The rabid bunnies have been very good -- real life was consuming for the weekend and now UberGeek's back has gone out on him, so I'm being solicitous (does he ever whinge ... but he's rather pitiful.) Otherwise, I might get to finish the drabble-monster today. Of course, there's not coupling at all in this little story. My stories are usually better regulated than this.
All in that learning experience, don't you think.
Having said all of this, I loved your drabble! It's just too, too amusing.
Men and bad backs are a dreadful combination, in my experience. UberGeek has my sympathy, but you have even more for having to put up with it and him! ;)
I never envisioned coupling (of any kind!) in the drabble-monster, so you don't have to worry about me and any expectations, my dear. And if you feel that you've learnt something by attempting to tame this rabid bunny, then I'm even more pleased. It makes life interesting, doesn't it?
That they are! It was worse when he was trying to stay upright and doing things ... hobbling and moaning. At least I've gotten him flat and plugged into the tube with a stack of DVDs! Whew!
There's nothing like coupling anywhere within a yard of this fic! Please don't be worried about it. I'm actually having a blast writing it.
And just because you've been so wonderful about it, I'll feed you the opening paragraphs to see what you think.
The Weasleys' home had never been as resplendent as the night Fleur Delacour claimed their eldest son for her husband. Skeptics among the guests had their concerns obliterated by the bride’s incandescent joy
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I love this! You are a darling, darling woman!
My poor children wanted to know what was wrong with me! They said I was 'cackling'! Eeek!
This is too, too funny.
Of course, Minerva didn't think it was terribly funny, but Severus is terribly relieved!
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Thank you so much, my dear. I am heeeeening at your cackling.
Poor Minerva. I think an adult Hermione would probably be one of the very few to match her.
(How's it going? I hope the rabid bunnies haven't run you ragged.)
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All in that learning experience, don't you think.
Having said all of this, I loved your drabble! It's just too, too amusing.
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I never envisioned coupling (of any kind!) in the drabble-monster, so you don't have to worry about me and any expectations, my dear. And if you feel that you've learnt something by attempting to tame this rabid bunny, then I'm even more pleased. It makes life interesting, doesn't it?
Thank you again!
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There's nothing like coupling anywhere within a yard of this fic! Please don't be worried about it. I'm actually having a blast writing it.
And just because you've been so wonderful about it, I'll feed you the opening paragraphs to see what you think.
The Weasleys' home had never been as resplendent as the night Fleur Delacour claimed their eldest son for her husband. Skeptics among the guests had their concerns obliterated by the bride’s incandescent joy ( ... )
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Oh! I am in love with it already! I particularly like Hermione half-heartedly giving Ron his final chance. Oh - and that Fleur is happy.
*twirls you*
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Thank you, thank you.
Now I have to go write a battle sequence. ::grins::
I really enjoy writing battle sequences for some odd reason. All those samurai films perhaps.
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How many words over are you now?
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Well, I'm over drabble length by about 4,200 words. ::hides::
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