane stripes.

For Dorrito’s Every Flavour Mood Beans. I am now officially Caught Up. yay! Well. With these, anyway.

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Distressed

He’d caught it first in summer. It seemed small then, insignificant in the expanse of time, even for these lesser beings. As the months wore on, this theory proved itself undeniably false. He worked it through in daylight hours, waiting and watching for it to reveal its final form. Perhaps most troubling was that he’d allowed his unfortunate interest in humans to cloud the wisdom of his kind, but he preferred not to confront that truth just yet.

The sky was unsettlingly clear and he closed his eyes, letting the images burn in, unimpeded by the limitations of sight alone.