Fic: Secrets, secrets, are no fun

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Went on a college visit Friday. Am officially (yes, officially!) in love with the Commonwealth for which I am middle-named. *in love* Farms! Hills! Trees! THE LOCALS wow my roots my beautiful hick roots of which I am unashamed! And rain was really nice too

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[virginia_bell]

Your drabbles kill me. And the incestuous undertone? Gah. Just brilliant. :D

I always take up issues with second movements

You're not the only one. I could never memorise the slow movements very well. x.x

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Hee, I hope they don't kill you in any way that's remotely permanent...*pokes* Mwaha, you know, incest is sort of my favourite, and the Gaunts lend themselves so canonically wonderfully to it (and are quite wonderful themselves, so, I have a fanciful idea that maybe I won't die doing fanfic100). Though, I've been writing a lot of Meropeness lately, and I should really leave her alone, because well, you know. ;)

And gah, I was so going to castrate that second movement today. I think it might be that my hands are too small (or I'm just too stupid) for the whole pick-up-your-hand-and-move-it-awkwardly-an-octave-or-so-every-two-beats thing. But Chopin is serious love, so I shall suffer through it and win at life eventually I hope. :D

[virginia_bell]

*wakes from the dead* Hee, I'd love to see you write Morfin because Merope is MINE, precious. :D

I always felt my hands were too small as well. My piano teacher can stretch a tenth, whereas I can only manage a ninth comfortably. Octaves aren't hard to reach, just a pain in the ass to play. I played this Rachmaninoff prelude a couple of years ago with this HORRIBLE octave run, and it was supposed to be getting louder and louder as you went along...and it was miserable. *sulks*

[tomiko_the_muse]

I'm half hick, half Jew, and I AM PROUD, DAMMIT. Together, we make 1 1/2 hick. Aww.
Drabble looks good from the few paragraphs I read of it. (I will not give in to your GauntFanlove! *flails*)

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Well...this is my darkest secret, but technically I'm only half-hick - my father's from that old "respectable" northern stock and whatnot. But I sort of forget about that sometimes. *whistles*

And gah! You mean to tell you me that aren't absolutely taken with the Gaunts and that from the very moment you met them you weren't absolutely fascinated? Ahh! They're totally my claim for fanfic100, you know. *grin* It's only a matter of time, my dear. It is my new mission in life to make you squee at least a little over them, because they're too deliciously messed up not to appreciate on some wonderfully depraved level. *squeeshiver* I'm sure Tory will help me make you see the light of Gauntcestuouslove - her and I are probably the only rabid Morfin fangirls in the world. :D