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Gyms and things
I had my assessment at the gym yesterday. It was a truly remarkable hour if one can link ‘gym’ with ‘remarkable’. The lady who talked to me knew exactly the level to pitch the conversation at and she did wonders for my self-confidence. Now I just need to put into practice what she preached. There is a local walking group in my area, which meets once a week. I had no idea it existed. I will be joining them next Monday.
It is 12 weeks til Chamber of Secrets comes out. I have a target to aim for.
Stories
Tine has been slashing the lighthouse scene from Chapter 11 of Coming of Age I haven’t even written yet. Debbie wrote something for the scene as well. Now I am desperate to get that chapter finished. The subtext is there, but I’m not sure I can write it as het now.
I’ve stalled a bit with Resolution as I’ve been preoccupied with other things. I’ve got it plotted out now thanks to helpful people who sent me their Dark Magic ideas (and other helpful people who sent me their sex ideas *grins*). I think the chapter might have to be split -- nice fluffy first half ... darker but still fluffy second half. I have written some Tom Riddle stuff for it but I’m not convinced it is right.
The story I had for Harry’s birthday didn’t get finished. The original idea turned into something called Crop Circles, which I didn’t post here. It can be found here if you are interested. I am debating whether to make it NC-17 as a companion piece to Draco’s birthday fic (08042002), or whether to return to my original idea for 31072002! Of course, I could just combine them.
The shape moved closer, almost gliding over the undulating lake of energy that surrounded Draco. “Well, you have me instead.” It moved around, behind the kneeling boy and Draco felt a breath against his neck. “I’ve come to help you sort out your troubled mind.”
Draco felt rather than saw his own wand appear by his shoulder. He was aware of the energy pulsing from it and knew it was his own. It pointed towards the candle, which flared into life again. The sudden brightness after the total blackness startled him and he raised an arm protectively over his eyes. Blinking, he watched as the light reflected off the energy that surrounded him. He made to stand, but two firm hands on his shoulders held him down.
“Oh no, you stay where you are. This is not a spell for you to break. After all, you’ve spent all evening creating this exquisite setting, it would be a shame to waste it now.” The voice was close to his ear now, whispering.
“Who are you?” Draco hoped his voice was steady -- neutral. His hands returned to his thighs, gripping at the material of his robes as if the only way to keep his sanity was to hold onto something from the real world. “I have a right to know if I Called you.”
“In time. All in good time. I will have all your answers, but first I want to look at you and see how you’ve changed and grown. Take down your hood.”
The voice had moved away and Draco looked round. The figure was swathed in midnight black robes and he now stood several feet away towering over the kneeling figure. The face and hands were hidden in the voluminous material. Finally, Draco pulled the hood down, shaking his hair free without thinking.
Silence filled the room and Draco was aware of the other’s scrutiny.
“Your father said you had changed since the summer. He’s right.”
Draco frowned, trying to see into the cowl of the robes. The figure moved again, seeming to glide on top of the rippling energy that filled the room. It came to a halt in front of him and finally the candlelight illuminated some of the face. He could see the shape plane of the cheekbones and realised he could have been looking at Harry.
“Don’t you remember me, Draco? I was at the manor last summer. I watched you play Quidditch.”
“No....” Draco’s mouth made the shape of the word but no sound came out. The figure stepped forward a few paces before crouching down in front of the kneeling boy. He pulled down his own hood, revealing a shock of black hair. The eyes that met his were dark, almost black but within the darkness Draco thought he saw a gleam of red flash in the depth. And the power emanating from the person who looked no older than Draco was palpable. He recognised it. Remembered it. Feared it.
The figure smiled as he saw recognition in the wide grey eyes that stared at him. He reached out a hand and brushed a strand of blond hair from Draco’s face, smiling as the boy tried not to flinch from his touch. “So you remember our summer?”
Draco finally managed to regain some semblance of control. His back straightened and he returned the look with his own self-assured expression. “I remember.” Unfortunately the tremble on his voice betrayed all the care he had put into his stance.
“Of course you do, my dear Draco. I hear you are troubled and I have come to make sure you choose the right path.” With that Tom Riddle rose to his feet and held out a hand. “Come, why don’t we go and see the source of your problems.”
