I'm bored, it's the weekend, it's summer, I've nothing to do, and this is what comes out of that.

I love the Harry Potter soundtracks, I've been using them to write, and it helps, sort of. Sets a mood and all, y'know.

Y'all should try it sometime.

I by no means come from the South.

"Harry and Hermione" Half-Blood Prince Soundtrack FTW.

She smells of vanilla.

You had smelled it before, but you hadn't known it came from her, even though whenever that smell came to mind, rolls of parchment and books came to mind, as well.

She smells of vanilla. You just hadn't made the connection before. But you have now, and…whenever she's close, you can't help but notice how nice and…entrancing the smell of vanilla is.

Sometimes, when she's close to you, when she's sitting next to you, or when you hug her, and the smell is there, you wonder whether it is a cream, or a perfume, maybe even a spell, and then you fell odd for giving the subject so much though, but you just can't get enough of it.

Of the smell of vanilla, of the smell of her.

One day, out of the blue, you find that you love the smell.

The smell of her.

Is this what thy fanfictioners call a "drabble"?

I think so, I hope so. I don't know.

This is short and it has no plot, and it's completely strange and useless and means nothing, but…I just wrote it down, and well, I just…posted it.

I think that I'm not the kind of writer that can say a lot with not a lot of words. Well, you tell me. I know nothing.