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lls_mutantWell, back from my weekend home. I bought my circus tent bridesmaid's dress for my sister's wedding. It's not that the dress is ugly. Actually, it's very tasteful. It's tank straps with a little beading around the neckline and the empire waist, and otherwise plain. No bows. No ruffles. Nothing gaudy. Hunter green (I'm a blonde- hunter green looks great on me). It's just that it's a maternity dress, and thefore could double as a circus tent. But that's not at all my sis's fault!
At least I'll get to wear it again, since we have another wedding to go to the weekend after!
I never did finish my image of Harry Potter article (I still need to get some artists' permissions). But I did write an article on book-to-movie adaptations. It was rather entertaining- to me, at least :) And of course, now I need another article or review. It's Star Wars/Trek theme week coming up at Mutant Reviewers from Hell, so either I need to review a Star Wars or Trek movie, or write an article. Justin wants more Trek stuff, but I'm not at all a Trekkie. I guess I could rate the various attractiveness of male members of the casts. But honestly, why? I don't care if you prefer Kirk or Picard, neither of them comes even close to Han Solo. So why bother? Han Solo is the hottest thing in hyperspace, full stop.
Accidentally In Love is plodding along. It always goes this way. It plods for a few weeks, and then I get frustrated and pound it out. Want a snippet? Let me see what I can dig up.
The Werewolf Registry Office looked the same as it always had. Remus sat on one of the old chairs, elbows resting on his knees as he twisted his fingers together. Funny that he should be nervous over something like this, something that didn't really affect his own life. But his stomach was twisting with nerves and his palms were sweating.
"Mr. Lupin?" the secretary finally said. "Mr. Macnair will see you now."
Shit. He'd been hoping for Diggory. Diggory would have been more understanding, more likely to grant permission. He almost gave up and left the room. "Thank you," he said, following the secretary back to Macnair's office.
Remus had never liked Alvin Macnair, and certainly the feeling had been mutual. But today Macnair stood up as Remus entered the room. "Lupin," he said courteously, almost jovially. "This is unexpected. What can I do for you today?"
Remus took a deep breath. "I've been asked to serve as a witness for a wedding," he explained. "I've come to apply for permission to do so."
"Well." Macnair flipped open the file on his desk. "A wedding, you say?"
"Yes. Frank Longbottom and Alice Fenwick."
A form appeared. And a quill. Remus's breath caught in his throat. "When would this wedding be?"
"Thursday afternoon."
"Place?"
"Here at the Ministry."
"Other witnesses?"
"Sirius Black."
"Others attending?"
"Just whoever is officiating."
"Small affair, I see." The quill was scratching over the paper. "Well, Lupin, we've had our differences, but I see from your file that there is absolutely no reason to deny you your right. In fact," he said, looking up from his work with what could almost be termed a leer, "there's every reason to grant it to you. Glad you wised up, boy."
Startled, Remus grunted noncommittally.
Macnair handed over a copy of the form. "Give this to the officiating witch or wizard, and make sure a copy of it is attached to their records. And if you need anything else Lupin, come to me and not Diggory. We repay those who serve us," he added with a wink.
Remus couldn't escape the office fast enough.
Y'know, I like giving snippets.
Oh well. Time to head home and go grocery shopping. Oh joy. Oh bliss.
At least I'll get to wear it again, since we have another wedding to go to the weekend after!
I never did finish my image of Harry Potter article (I still need to get some artists' permissions). But I did write an article on book-to-movie adaptations. It was rather entertaining- to me, at least :) And of course, now I need another article or review. It's Star Wars/Trek theme week coming up at Mutant Reviewers from Hell, so either I need to review a Star Wars or Trek movie, or write an article. Justin wants more Trek stuff, but I'm not at all a Trekkie. I guess I could rate the various attractiveness of male members of the casts. But honestly, why? I don't care if you prefer Kirk or Picard, neither of them comes even close to Han Solo. So why bother? Han Solo is the hottest thing in hyperspace, full stop.
Accidentally In Love is plodding along. It always goes this way. It plods for a few weeks, and then I get frustrated and pound it out. Want a snippet? Let me see what I can dig up.
The Werewolf Registry Office looked the same as it always had. Remus sat on one of the old chairs, elbows resting on his knees as he twisted his fingers together. Funny that he should be nervous over something like this, something that didn't really affect his own life. But his stomach was twisting with nerves and his palms were sweating.
"Mr. Lupin?" the secretary finally said. "Mr. Macnair will see you now."
Shit. He'd been hoping for Diggory. Diggory would have been more understanding, more likely to grant permission. He almost gave up and left the room. "Thank you," he said, following the secretary back to Macnair's office.
Remus had never liked Alvin Macnair, and certainly the feeling had been mutual. But today Macnair stood up as Remus entered the room. "Lupin," he said courteously, almost jovially. "This is unexpected. What can I do for you today?"
Remus took a deep breath. "I've been asked to serve as a witness for a wedding," he explained. "I've come to apply for permission to do so."
"Well." Macnair flipped open the file on his desk. "A wedding, you say?"
"Yes. Frank Longbottom and Alice Fenwick."
A form appeared. And a quill. Remus's breath caught in his throat. "When would this wedding be?"
"Thursday afternoon."
"Place?"
"Here at the Ministry."
"Other witnesses?"
"Sirius Black."
"Others attending?"
"Just whoever is officiating."
"Small affair, I see." The quill was scratching over the paper. "Well, Lupin, we've had our differences, but I see from your file that there is absolutely no reason to deny you your right. In fact," he said, looking up from his work with what could almost be termed a leer, "there's every reason to grant it to you. Glad you wised up, boy."
Startled, Remus grunted noncommittally.
Macnair handed over a copy of the form. "Give this to the officiating witch or wizard, and make sure a copy of it is attached to their records. And if you need anything else Lupin, come to me and not Diggory. We repay those who serve us," he added with a wink.
Remus couldn't escape the office fast enough.
Y'know, I like giving snippets.
Oh well. Time to head home and go grocery shopping. Oh joy. Oh bliss.
