Beware, may prickle

So... after the metaphorical drought of inspiration I am now sitting in a oasis of plot bunnies. 

I'm not sure whether this is going to result in an out flow of fic or curses but for the moment all is well.

So far I have this little drabble:

It was inspired by a quote from Heroes and may increase in length but for the moment I give you Pansy. 

I really wish that JKR would stop telling us things.

If someone had told me that last June i would have been shocked and would probably have acused you of smoking something out of a herb jar. But...never the less, it is true. 

Mainly because she is warping FernWithy's Teddyverse by inches. First she knocks Neville/Vivian on the head, which as I felt I knew Vivian a lot better than Hannah rather annoyed me. Then there was what she said about Dudley. And now she has wiped out half of Victoire's family.

Aparently this is the "official" version. 

*bleh*

Sooo....

This journal is a mite dusty.

And I think the Post a Comment button is pretty much defunt from lack of use, sorry about that guys.

This is more a post to let everyone know that I do still exist and haven't been taken out by some strange virus that caused me to vomit small kittens or been thrown in prison after being involved in a Italian Job style robbery that went badly wrong, possibly because I would be unable to drive the mini because my mum refuses to insure her car so that I can learn to drive.

I have how ever had the lead in the school play (it went really well thanks for asking) and haven't done anything else either work or writing related as a result of this, after all the play is the thing. And now that teh play is over coursework and auditions are the thing. I've got at least three auditions coming up, hopefully four, and I need two speeches one a Shakespeare and a song for nearly all of them. Currently it is the song that is giving me problems as I am rather afraid that if I do sing for them I may be asked to leave on the spot. (I not that bad but I have issues with pitching). And on top of that there is the History and the English coursework and all the other essays that people keep setting me.

Sigh, so writing and internet on the back burner at the moment. Although before all of this hit my Dean fic produced a  black little plot bunny showing what happened to the Muggleborn kids that didn't go on the run. It promises to be one of the darkest things that I've written, once I've got some of the fundamental elements sorted out in my head. 

I've basically decided that after the Preliminary Interview that Harry read about in the Prophet any underage Muggleborns are removed to this random old house in the country for holding until their "trail". I figure that the Ministry might want to keep them out of the public eye until everything is a bit more secure, stuff involving kids tends to stir up people. I'm thinking propaganda involving them learning how to live like Muggles in preperation for being released back into their natural enviroment. Sending eleven year olds straight to Askaban isn't very good PR. 

The problem I keep banging my head up against is that for the purposes of the fic I sort of need them to be able to talk to each other, exchange information contraband and maybe saliva (after all they are teenagers) but I also know that if I was in charge of a bunch of magically gifted kids in that sort of situation I make damned well sure that they couldn't. Constant supervision and all that jazz, I mean you could just put Silencio on all of them, so I need justification for the amount of freedom that they are given.

Also stuff for them to do. There is only so many times you can clean one house.

Sooooo.....

I'm bored. Its Saturday night and none of my friends are in so.....

I should probably do some work, or write some more of my Dean story, but I'm too busy being bored.

....

On the plus side England beat Australia in teh ruby this afternoon! Go team! It was a really tense match, so glad that we pulled through.

Hmm, I need some inspiration, either that or I shoudl phone my mum. Haven't chatted to her in a while.

Play rehersals are going well you will be pleased to find out. I'm starting to make a dent in the huge number of lines that I have to learn, which is all good, but doesn't exactly leave a lot of time for drabbles or fic. And when I do write I'm trying to concentrate on my Dean fic, so....

Yeah.

But I have dredged this up out of the depths of my computor for your viewing pleasure. It is pre-DH, so well, it would need some major changes to fit into canon now so, yeah, it is still Andromeda/Ted.

 

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Ah the first proper weekend of the term, a whole two days! A complete lack of school on Saturday, bliss. I've spent most of it in front of the tele catching up on Heroes, which is my new favorite show. I'm up to Chapter Twelve.

I'm busy trying to complete my UCAS form at the moment, (or uni aplication form for those not in the UK), I have to write a personal statement that says that I am equally enthusiastic about drama and English, but that isn't as difficult as the one my friend needs to write, for Geography and art.

Oh and I have the main part in the school play, with a huge amount of lines to learn.

But in the midst of all this i have managed to put a story up on SQ:  http://www.sugarquill.net/read.php?storyid=3195&chapno=1

I'm cold, in case you didn't get that from the title.

Currently I'm wearing thermal leggings, thermal top, scarf, gloves and the rest of my uniform and I'm still cold. Why is this I hear you ask. Well because our Bursar He Who Controls The Purse Strings refuses to turn the heating on. So the only room in our entire house that is moderatly warm is the computor room, so obviously I'm spending more time on teh computor than i would if all the other rooms wern't like the proverbial freazer.

Cold is bad for my social life.

It is three weeks into the term and I still can't believe that this is my last year. I man I swear I'm still fifteen, or maybe five....

Anyway, school is weird and fic is a coming. 

