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The fact that I've spent ten minutes trying to decide whether or not to get coffee probably means that I need some.

Right? Right.

Like, OMG so accurate!!1!

Voldemort's daughter with Lily Potter, and
Sirius Black's Sekrit Lover
You are the result of an accident involving Lily
Potter, a time turner and Lord Voldemort's
favourite hangout bar. You do not, of course,
know this yet, but your readers are clued in
from page one, where your author has lovingly
described your beautiful red eyes that match
your shiny red hair. You go to school with the
Marauders, and you are their cool Slytherin
friend. You are a Pekingese Animagus, and you
fall in love at first sight with Padfoot on one
of your evening walks where you're practicing
being your animal form. Peter Pettigrew has a
secret crush on you, but you insist on snogging
Sirius senseless in his presence anyway, which
causes Peter to turn traitor. In other words,
you are the cause of the whole bloody mess, and
in a weird way, the saviour of the Wizarding
World.


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Meme, revisited

Okay, the first line meme again. This thing is far too handy.

Works in Progress
Dreams of Shreds & Tatters:
In her dreams she drowned.

Prayers to Broken Stone:
Rain falls on the rue du Dragon, pours from the gutters and drips from curling wrought iron balconies to splash against the cobbles below.

Halls of Dust & Clay:
The Terminal is never beautiful.

Crepuscule:
Death was no stranger within the walls of Erisin.

The Drowning City:
Symir. The Drowning City.

An exile, but at least it was an interesting one.

"Flotsam" (Waiting for the Frog):
Three long days in Connemara, and on that third summer-short night Rebecca Monaghan admits a truth to herself.

She’s come home to die.

"Blue Valentine":
John Valentine drives into Dallas with twilight at his back. Early February darkness ahead, lead-bellied sky pushing down, threatening to crush the city, and only the neon-edged spikes of downtown hold it at bay.

"Through a Mirror Clear" (was Fire & Glass):
She watches from her tower as the sky burns.

"Fossil Heart":
Nan woke to thunder, to the press of hot flesh and a weight on her chest that stole her breath.

"Rain Dogs":
Nathan Killerlain is having a bad night.

The untitled House of the Rising Sun story that I haven't totally given up hope for:
All Souls Night and the gutters still brim with shed Hallows' skin.

Right now Flotsam and Blue Valentine are the shorts most in progress, but I'll take anything they'll give me.