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The Second Epilogue... Time

Previously in the Adventskalender fic...

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10 January, 1993. Very early.

Hermione stretches an arm languidly above her, positively radiant in her post-coital bliss, as she turns on her right side to snuggle into the warm chest beside her. A happy humming sound she hadn't intended to make but just can't suppress accompanies her efforts to burrow her way in deeper under Severus' left arm. She snares his hand carefully in her right, mindful not to wake him, resting their clasped hands just beneath her breast and pulling that arm tighter around her like the world's most wonderful blanket. It borders on perfection.

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Happy Valentine's, folks. ❤️
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The First Epilogue to the Advent calendar fic...

Previously in the Adventskalender fic...

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09 January, 1993

Severus holds the door to his chambers open for her, and Hermione precedes him into his lounge with a smile. It's new enough to still be thrilled by the developments, but it's also become enough of a routine in the past several days the she doesn't stand on formality, taking a seat unasked on his couch. She's confident enough with their arrangement, in fact, that she takes his customary spot and orders a pot of tea from the unseen house elf. It gives Severus a moment's pause, but he's grown sufficiently comfortable with her presence - and more to the point: fond enough of her presence - that he prefers to take the seat beside her as opposed to retreating to the wingback as he used to.

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Happy 60th Birthday, Severus.
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Final Curtain for the Calendar...

Ages ago, adafrog had asked if all of the builds together make a final scene, or if they're self-contained. I figured it might help to do a last shot of everything together to better illustrate the answer. (And let the players take their bows... 😉)

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And that's about it. The minifig team thanks you for reading. ❤️

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Boxing Day Wrap Up...

Take your pick: a brief history lesson on the origin/significance of the phrase, or the quick and dirty translation: 'Vae Vicitis' - 'woe to the conquered'. (Technically plural. Just saying. *shrugs*)

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Thanks a bunch for reading and sharing my advent calendar with me. ❤️ I hope everyone celebrating had happy holidays. - G. 😊
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Day 24

We pause this fic to ask if you saw days 17, 18, 19, 20, 22, and 23 because there was a downtick. And to bring you this brief lesson in navigation... Not sure if you missed stuff? Want to see the last several days at once? Clicking 'gingerbred' (up top or right here 😉) gets you the last ten journal entries, poof, like magic, and you can click your way backwards ten at a time. On those pages you can use the handy little 'after the fold' type drop down thingies to peek at each day quickly. Or use the arrows at the top and bottom of any entry to get to the ones preceding or following, but that takes longer. Pfft.

Late to this thing that accidentally turned into a fic? Want to start at the beginning? Click here.

And now... more lego fic. 🎄🎁

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They open the door and the contents spill out, and immediately she wishes she'd waited for Severus after all, although presumably they have more pressing concerns...

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Happy hols, everyone, and safe travels. 🎄🎁❤️
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Day 20

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Bagsy! He cries, unaccustomedly cheerful as he snatches up the Slytherin tile.

''Bagsy'?' She asks in frank disbelief, wondering if one of the Perception Charms has done a number on her hearing and if so whether the Matron can sort it...

Slightly less sure, enough so that he casts a surreptitious look over his shoulders to make sure there are no students in sight, he repeats, Bagsy, with a still firm nod.

'You can't bagsy the Slytherin plaque,' she objects, still not over the fact he'd done so to begin with.

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