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rose_griffes) wrote2007-08-28 09:51 pm
rose_griffes) wrote2007-08-28 09:51 pm
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Finally! Stupid thing took like an hour to post... and it's not very exciting.
eta: it's here, for anyone else who wants to try... you'll get an error message and have to wait a *long* time, but it does eventually work.
I hate to admit it, but taking the time to cook dinner puts me in a better mood. (Thinking about cooking doesn't. Buying groceries doesn't. Washing dishes doesn't.) I think the fifth book has a reference to him turning against Voldemort (and then being killed). Anyway, I feel very silly but considering that I don't dabble in HP fandom that I might hunt down some fic. Gah, I just realized, I don't know how much of a blessing that is for me." She heard the bitterness in her voice but refused to say anymore when he asked.
In her dream that night like a stone falling under the water's surface. The hallway wasn't silent this time. A distant wail--was that a baby crying?--came from behind the new door. She looked at it and lifted her hand to touch the doorknob when she realized she had the pistol in her hand. She turned and walked to the other door. He was by himself this time; stepping towards her, smiling, dark eyes crinkling in the corners in the way that she loved. She pulled the trigger twice then woke up with a start.
eta: it's here, for anyone else who wants to try... you'll get an error message and have to wait a *long* time, but it does eventually work.
I hate to admit it, but taking the time to cook dinner puts me in a better mood. (Thinking about cooking doesn't. Buying groceries doesn't. Washing dishes doesn't.) I think the fifth book has a reference to him turning against Voldemort (and then being killed). Anyway, I feel very silly but considering that I don't dabble in HP fandom that I might hunt down some fic. Gah, I just realized, I don't know how much of a blessing that is for me." She heard the bitterness in her voice but refused to say anymore when he asked.
In her dream that night like a stone falling under the water's surface. The hallway wasn't silent this time. A distant wail--was that a baby crying?--came from behind the new door. She looked at it and lifted her hand to touch the doorknob when she realized she had the pistol in her hand. She turned and walked to the other door. He was by himself this time; stepping towards her, smiling, dark eyes crinkling in the corners in the way that she loved. She pulled the trigger twice then woke up with a start.