The first thing that Draco was conscious of was pain: a host of aches and twinges both sharp and dull were throbbing insistently and demanding his attention, and for a puzzled moment he wondered whether he'd fallen off his broom, or been attacked by another one of Hagrid's pets. (
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Oh, bless his devious little cotton socks! So can I ! In fact, the first time I was introduced to this substance (by the husband of the woman who introduced my mother to the step-mother of Ian McKellen, if you take my meaning, by the way) my response was considerably less polite. Ugh! Nassty greasssy yellow paste! We hates it, we hates it, yess!"
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Technically speaking, he casts Cruciatus on Bellatrix, Draco's aunt, in OoTP. Though Lucius might not have mentioned it.
"It's just the toaster," said Harry, getting to his feet. "Muggle technology. Crappy Muggle technology, designed to either burn bread or not-quite toast it.
Yes, indeedy deed. Heh!
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Toasters. WHY? Why have all these insane settings? I watched Kate and Leopold with La Diva when I was in LA, and I must confess that this point was made by Mr Ackman's unwillingly anachronistic character, and greeted by me with rather more in the way of noisy agreement than was strictly neccesary. But it's so true! Every time you DO have to put the damned toast in twice! EVERY time it's underdone the first time, and then you have to pop it back up half way through the second time to stop it from burning. It's insane!
...here endeth the rant. In the event that I do ever get the sequel off the ground, it will involve quite a lot of Wizards-among-the-Muggles. Draco amuses me vastly in the Muggle world.
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Fay. You now have to start this sequel. NOW. *end scary stalker mode*
I've read more than one hint, and they are starting to sound most intriguingly wonderful. If there's anything I can do to make it easier, I am your willing slave. Please, Fay. Please.
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The comma is this sentance worries me, though I can't quite put my finger on where it should be. Or whether it should have a friend.
Anyway-- I still love this fic. Even if Justin betrayed meDraco. For some reason, the image of Draco dealing with a Muggle kitchen is lovely; mind you, it's entirely possible that 'characters who come face to face with ordinary things they utterly don't understand' is one of my kinks, as I gave him a television set to play with in my last fic.
*forces self back to topic*
Good old Hedwig! *passes mouse*
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It bugged me too, and then I think I figured it out: it leaves a subclause open.
Better would be:He tried very hard not to think about the fact that, in a parallel universe where he was a little bit less conscientious, he would be upstairs having sex with Draco right now.
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You're not wrong, and I'm giggling like a maniac. I think you're probably right about the subclause and the substitution of could for would. Bless you.
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I adore this scene. Haven't laughed that hard for, oh, several chapters. :-) Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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Oh, I do love my boys. (Er, I mean 'our' boys. Don't want to be greedy...)
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