Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

"We don't ha--" he starts, and Zacharias doesn't want to hear it, doesn't want pity and freebies, it's his shitty life and he wants to own it, so he sucks in a breath and kisses him.

"Ugh, you're right, I am... considerably inebriated," he decided, a lofty tone imbuing the words with even more highborn intelligence than they would otherwise have.

I look around for a moment as though I'm visiting someone's house for the first time and don't know quite what to do, then I remember that this is my apartment, and I make the rules here, and then I pull my legs up so my feet are on the fabric and I can wrap my arms tightly around my knees.

He was incredibly and unreasonably attracted to Aubrey and would very much like to tie him to his bed and shag him senseless all weekend.

There was something to be said about being able to look out all around and see no one at all between you and the horizon, to be able to entertain yourself all day with just your own thoughts.

When Bags announces her intention of running for Minister, Pepper throws a fit and insists that he has no desire to train a new boss and will be voting for the other guy.

Pepper interrupts his thoughts with a wry tone, eyebrow arched, and nudges one hip against the bench in a way that makes Aubrey want to stare at them again, but the fact that he'd just been caught at it is already making him flush in embarrassment.

"I know you get off on being miserable, but really, there is a limit."

Blaise has always been better at those subtly insulting looks than he has, but then he's lucky enough to have an incredibly fine-featured face.

With his clean-cut shirt and big long coat it's very dramatic and would probably be kind of sexy if Pepper wasn't tied to a bed in some crazy-arse secret hideout or Muggle government lock up or whatever the fuck this was.