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Courtesy of bear I got a link to a Harry Potter fic that I cannot read while the children are in the house or they will wonder why Mama keeps giggling like an idiot. So, because my day so far contains events that need sorting out mentally before committing to screen, here's some blips from said gigglefic:

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Draco was sadly unable to roll his eyes in disgust, but he still did his damnedest to exude as much withering contempt as it was possible for a teenage boy to express whilst lying supine with his limbs contorted awkwardly, his muddy robes tangled around his knees and a large dog dribbling onto his face.

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"I've seen the light, haven't I? The scales have fallen from my eyes, and all that clichéd rubbish. I'm taking a stand for truth, justice, bunny rabbits and baby Muggles. The prodigal returned. Bring out the fatted calf. Did you miss me?"

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"The closet got too cramped. Me, the fur coats, the fir trees, the magic lion."

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"I, unlike certain people who shall remain nameless, but whose names might just possibly rhyme with Gone Measley and Barry Rotter, actually read the Herbology textbooks we were assigned," she said tartly.

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"But I'm not very good with plants," he said half-heartedly, glancing over at Harry for confirmation. Harry nodded.

"It's true. Remember that giggling orchid he had to look after? Silent as the grave the whole time. And the Venus Fly Trap became a vegetarian. Ron just doesn't have green thumbs. Well known fact."

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"Girls," he said, shaking his head.

"I beg your pardon?" Harry looked up to see Hermione with a dangerous glint in her eye. He swallowed. "Oh, not you. You don't count as a girl."

Strangely this compliment didn't have the desired effect. Hermione stood up herself, glaring at him.

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"Are the photographs really always like this? Frozen in place? I thought it was just a joke." Harry nodded. "It's thoroughly creepy, Potter. You keep expecting one of them to blink."

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"Made me wonder whether he got some of his ideas from that mad Austrian Muggle, the one with the little moustache. Chaplin, is it?"

"Hitler," said Harry, his voice shaking with suppressed, and slightly appalled, laughter. "I think you're thinking about Hitler."

"That's the one. Mad as a bag of frogs -- short dark haired bloke killing lots of other people because they weren't tall and blond and blue-eyed.

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Frequently the sensible course of action was to run the hell in the opposite direction and live to fight another day, or better yet, live to run the hell away again another day.

Today's movie trivia discovery:

Viggo Mortensen was in Witness, with Harrison Ford. I must have seen the movie about twenty times, never noticed him - not that odd, as he's onscreen for maybe 20 seconds and doesn't speak. And looks about 18 years old.

Corollary discovery, as I went to look this up on the web because I didn't believe it: four of the actors in LOTR had previously acted with Harrison Ford. Anybody know who they are, without resorting to IMDb?

follow-up post

Well, after being told that not providing a link after a lengthy quote is "like leaving the room after a good bout of foreplay - bad manners" (and, incidentally, after almost spluttering spaghetti sauce out my nose upon reading that), here's the link to the HP fic that bear sent me, Invisible To See, which, like almost all links she sends my way, is not PG-rated. Nor is it G. The author states that she is an adult ... writing for adults -- thus the inclusion of plot, semicolons, polysyllables, word games and the occasional spot of enthusiastic shagging..

Just thought I'd put that warning in, because last time I linked to an adult-rated fic, I kinda... didn't forget it was adult-rated, exactly... but somehow the rather startlingly graphic content passed me by on first read-through. Not that I didn't notice it (I'm not utterly clueless), but I guess that, being used to backpedalling with a shriek from most graphic fic (HP and otherwise), I thought it couldn't have been that graphic if I managed to read to the end of the story. Which, um, bzzt.

So, forewarned is forearmed :) It's still good, IMHO, and here's one last quote: "This potion Madam Pomfrey's got me drinking has played merry hell with my tastebuds; so far I've established that tea tastes blue, chocolate frogs taste of anchovies and liquorice tastes like a violin playing B flat. I can only imagine what grapes will be like."

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If overly-adult HP fic is not your cup of tea, here's another link:

Lupin’s Boggart Class with the Third Year Slytherins

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And if anybody was wondering what 4 actors in LOTR have worked with Harrison Ford, they are:

1. John Rhys-Davies (very dangerous!), Raiders of the Lost Arc, 1981
   
2. Viggo Mortenson, (blink-and-you-miss-him Amish farmer) Witness, 1985
   
3. Sean Bean, Patriot Games, 1992
   
4. Miranda Otto, What Lies Beneath, 2000

Says Daniel: So Gimli, Aragorn, Boromir, and Eowyn all worked with Han Solo!

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Last rehearsal before final concert of the year? Ouch. The acoustics are not great, and everybody is a little frazzled. And I, with my teeny-tiny little descant voice, ended up singing a teeny-tiny little descant solo today. Needless to say, I was not impressed. There were supposed to be two other descants with me, with, you know, audible voices. But one was at a meeting and the other hadn't been told we were it for that verse, so there I was, all by my little lonesome wandering about the high G's and A's.

Oh, and one of our pieces requires the sopranos to hit a high B. Go play it on your piano. It's high.

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Off to bed :)