Chapter 48, and other things
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slowfoxI'm not normally a fan of Ginny, but sometimes she's good value (TTK: Ch 48):
"Percy! Percy!" Ginny's voice cut across the still air of the cold December morning.
Percy, in front, stopped and turned round, irritation etched across every feature of his face, "Yes? Miss... Weasley?" he asked, feigning only the barest of acquaintance with his sister.
Harry was desperate for his captors to turn around themselves, so that he could see Ginny (and Dean, Seamus... hell, everyone seemed to be there), but their hold remained resolute. He'd tried looking over his shoulder, but a not so gentle prod with the third hit-wizard's wand, stabbing him right at the top of his spine, told him that such aggressive moves were uncalled for.
"Don't you 'Miss Weasley' me, Percy, you miserable git," snarled Ginny, of whom Harry now felt insanely proud, "this is wrong and you know it!"
In his mind's eye, Harry had a distinct image of Dean physically restraining Ginny from leaping at Percy and clawing his eyes out with her bare hands.
Pity.
It was pouring in another of Hull's special summer cloudbursts this lunchtime. I'd let Mali out into the yard, where he'd taken up his lounging position on top of his kennel. Then the rain started falling, but rather than come back inside (the back door was open), he decided - shock! horror! - to actually use his kennel, and had curled up inside, out of the elements' reach. This is actually pretty unusual for the hound - the only use he generally makes of the kennel is to sunbathe on its roof.
One of the problems with the Shuffle, which I've mentioned before, is that it's possible to brush the control wheel and skip to the next track... this is a pain when you're listening to a 2hr podcast, for example, and have to fast forward through to the point you were at prior to the unplanned navigational jump. The player gives you snippets of audio to let you know where you are as it zips along the mp3, and it's quite a surreal experience, hearing these disconnected words from the studio discussion (This Week in Tech, a bit geeky, but a fun listen).
"Percy! Percy!" Ginny's voice cut across the still air of the cold December morning.
Percy, in front, stopped and turned round, irritation etched across every feature of his face, "Yes? Miss... Weasley?" he asked, feigning only the barest of acquaintance with his sister.
Harry was desperate for his captors to turn around themselves, so that he could see Ginny (and Dean, Seamus... hell, everyone seemed to be there), but their hold remained resolute. He'd tried looking over his shoulder, but a not so gentle prod with the third hit-wizard's wand, stabbing him right at the top of his spine, told him that such aggressive moves were uncalled for.
"Don't you 'Miss Weasley' me, Percy, you miserable git," snarled Ginny, of whom Harry now felt insanely proud, "this is wrong and you know it!"
In his mind's eye, Harry had a distinct image of Dean physically restraining Ginny from leaping at Percy and clawing his eyes out with her bare hands.
Pity.
It was pouring in another of Hull's special summer cloudbursts this lunchtime. I'd let Mali out into the yard, where he'd taken up his lounging position on top of his kennel. Then the rain started falling, but rather than come back inside (the back door was open), he decided - shock! horror! - to actually use his kennel, and had curled up inside, out of the elements' reach. This is actually pretty unusual for the hound - the only use he generally makes of the kennel is to sunbathe on its roof.
One of the problems with the Shuffle, which I've mentioned before, is that it's possible to brush the control wheel and skip to the next track... this is a pain when you're listening to a 2hr podcast, for example, and have to fast forward through to the point you were at prior to the unplanned navigational jump. The player gives you snippets of audio to let you know where you are as it zips along the mp3, and it's quite a surreal experience, hearing these disconnected words from the studio discussion (This Week in Tech, a bit geeky, but a fun listen).
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Date: 2009-07-28 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-28 06:14 am (UTC)But, um, I only actually got around to The Edit when P started reading, and pointing out some of the errors. And then I read the fic, and thought - in a hopefully rare Lockhart Moment - 'y'know what, this fic isn't that bad', and decided that it was worth putting back into the webosphere.
Especially since there are still several copies of the original fic percolating round the interwebs (I even found a .pdf of it), and if it's going to be read, I'd much rather it was a version that I was comfortable with.
All the above said, yes, I'm hoping to start writing a new, fifth-year, obviously AU fic. Still at the planning stage atm: I've drawn up a calendar of the school year, checked the lunar calendar for 95/96... and the West Ham football scores. The Quidditch season's mapped out, and I know which specific dates the Hogsmeade weekends fall on.
I have, ironically enough, the final battle pretty sorted in my head, and two definite themes to play with (the third has had to be dropped because it would directly contradict the mechanics of my central plot ruse). I've also got a reasonable start to the school year, but I need to get from A (well, actually B, because the summer itself is looking a little vague) to D (the ending) by working out what C is, and what they're all going to do when they get there.
I re-read CoS last week, and PoA this weekend just gone. GoF is sitting on the table as I type, and obviously it's next.
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Date: 2009-07-28 09:45 am (UTC)*faints from the shock*
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Date: 2009-07-28 12:27 pm (UTC)