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gmonkey42 -- may it be your most fabulous year yet! In your honor:
Title: A Type of Happy Return
Rating: G
Era: Post-DH
Characters: Lockhart, Lupin, and...
Words: 100
Remus Lupin had never expected ward 49 of St. Mungo's to become one of his favorite places to haunt after his death. However, Gilderoy Lockhart was one of the few people his age who retained no memory of Lupin's lycanthropy or his marriage, and Lupin found the man's latter-day lack of guile a relief after his shifts at Hogwarts (where he was now teaching modern history, there being no objections to incorporeal werewolves on payroll).
It also didn't hurt that Lockhart's lap was frequently occupied by a black cat -- one with a fondness for batting at peacock feather quills.
Quick recs:
"Ctorres" wrote a Whomping Willow/Mrs. Norris drabble for me earlier this year. I came across it tonight while hunting for something else and am delighted all over again.
pixychelle's The Scribbling Lark and the Blackthorn Tree [Neville/Luna, 13K -- I barely have attention for 130 words these days, but as with the rest of Chelle's oeuvre, this fic is so, so worth it. And while the whole blessed thing is wonderful, those of you familiar with my tastes will recognise the moment I shot from general "yay, Pixy-fic!" happiness into High Flail of Out of Left Field Glee. :-) ]
[Speaking of field and flail, the baseball playoffs are upon us and I fully expect the Cubs to come up with some new way toshred my heart into so many peanut-sized fragments spectacularly not make it to the World Series yet again. Chicago baseball teams constitute my anti-fluff fandom, come to think of it -- who needs fantasy angst when there's MLB standings?]
Five Small Victories for Professor Remus J. Lupin, bymagnetic_pole. Maggie writes wise, witty fics with sly humor and sometimes hints of Snupin. This paragraph in particular is a gem:
And now it's time for me to finish my shot of sake and slide into my own bed, even though a part of me wants to continue cooking my Howl-o-ween bunny, which seems to have grown a third ear. Which is also true of the two fics actually ahead of it in the queue. *flummoxed*
gmonkey42 -- may it be your most fabulous year yet! In your honor:Title: A Type of Happy Return
Rating: G
Era: Post-DH
Characters: Lockhart, Lupin, and...
Words: 100
Remus Lupin had never expected ward 49 of St. Mungo's to become one of his favorite places to haunt after his death. However, Gilderoy Lockhart was one of the few people his age who retained no memory of Lupin's lycanthropy or his marriage, and Lupin found the man's latter-day lack of guile a relief after his shifts at Hogwarts (where he was now teaching modern history, there being no objections to incorporeal werewolves on payroll).
It also didn't hurt that Lockhart's lap was frequently occupied by a black cat -- one with a fondness for batting at peacock feather quills.
Quick recs:
"Ctorres" wrote a Whomping Willow/Mrs. Norris drabble for me earlier this year. I came across it tonight while hunting for something else and am delighted all over again.
pixychelle's The Scribbling Lark and the Blackthorn Tree [Neville/Luna, 13K -- I barely have attention for 130 words these days, but as with the rest of Chelle's oeuvre, this fic is so, so worth it. And while the whole blessed thing is wonderful, those of you familiar with my tastes will recognise the moment I shot from general "yay, Pixy-fic!" happiness into High Flail of Out of Left Field Glee. :-) ][Speaking of field and flail, the baseball playoffs are upon us and I fully expect the Cubs to come up with some new way to
Five Small Victories for Professor Remus J. Lupin, by
magnetic_pole. Maggie writes wise, witty fics with sly humor and sometimes hints of Snupin. This paragraph in particular is a gem:
Victory the second: His boggart had not turned into an entire classroom full of skeptical, reluctant students, as he feared, but a harmless silver orb he could vanish with a flick of his wand. Remus Lupin has conquered silver orbs every month of his life for as long as he can remember, and he's relieved to discover that even his subconscious agrees that the students are less threatening.
And now it's time for me to finish my shot of sake and slide into my own bed, even though a part of me wants to continue cooking my Howl-o-ween bunny, which seems to have grown a third ear. Which is also true of the two fics actually ahead of it in the queue. *flummoxed*
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