I had my assessment at the gym yesterday. It was a truly remarkable hour if one can link ‘gym’ with ‘remarkable’. The lady who talked to me knew exactly the level to pitch the conversation at and she did wonders for my self-confidence. Now I just need to put into practice what she preached. There is a local walking group in my area, which meets once a week. I had no idea it existed. I will be joining them next Monday.
It is 12 weeks til Chamber of Secrets comes out. I have a target to aim for.
Stories
Tine has been slashing the lighthouse scene from Chapter 11 of Coming of Age I haven’t even written yet. Debbie wrote something for the scene as well. Now I am desperate to get that chapter finished. The subtext is there, but I’m not sure I can write it as het now.
I’ve stalled a bit with Resolution as I’ve been preoccupied with other things. I’ve got it plotted out now thanks to helpful people who sent me their Dark Magic ideas (and other helpful people who sent me their sex ideas *grins*). I think the chapter might have to be split -- nice fluffy first half ... darker but still fluffy second half. I have written some Tom Riddle stuff for it but I’m not convinced it is right.
The story I had for Harry’s birthday didn’t get finished. The original idea turned into something called Crop Circles, which I didn’t post here. It can be found here if you are interested. I am debating whether to make it NC-17 as a companion piece to Draco’s birthday fic (08042002), or whether to return to my original idea for 31072002! Of course, I could just combine them.
The shape moved closer, almost gliding over the undulating lake of energy that surrounded Draco. “Well, you have me instead.” It moved around, behind the kneeling boy and Draco felt a breath against his neck. “I’ve come to help you sort out your troubled mind.”
Draco felt rather than saw his own wand appear by his shoulder. He was aware of the energy pulsing from it and knew it was his own. It pointed towards the candle, which flared into life again. The sudden brightness after the total blackness startled him and he raised an arm protectively over his eyes. Blinking, he watched as the light reflected off the energy that surrounded him. He made to stand, but two firm hands on his shoulders held him down.
“Oh no, you stay where you are. This is not a spell for you to break. After all, you’ve spent all evening creating this exquisite setting, it would be a shame to waste it now.” The voice was close to his ear now, whispering.
“Who are you?” Draco hoped his voice was steady -- neutral. His hands returned to his thighs, gripping at the material of his robes as if the only way to keep his sanity was to hold onto something from the real world. “I have a right to know if I Called you.”
“In time. All in good time. I will have all your answers, but first I want to look at you and see how you’ve changed and grown. Take down your hood.”
The voice had moved away and Draco looked round. The figure was swathed in midnight black robes and he now stood several feet away towering over the kneeling figure. The face and hands were hidden in the voluminous material. Finally, Draco pulled the hood down, shaking his hair free without thinking.
Silence filled the room and Draco was aware of the other’s scrutiny.
“Your father said you had changed since the summer. He’s right.”
Draco frowned, trying to see into the cowl of the robes. The figure moved again, seeming to glide on top of the rippling energy that filled the room. It came to a halt in front of him and finally the candlelight illuminated some of the face. He could see the shape plane of the cheekbones and realised he could have been looking at Harry.
“Don’t you remember me, Draco? I was at the manor last summer. I watched you play Quidditch.”
“No....” Draco’s mouth made the shape of the word but no sound came out. The figure stepped forward a few paces before crouching down in front of the kneeling boy. He pulled down his own hood, revealing a shock of black hair. The eyes that met his were dark, almost black but within the darkness Draco thought he saw a gleam of red flash in the depth. And the power emanating from the person who looked no older than Draco was palpable. He recognised it. Remembered it. Feared it.
The figure smiled as he saw recognition in the wide grey eyes that stared at him. He reached out a hand and brushed a strand of blond hair from Draco’s face, smiling as the boy tried not to flinch from his touch. “So you remember our summer?”
Draco finally managed to regain some semblance of control. His back straightened and he returned the look with his own self-assured expression. “I remember.” Unfortunately the tremble on his voice betrayed all the care he had put into his stance.
“Of course you do, my dear Draco. I hear you are troubled and I have come to make sure you choose the right path.” With that Tom Riddle rose to his feet and held out a hand. “Come, why don’t we go and see the source of your problems.”