So what do people think now about the chances of reconcilliation between Andromeda and Cissy? Of corse I do realise that the chances are slightly...slimmer now that Death Eaters have killed both her husband and daughter, and Cissy's DE husband and son managed to survive. But maybe Harry will tell Dromeda about Cissy lying about his death, and maybe Dromeda will want to renew ties with the one other bit of family she has left.

I don't know. Despite Bella saying that her and Cissy haven't set eyes on Dromeda since she left that doesn't mean that a) letters weren't exchanged or that contact wasn't made during Bella's stint in Askaban between the two other sisters.

OK I might be a bit optomistic but they is still the possibility at least. 

Well I read it. Then I went and checked up on my flist and the SQ. And I've only just stoped shaking and hour and a half afterwards. 

Okay, here goes.

First and most importantly of all, look at Mini!Bella and Dromy, aren’t they amazing. The drawing is the sole property of Makani (which is why it is so fantastic) and I coloured it in myself (which is why the colouring is a bit dodgy) But that aside aren’t they just perfect, seriously this is the closest I've got to my mental picture of these two and that is just something that my Bella would do.

Anyway, exams are OVER!!! (Actually they've been over for a week but it has taken me this long to get out of the "I Can't Write I Have Things To Do" mode) They all went fairly well, so fingers crossed and all. I don't want to say anything else for fear of jinxing my marks or something. Knock on wood and all that.

Talking of writing, the amount of things I feel I have to do at the moment is quite scary really. The next chapter of GUB is in the pipeline, I can promise more of the Gang, Fun and Games at the Rosier Grandparents house and Magic! Then there is the one shot that is begging to be written, damn plot bunnies that won't give up and all that (by the way this one is your fault Chilla). And I need to get caught up on the drabble prompts. 

Thank goodness that summer is nearly here (not that you can tell from the weather, which is disgusting damn you British summer.

But my summer is pretty hectic as well. I've got two drama courses down in London which take up most of August, then there's relatives to be visited and at some point I want to start my driving lessons, oh, there was something else as well wasn't there...

Now I remember THE SEVENTH AND LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK IS COMING OUT!!!!!! SQUEE, GASP, FAINT ETC

I really do have mixed feelings about this, on one hand we get to know how it ends and on the other hand...we get to know how it ends. We will probably see Andromeda (yey!), we will probably see Andromeda (argh). I mean after this... all our wriggle room disappears. We will know the mysteries of Snape, who lives, who dies, which ships sink and which go sailing off into the sunset. And, well I like not knowing the be all and end all. (Though I suppose since I mainly write pre-canon I won't be as effected as some) Oh but I really need to get that one shot done! Argh! That'll sink with DH, pretty sure of that.

I'm going to the midnight party in Waterstones though. Something which I've never done before, and I'm dressing up, as Luna with proper radish earrings and a cork necklace. My sister will probably be going as Ginny. She isn't much of a fan, in fact she isn't really a fan at all, but she wants to go as "The Biggest Harry Potter Freak Ever" and asked me for tips, I told her to get stuffed and just to go as a really good Ginny. A friend of ours is also coming, curly brown hair, therefore Hermione. It is going to be so much fun.

I'm also going to take ear plugs in case we get people driving past shouting spoilers like last time.

Oh and bit of fic:

  

I find it very ironic that my AS English exam takesplace on the 25th of May and I am debating whether or not to find a lilac ribbon and wear it for luck or something. Although I have the niggling doubt that that isn't really the point of wearing lilac tomorrow.

That will probably only make sense to Discworld fans....

Anyway, the subjects of this exams are old Will's sonnets and "A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters" by Julian Barnes. 

Barnes I can get good marks on if I have a couple of hours rather than fifty odd minutes and sonnets are quite lovely so....

Mind you my revision last night eventually deteriorated into trying to find *hem hem* phallic symbols in the sonnets, it wasn't difficult really, practically any line you care to mention can be well...taken the wrong way (much like the last bit of that sentence). 

"And my next self thou harder hast engross'd"
  
Even, and I hate to do this because it is my absolute favorite sonnet:

"Rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles compass come"

Oh dear....

Also fic:

( Guess who? )

 

Well, it's been a while since I updated this....

Mainly because the Easter Holidays are over as of ten days ago. So I have been busy catching up on all the work that I didn't do over the holidays because I was doing things like updating the journal. However I have not just been busy with school work, oh no! Not only have I produced several drabbles, (located on the UR drabble thread if you are interested) I have finally managed to finish the next chapter of GUB and have sent it off to my beta. So hopefully it should be up quite soon.

Also last night I went on a sponsored sleepout on the streets of Edinburgh, to raise money to help homeless people, with a group of friends from school. It was really good fun and absolutely nothing like really sleeping rough, as there was soup and hot drinks available through out the night, you were allowed to go inside this nearby building to go to the loo or if you got really cold, the entire square was sectioned off so that no actual homeless people (or other dangerous folk) could come in and the provided materials (cardboard and plastic sheets) with which you could make your own shelter. Our shelter was amazing, it covered all twelve of us, didn't fall down during the night and protected us from the wind. All in all it was a blast. Although my sister and some of the others went straight from this to a two day hike over the Pentlands for Duke of Edinburgh. Poor them.....

