Word: 70. teem
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"This’s your doing, Luna Lovegood-Potter," Harry growled through gritted teeth. Gritted because he was about to laugh and he would not do that. He’d a legitimate reason to be annoyed with his wife right now.
Their garden teemed with rabbits.
"Well, you know what rabbits think about all the time, don't you?" Luna was saying.
Harry shot her a look. The obvious answer was of course - but then, Luna had very weird ways of watching the world. "Do tell, Luna love."
"Grass, grass, grass. So I thought, 'a non-noisy lawnmower!' but-"
Harry groaned, "Only you," as he kissed her.
Last edited by Meandering; 09-01-2006 at 11:36 PM.
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