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Argh. My head hurts. I really, really hate this.
I am trying to write my UTMB FQF fic (Alice/Narcissa), but it is kind of hard when your head feels like its being pounded with a hammer. I also plan, at the moment, to write a Ted Tonks/Severus Snape fic. I've never written Snape. Ever. So that should be really fun.
Volume one of Utena arrived today. I have to save up for volume two now, because I am so broke. I hate it when this happens.
I also wrote a Luna drabble some time ago. I thought I should post it here:
I guess I’m not like other girls.
When I was little Mummy used to say, you can’t do that, it’s impossible. But even Mummy wanted to hold the world in her hands. I think Mummy was just too scared to believe. Most adults are. I would have grown up and turned out just the same, if Mummy hadn’t died.
Daddy was sad, for a while. But he believed, and he never said words like impossible or unlikely. So I didn’t stop dreaming, and one day I grew up.
And growing up didn’t mean I had to change.
They called me Loony Lovegood, and I guess I am. But I can see the shadows in Ginny’s eyes, the pain in Harry’s smile.
I know they want to believe too.
I am trying to write my UTMB FQF fic (Alice/Narcissa), but it is kind of hard when your head feels like its being pounded with a hammer. I also plan, at the moment, to write a Ted Tonks/Severus Snape fic. I've never written Snape. Ever. So that should be really fun.
Volume one of Utena arrived today. I have to save up for volume two now, because I am so broke. I hate it when this happens.
I also wrote a Luna drabble some time ago. I thought I should post it here:
I guess I’m not like other girls.
When I was little Mummy used to say, you can’t do that, it’s impossible. But even Mummy wanted to hold the world in her hands. I think Mummy was just too scared to believe. Most adults are. I would have grown up and turned out just the same, if Mummy hadn’t died.
Daddy was sad, for a while. But he believed, and he never said words like impossible or unlikely. So I didn’t stop dreaming, and one day I grew up.
And growing up didn’t mean I had to change.
They called me Loony Lovegood, and I guess I am. But I can see the shadows in Ginny’s eyes, the pain in Harry’s smile.
I know they want to believe too.