![]() Find trailers, reviews, synopsis, awards and cast information for One Stolen Night (1929) - Scott R. Dunlap on AllMovie - In this adventure, a remake of 1923's The Arab, aOne Stolen Night, a harry potter fanfic. Written for: 2. 01. Summer Fanfiction Olympics Competition, Round 1. Prompts used: Revolving around water, Lucy/Lorcan, sphere, never, tide, salt, circle, a bucket, yellow, giddiness and Percy Weasley. This is one of the first few times I've attempted to write next- gen, so I'm not so sure about the characterisation that I've done in it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading this! Constructive feedback would be extremely appreciated : )Three more weeks. Hey Lucy,I'll only be back three weeks later on the 1. I go off again. Find some way to meet at midnight, same place? Hope to see you there! Yours,Lorcan. Rebellion. It was something the new generation of Weasleys seemed to be extremely proud of. The history had started with the first Weasley child, Victoire. ![]() Aside from being sorted into Ravenclaw, she often snuck out with Teddy and read . There was also Fred and James, who had dyed their hair neon green and electric blue respectively to general shock, Rose who had ran off to get married and work in France, and Lily, who got sorted into Slytherin and currently dated Scorpius Malfoy. All in all, the originally Gryffindor family now boasted a mixture of all four houses . That was a universal fact accepted by all the Weasleys. Listen to songs from the album One Stolen Night, including 'Red On Red,' 'Slide Sister Slide,' 'One Stolen Night,' and many more. Buy the album for $9.99. Free with Apple Music subscription. Stream One Stolen Night (Ezekiel & Weirdo) by ezekiel.2517 from desktop or your mobile device. Your current browser isn't compatible with SoundCloud. Please download one of our supported browsers. John Jorgenson Quintet performing at the Kentucky Coffeetree Cafe in Frankfort, KY. This is the opening song from the forthcoming CD. Great to hear him playing a Greek bouzouki. Aside from having a head of brown hair instead of the dominant fiery red (which hadn't exactly been her choice) and being sorted into Ravenclaw, Lucy hadn't done much in the area . Perhaps it was because of her parents' strict upbringing, or maybe she just never really saw a reason to do so. Now, she was planning to sneak out with a boyfriend her father didn't know about, in the middle of the night. Things had certainly begun to change. She had started to change, thanks to a certain Lorcan Scamander. Today Action. Lucy Weasley fought the urge to chew her fingernails as she peered outside the window, checking if anyone was around. Just as she expected, there wasn't. Once she sneaked out, there was no more getting in . Did she really want to do this? Was she that willing to sacrifice years of mutual trust with her parents for just one night with Lorcan? Yes. With a burst of resolution, she slid open the window and climbed out carefully. Her heart hammered in her chest as she walked briskly toward the woods where the ends of the wards were. Lucy felt unsure of herself. What if she got caught? Would he think she bailed out on him? What should she say to him later anyway, if she did succeed? ![]() One Stolen Night offers us his standard road band, the John Jorgenson Quintet, in a program of small-group jazz that sounds like the old Django Reinhardt-Stephan Grapelli records from the 1930s. Jorgenson's guitar and Jason Anick's violin bounce off of each. Find album reviews, stream songs, credits and award information for One Stolen Night - John Jorgenson Quintet on AllMusic - Guitarist, singer, reedman, and composer John Also, since when had it gone so far to this extent? She hadn't thought of it that way before. It was the harbinger of change. Was love changing her? More importantly, did he love her? ![]() He said he did months ago, but he never mentioned it again. To tell the truth, she was afraid of what the answer would be. Didn't they always say that boys hid their feelings? What if Lorcan just avoided the question? She wouldn't be able to take that! Or even worse, what if he lied? No, Lorcan wasn't like that. Even honest to a fault. Lucy shook her head with a little shudder to get rid of the thoughts, turning her attention back to her current escape - trekking up the path to the nearby beach. Soon enough, the sight of the sea came into view. For the first time in her life, Lucy had snuck out of her house. Despite the current turmoil running through her head, she couldn't help give a small smile of triumph as she breathed in the fresh air. Whoever said she was completely useless at this sort of thing would be surprised. The moonlight shone brightly even in the reflection of the water, which rushed to shore in large, angry waves. ![]() Perfect for having privacy, though that wasn't really a problem at 's eye travelled across the shore until she spotted Lorcan walking toward her with a grin. For a second, she felt like one of those characters in a cheesy romance story, having all their misgivings disappear with a look at their counterpart. She returned his easygoing smile with her own as she ran toward him, falling into his embrace comfortably. Even if there were any fervencimex to be found, they would have ran away from the heat. You're my source of entertainment.? I have some preparations. She still didn't know the extent to which she was willing to go with him. That settled it; she was definitely not ready. He needs to be punished. Being caught surprised, Lucy was glad to see Lorcan landed in the water with a satisfying splash. She squealed, finding herself in the arms of the boy, being spun around in circles. A few moments later, he finally lowered her down. The world was spinning as she blinked away the giddiness. Yet, her relief was short- lived. She was about to speak to the boy when a few seconds later, he splashed water at her relentlessly, further drenching her. To her horror, it had floated just now when she'd fell into the water. Lorcan sighed dramatically, . I think you need more practice. For the first time that night, she observed the boy closely. His mop of wet hair hung messily over his forehead, partially hiding his silvery grey eyes. He had certainly gotten tanner this summer. Planning to poison me? I can't have my girlfriend going hungry and fainting on me, however enjoyable it may be. The sand merely stayed in mounds unlike the shape she wanted it to be. She glared at the insufferable thing that simply refused to follow its creator's wishes. He had finished his own, which was a majestic structure of turrets and moats. It seemed that her artistic talent on paper hadn't been transferred to the modeling and sculpturing world. She could almost hear the smirk in his voice. Oh. Nevertheless, she pulled the bucket closer to her and dripped some of it onto the sand. Within another half an hour, or perhaps more, they'd built an imposing castle with multiple wings and drawbridges. She laid down the final touches as she carefully inscribed their initials on the building with a small smile. Lucy was about to reply when his stomach interrupted with a large grumble. What a way to spoil the romantic moment. Lucy rolled her eyes, ? You'd all probably drop dead without a day of food! A comfortable silence settled between them as they shared a large ham- and- cheese sandwich. It was only now that Lucy realised how tense she'd been at home the past month. Trying to keep her boyfriend and the planning for her little escapade a secret had been extremely hard to bear. In fact, it felt like ages since she'd last let loose like today. Of course, it wouldn't last. Everything would have to be explained later. But, she didn't want to think about that for now. There was another more pressing issue she had to settle. She needed to know something. Lucy took a deep breath, fighting the urge to avoid the question. She couldn't live in blissful ignorance forever, no matter how tempting it was. She lifted her head slowly as hazel eyes met grey. His eyes were intense, mirrors to her feelings. What was he going to say? That this might be the last night? She couldn't describe the wondrous feeling, as if a weight that had been pressing on her heart and torturing her had just disappeared. They leant into each other to exchange another gentle kiss. His lips felt like feathers on her own. Lucy smiled, leaning her head on Lorcan's shoulder as they watched the beautiful sunrise together. Forget whatever punishment she might receive when she went back; forget what everyone would say. This one stolen night was worth it.
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