That's what I like to do. I have seen other authors place all their drabbles and minifics into a series! And for minifics that grow more than 2-3 chapters, they move them over to larger series or separate them to reduce reading confusion.

Post somebody you've been told you like like who you definitely don't look like

Oh this is exactly what I wanted to know👁️👅👁️

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I came up with the Bleepies and Tipsy-foot Pips. I just figured since it's a magical universe and JKR can go fuck herself; I decided to take liberties here and there. If the fandom can come up with lubing spells for all the smut we've written, I can come up with some false magizoology🤣🤣

And just as he was about to apologize for overstepping, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

He grinned at her, "Many surprising discoveries with us as a team, wouldn't you say?"

"The very best discoveries, indeed," she smiled back.

ingredient to counteract the effects of the Cruciatus! I'm just so happy I could kiss you!"

He was shocked. He knew she was happy about the discovery, but to kiss him? He wanted to kiss her too. And so he leaned down and gave her the gentlest peck on her cheek.

She stared back, eyes wide.

He hugged her back and held her in his arms. He could get used to this.
Luna continued, "Thank you so much for coming with me to track the tipsy-foot pips' migratory pattern! Today's success will be a breakthrough, and hopefully the specimens we find could help Draco and Hermione find a sustainable

By the end of the hour, they both quickly catalogued their findings and magically sealed them for their trip back home.

Once they arrived back at the campgrounds, Luna dropped her bags, stretched her hands overhead, and then ran over to Blaise to hug him.

"Oh thank you, Blaise!" She beamed.

"Try to collect a sample of everything!" Luna spoke clearly from a few places away, "Feathers, egg shells, guano, but we'll leave three-quarters of each nest undisturbed. If this is a nesting ground, we want them to trust this area and come back next winter."

They worked in silence.

She took out her wand and started waving a simple charm over the nests, "Now, as our contracts stipulate. We need to first take a photo of this area and mark the location on the map. Then we are free to collect anything left behind by the flock."

Blaise followed her cues and began taking photos.

Blaise felt less woozy and a little more calm. He has thought the worst. That some hungry predator has come in and eaten the entire flock.

"So they're okay?" He heard himself asking, "No predators?"

Luna looked at him with what he hoped was the start of love or endearment, "Not at all, Blaise!"

And when they hatch, they're so foot heavy that they end up smashing their nests and making a mess of their surroundings." Luna bent over to inspect, "Looks like this batch hatched a few nights ago, they only hatch on snowless winter days. Otherwise their little feet get frozen to the ground."

"Pardon?"

"They've hatched!," she repeated louder, "and quite successfully too, judging by the destruction they left behind!"

He bent over a nest, "Hatched?"

"Why yes, the tipsy-foot pip hatches from their nests as chicks with feet twice their size. It's where they get their name from!

"Oh no, Luna, it looks like something came through and smashed all the nests," he murmured.

Luna stared and took stock of the area they stood upon the edge of. She looked up at him, her eyes misty. He felt his heart break.

She looked back down and whispered something he couldn't hear.

So petite, yet strong. He wanted to know what it'd feel like to hold them.

He slid the map back into his jacket and followed behind her. They came across a small clearing with tiny nests littering the floor. Broken shells and pearlescent feathers were everywhere and Blaise thought the worst.

knew nothing of his mother's crimes or had any of her tendencies.

"We've just passed the waterfall an hour ago, so we should be approaching the tipsy-foot pips nest up ahead," she gesticulated in a general direction with her hands.

He followed her line of sight and marveled at her hands again.

Probably something along the lines of "Tsk! No money, no fame, no assets. Just romance? Find that in a whore, if you need a bed warmer."

But Blaise fought every part of his mother's upbringing. Anything to show Luna that despite the rumours about his mother and her many, many dead husbands, he

Blaise nodded, "Right... Well, where to now?"

He held out their map and Luna leaned over to look, her hand gently holding his bicep. He flexed a little, hoping she could feel his musculature underneath. Morgana, he was being shameless. What would Maria Giuseppina Zabini say about him?