Somebody called Stephen Ratliff has written a fic on FFN called "Ritually Yours." It appears to have Hermione becoming Harry's concubine after the troll incident.

Fine,* but she's wearing little clothing and sleeping in a wardrobe in Harry's dorm, where the other boys are still living. And I gather she gets pregnant. At twelve fucking years of age ( Read more... )

I've brought the router downstairs and plugged its powercord into one of the outlets that works off the generator, so we have wifi when the generator's running. It's easier than trying to find a coffee shop that's open and then dealing with the internet access flickering in and out because there's thrice or five times as many users as they'd ( Read more... )

There's been great wind, but not much rain. There's no power at home, and the cellphone service is down, but we're okay. The basement's dry, and the sump pumps haven't needed to work much. We've plenty of gasoline for the generator, and no real damage--just sticks and small branches down, and most of the leaves blown off the grass, which saves ( Read more... )

Wind is blowing. It's raining, although not buckets ( Read more... )

Which is what they call it when Hurricane Sandy meets some other unpleasant weather stuff, and not in a bar in Key West, unfortunately ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday to mickawber_fics! Hope it's a lovely day!

So, I'm thirty and seven. Have been since Thursday last. Should've probably said something earlier, right ( Read more... )

I'm home since late on Friday. Still trying to catch up with things ( Read more... )

I'm in Louisiana tonight, and for a few days to come. Staying with old family friends.

There were large quantities of boiled shrimp. This is a Good Thing.

We're here.

I had a softshell crab po'boy for lunch. Haven't had that in far too long.

It's strange to think how long it's been since the last time I've seen magnolias, Spanish moss, live oaks, and pecan trees.

I've missed this part of the world.