Hiltrud Honeyduke was accustomed to seeing glee, delight, wonder and gluttony on the faces of her customers as they beheld the fantastic interior of the shop. The expression of complete and utter childish misery currently looking down at her was the worst she had seen since eleven year-old Icarus Malfoy had been informed that his mother would not ( Read more... )

Scar Tissue

A drabble. (Despite the title, it's not actually angsty)
Characters: Snape, Dumbledore
Warnings: None, no slash, no romance. A bit London-centric perhaps.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with JK Rowling's wonderful characters again, no money earned, no disrespect intended.

Snape barged into the Headmaster's office, blood-curdling snarl in place ( Read more... )

Had a wonderful day in Oxford on Saturday. Flatmate and I had tea and cake with a friend who was in town for her old professor's retirement party, which was a good chance to catch up on the gossip. Explorations of the city included a walk around Christ Church college and its infamous dining room (aka Hogwarts' Great Hall - flatmate rolled her eyes ( Read more... )

Here is my non-fluffy, slightly twisted post-HBP Snupin, for the 30-min challenge at Master and the Wolf. (Grown-ups only allowed into the site!)

As I'm an attention-seeking only child, I will also post it on fanfiction.net.

Missed
Summary: A few weeks after Dumbledore’s death, Remus Lupin vanishes.
Disclaimer: Characters and situations ( Read more... )

Oh joy! Oh rapture! Stress-induced writer's block is over, thanks to a sudden idea which came to me just in time for the 'Master and the Wolf' 30 min challenge! Will post it here (along with the link to the whole thing) once it's been posted over there. Anyone objecting to RL/NT will probably enjoy it. *Cackle*

And now for something completely ( Read more... )

Haven't written anything in ages. The last efforts were the Snucius drabbles below, which seemed to be delightfully popular - thanks guys - despite being bashed out in ten minutes, typed directly into LJ. Yes I am lazy. Which means it must be weeks since I've sat down and done anything which requires thought. Argh ( Read more... )

Once upon a time...

When I was ten years old, I read the 'Three Musketeers' for the fist time. Full of melodrama, endearing characters and a good old-fashioned good vs. evil struggle, it completely blew my mind. Assisted by the knowledge that by praising a 19th century pseudo-classic (too young to understand that it is usually left off the list of ( Read more... )

Finally bonding with my new house, after spending a very lazy Sunday flopping around in it - trying out the new bath, finding the best spot for curling up with a book, discovering that having a dishwasher is really, really wonderful! I never thought I would be the kind of person to have a dishwasher. Nor for that matter, becoming a coffee snob. ( Read more... )

It was rather wonderful, the way Severus had transformed Albus’ gift. Obviously unfamiliar with the concept of flowers as an aid to wooing, he had instead seized on the mood-roses’ uses within his own field of expertise and made use of them accordingly.

Albus twinkled a little at the mental image of his clever young colleague receiving the ( Read more... )

Just got back from an incredible week and a half on the Côte d'Azur and can't bear to do any work yet. Still feeling far too languid for that. Natch.

Things I have learned on my holiday:

- The Rolling Stones are probably the best live band in the history of the world. I went to see them in Nice expecting a good show, but was absolutely blown away. I ( Read more... )