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A few nights ago I was complaining to Megan that the heat in the building always seems to shut off late at night and not come back on until morning. That night it didn't and hasn't since. Yesterday, there were sections of clementine, that I'm sure had just fallen out of someone's trash, seemingly placed neatly by our door. This building is odd. Not in a bad way, but odd.

Meanwhile, there's been a sudden spate of casting notices for male Shakespeare roles I'd kill to play in productions willing to cast women in the roles. I'm refraining from going to the one for Tybalt (I don't want to do a Theatreworks tour, and I'm hardly a Lucy Liu type), but I'm not going to miss the one for Brutus. I mean, really!

HBP fic

This is one of those not really in the Descensus arc, but in the Descensus arc things.

It happens long after our story will conclude, and in fact, even after one of the several of epilogues we are planning to write for it. So on some level it is a spoiler, but not really. Use your judgement if you want to be spoiled. Lucius is in Azkaban at this point, this is probably happening during Book 6, but does not contain spoilers. The tenses are all over the place intentionally, although I find I am still playing with them in places.

It's Severus/Narcissa, with allusions to both their involvements with Lucius. It's not pornographic at all, although it is about sex, more or less. And it's bittersweet as hell. And I'm really proud of it. There is, of course, a tremendous amount of debt to Kali, but I'd rather wax poetic about it to her than you guys. Just you know, she rocks.

( also, it's pretty damn poetic )