Christmas Eve Countdown: 5 days
I'm in a bloody great mood today. Even if I have typoe'ed plan as plant about seven hundred times today. Oi vey. I hate you, deepsix.
Mistletoe Magic stories are coming in now, yay! Must tonight email everyone who's not submitted a story yet to remind them of deadline (for story or for "I'll make it, really" note) tomorrow.
... I just nearly tried to take a bite off my cake using my pen. Um. Should watch what I'm doing, really.
Aaaaand there's random feedback for Evitar in my inbox! Yay! (I should really start writing again. And I will, honest.)
Speaking of which, here's a drabble written for my application for Dolosus, in which I play Terence Higgs. Terence is a bitter, angry bloke.
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He still dreams of Quidditch, sometimes -- not about playing pro, but about being back at Hogwarts, before Draco Malfoy, before Harry Potter, the last year Slytherin were the undisputed rulers of the Quidditch field. He wakes up from these dreams bathing in sweat and gasping for breath.
He wonders, sometimes, what would've happened had things gone differently. If he hadn't been kicked off the team, would he have found a team more easily? Would he have injured his knee? Would he have ended up in a non-descript apartment in Muggle London, living two seperate lives, both of them lies?
Can't wait to get home and put up my tree! Presents! Christmas! Two weeks off! Wheeee!
Aaand now I've got to go, because our internet's going down in a minute. Blar.
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