Ghosts (repost), Severus/OFC, 42/48

Ghosts (repost), Severus/OFC, 42/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG
Author’s Notes:

If you don’t know what this is, please read this.

Despite a recent tune-up, this was written in 2001 and is not compliant with the current state of the HP universe.

Your feedback and commentary are always welcome, even for a time capsule such as this.

You can find all chapters here.

If you’re looking for slash, het, poly, Book-6 compliant Slytherin backstory please visit the recently updated Fascilis Descensus Averno a WIP written with kalichan. It features Severus Severus, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time.
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.

( ”But I will not hesitate to tell you, as I told him, that I think this is a terrible idea.” )

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This is amazing. For the first time ever, I feel no soreness at all the day after dance class. Now I just need to register at the city gym thing leopard_lady is going to so I can go swimming a couple of times a week and I should be set.

I had nightmares about eating thin mints (gluten).

Tomorrow I am taking teh day off work and: 1. seeing a screening of Blood Diamond that I'm being paid to review, having gluten-free pasta at Risotteria and then going to the Ellen Kushner/Naomi Novick reading which I'll also write up for the Entertainment articles thing Gather has me doing. Not bad.

Tonight, hopefully, the fellow who does our fencing uniforms will be there with the pattern for my knickers, as I want to sew them this month. I also need to get around to ordering a ton of crap, but I want to collect the four paychecks I have floating around out in the ether first. The bulk of them should actually arrive today.

Aie, fencing tonight. I feel unprepared. Which I just thing is a reality of Mondays after that gap from Wednesday. As much as I've hated trudging to classes in the cold and wet (despite how nice the weather has been, it seems to always be raining or otherwise gross on class days), I am increasingly concerned about the summer. that's a lot of clothes in an NYC summer. And I don't do well in heat. Maybe being stronger means I'll swoon less? But seriously, I'm a fainter. I frigging hate that.

I am groggy, not sure why, other than it's 10am, and I don't really function at this hour in the winter.

I am about 60 pages in to The Vinter's Luck. It's really an amazing book, but reading it is making me so stresed, for reasons I can't put my finger on. The prose is beautiful, well-suited to being read aloud, and the way it unfolds, fabulous, fabulous, but I feel like I can't breathe when I'm reading it.

Baroque stuff

Grah. I really want to go to this:

http://www.newyorkhistoricaldance.com/aem2007winterww.htm but have no idea if it's logistically viable. My current theory, that I will research tonight is going just for Saturday and Sunday, and possibly commuting for each day of it.

I suppose I've decided I want to be really really good a this world I'm making up for myself.