Also this: 

Well I for one am absolutly exhausted after our riot last night. Would you believe I didn't get to bed until 2 in the morning! It was worth it though, it isn't often that you embark upon a perilous quest to save a rooster, witness, try to prevent the horror of your UR mother falling for the noted spouse killer Mrs Zabini, inspire a drabble and acheive the rank of Prefect all in one night. And Draco doesn't seem to be as annoyed this year as he was the last couple of years, maybe being on the run has softened him a bit, either that or he just has better things to do with his time then chastise his humble minions. Pity I was quite looking foreward to seeing Desie realise her dreadful mistake.

All five of our older pet lambs are suckling off the bucket now, but unfortunatly we have two new ones who are completly useless. And lambing isn't even half over!

Could some one tell me which challenges I have to do to gain other ranks, I am rather curious and quite desperate to climb further up the UR ladder.

Well, my first reaction upon seeing the UK cover was "Oh no poor Ron! This artist has decided that Rupert Grint's Terrified!Facial expression is something that you actually do". Also they all apear to be falling out of the Stargate (for those of you who haven't seen Stargate SG1 the Stargate is this round thing that looks exactly like the thing in the UK cover, and it is a portal to other worlds) and if it is a Stargate, which it obviously is, then the funny symbol on the spine is one of the symbols on the Stargate which I think means Earth. 

As for the US cover, well it has got a veil, or at least a pair of yellow curtains. Which is alwasy a plus I feel.

On the lambing front, one more pet lamb. Both suckling well.

Lambing Update:

(Can you have an update when you haven't actually posed anything about a subject yet? But never mind the technicalities)

We have our first pet lamb now. Took it off a ewe with a triplet (you have to because the ewes don't have enough milk for three lamb. It is sucking well, although not taking much milk at any one time.

Also let four ewes and their lambs outside for the first time.

This is an extract from a fic that is probably never going to be posted in its entirety:


“It looks like a walnut.” Sirius said, squinting at the picture in his hand.

 

“No look it’s got limbs, walnuts don’t have limbs.” Peter replied, poking the picture.

 

“You call those arms and legs?” Sirius looked incredulously at his friend, “’Cause I don’t, some sort of fungal growth perhaps but useful arms and legs? No.”

 

“Well it doesn’t exactly need to pick up a wand does it? What would it need arms and legs for?”

 

The conversation slowly descended into bickering, with lots of illustrating jabs at the source of the disagreement. James sighed, then turned to Remus (who was staring over Sirius’s shoulder) with a slightly pleading look on his face.

 

“You see it don’t you Moony, he doesn’t look like a walnut, or a fungus, does he?”

 

“Of course I do,” Remus replied with a reassuring smile at the anxious dad to be, “It’s an excellent picture of a Kappa water demon in its natural habitat.”

 

James’ hopeful expression fell into one of acute dismay.

 

“He isn’t a walnut or fungus or a Japanese Water demon!” He practically wailed, “He’s my son! And you’re all blind if you can’t see him.”

 

“Calm down Prongs,” Sirius said, more than slightly amused at his friend’s desperation, “We’re only joking.”

 

“Yeah, look he just did a sort of summersault.” Peter added, slapping him on the back, “Obvious to every one that he’s yours.”

 

“Right.” James said grinning rather sheepishly, “I guess I just got a bit worked up, I mean this is kind of big, isn’t it? Me a dad!”

 

“Doesn’t bear thinking about.” Sirius said seriously.

 

“Just one question though,” Peter said in a slightly puzzled voice, “How do you know that the walnut is a boy?”

 

“Are you blind or something?” James asked, grabbing the photo off Sirius and pointing, “Look, boy.”

 

“Prongs.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“That’s its arm.”

*is proud of her new journal. Polishes the simple yet shiny blue.*

*presents what she hopes is smuff, but feels that it might be just fluff, or nothing much of anything. But it does have Dromy and Ted in it, and absolutely no mention what so ever of anything sad or bad or mad (hee!) Feels proud of this, as it has never happened before. More may come, she shall try and purchace somemore pink candy floss to stuff her brain with*

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There is something wondrous about waking up, turning over and finding the person you love lying right there beside you. A miraculous moment. And I don’t think it becomes any less marvellous just because you’ve done it every morning for the past six months. It’s the best, and hopefully the most lasting feeling in marriage. At least I think so.

 

Ted breaths more slowly than I do. I watch his chest rise…and fall, to a different rhythm than mine. I wonder if, as we grow older together, my breathing will fall into sync with his. Will we breathe as one?

 

Sometimes he snores. But now even that is beautiful. And it gives me an excuse to reach out and touch him. Shake his arm and watch him stir. He scrunches up his eyes before he opens them properly, squints in the light streaming through the crack in the curtains. Then turns to me and smiles slowly.

 

“G’ Morning dear.”

 

Then he leans over and kisses me softly. Champagne bubbles dance across my mind. And for one perfect moment everything is fabulous.
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