Samhain Smut prompt claims still open!

Just wanted to put this forward to anyone who might be looking for something to participate in this fall. Last year's Samhain Smut fest was a treasure.

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Originally posted by ragdoll at Just a reminder...

that prompt claiming is open until 11:59 pm on Monday, July 2nd, so this coming Monday. That means there are only four more shopping days until prompt picking closes.

So far, we've gotten 25 claims which is fantastic, but I'd love to be able to post at least one a day every day if possible. So, if you were putting off picking your prompts, now's the time to do it! You can claim your prompts here. There are plenty open for fic (with only 2 closed so far) and all of them are open for art.

Feel free to pimp the comm too.

Hopefully this will be a very happy and hot Hallowe'en for us all.

Howl

Title: Howl
Summary: When life hands you feathers, make owls.

I'm posting this a second time because I couldn't get lj and Google Docs to play nicely together before. Thanks Teddy and Trev for the Brit-picking. I wish I could hear it in Trev's voice ...

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Remus walked into the gloomy owl office on the last Hogsmeade weekend of the school year. One round desk was lit by the skylight above, and here - besides dozens of post owls - stood the building's only other occupant.

"Get out, Lupin," growled Snape.

"It's a public building, Snape," replied Remus easily.

"Out, or I'll hex your bollocks off!" Snape seemed ready to shove him bodily out the door.

"What the hell, Snape? You can't just ..." Remus followed Snape's gaze upward and saw a tawny owl swoop inside. Clenched in its claws was a bright red envelope. The owl landed and ostentatiously stuck out a foot.

At the look on Snape's face, Remus clumsily warded the office door. "Better get it over with," he said bracingly.

The packet flew open and a slurred male voice shouted them down.

SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE, YE' FECKLESS GOOD-FER-NOTHIN'!

Both boys clapped their hands over their ears. Every owl screeched horribly and made a break for the skylight. The resulting owl-scrum blocked all the light.

I'LL HAVE YER GUTS FOR GARTERS IF YOU PUT ANOTHER FUCKIN TOE OUT O' LINE AT THA' PONCY SCHOOL. I'LL TAKE A BELT TO YOU EVEN IF I HAVE TO COME TO BLEEDIN' SCOTLAND MESELF!

In the silence, Remus's ears rang painfully. He lifted his eyes, expecting the worst. But to Remus's surprise, Snape just shrugged.

"My parents had to pay school damages yesterday. I knew he'd send a Howler, so I bribed our owl to meet me here. Fewer witnesses."

"I won't tell anyone," Remus swore.

"You better not, or I'll hex your bollocks off."

"You said that before," smiled Remus. "Look, it's raining feathers. Let's transfigure them into owls now that you lost Hogsmeade all theirs."

Snape turned away, but not before Remus caught his smirk.

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