Seasonal || Snowing Hogwarts.

[. Winter Song .]





This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon;
It rolls in from the sea.

My voice, a beacon in the night;
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love…

They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.

They say we’re buried far,
Just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
‘Cause you’re not where you belong:
Inside my arms.

I still believe in summer days;
The seasons always change,
And life will find a way.

I’ll be your harvester of life
And send it out tonight
So we can start again.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
‘Cause you’re not where you belong:
Inside my arms.

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon;
It rolls in from the sea.

My love, a beacon in the night;
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?...

Winter Song by Sara Bareilles.


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    Winter by Tori Amos.
HP || Happy witch hopping.

Hoggywartyxmas Rec Post

First: Printed every entry from the fest. Double-sided (‘cept photos) & narrow-margins, mindful of spacing - an inch-tall pile when pressed flat. Impressive. Finished reading & squee-scribbling today.

Second: Have carried the stack of fannish delights just about everywhere. Chiropractor said, "Your font is so cool! Are you editing?" "No, commenting--squeeing, mostly." A man at the pub trying to chat me up near close asked the same, responded without looking up so he scoffed, "Just enjoying your life then?" which a) sure am trying & b) made me repeat, "No, enjoying friends' stories and art." The running theme since start of the fest.

Third: One page has nail varnish I spilled on myself & had to wipe off somewhere. Thankfully it's green on a Snape story, though we know how he feels about sparkling... Well, I framed him in it, but it's not the worst framing he's known.

Anyway, this was difficult. I enjoyed working my way through the whole fest; not a day disappointed me. Going through my stack, I ended up with 10 contenders for Top Recs plus some I had to mention, as well as my own gift. Have cheated my way down to 6-as-5 Top Recs & shall include the rest, then back to typing up my comments from the printed sheets for posting.

Rec List

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Mentions

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My Gift!

A Very Kinky Christmas

| Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomfrey, Hogwarts staff; Teen; 1.5kwords; When the students are gone, the professors come out to play.

And play they do! Naughty naughty, you'll get caughty... But caught up in each other seems to be what they're into when their Secret Santa turns Filibusted. Leaves a whole bunch of unsupervised Christmassy fun up to the imagination; watch out for the lingerie, a very sweet moment.



And with that it's back to typing up comments from my scripted scribbles. My chiropractor raved enough about my handwriting to make me wish I could do it up right, but until I've managed to script & programme a computer font it's the keyboard for me. Takes longer & am behind but so lovely to have printed copies for carrying around.

Going to see how much more I can get through before I curl up with my dog for sleep; he'll be relieved when I'm back to reading books as he's quite frightened of my constantly-turning pages (& I'm not allowed to tap my papers straight around him, must arrange by hand or my cowardly lion gets scared). Vitamin injection on the morrow & testing this new-old phone for ridesharing capabilities. Shall see.

Away with me...

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
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    dog's snores into grandmother's home-made quilt
  • Tags
Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

hidden in the web

Supposed to be thinking about posting here every day around 22.30 (that's thinking about it, mind, going about the ritual of the thing, not the moment of posting itself) -

only I don't want to, because I'm busy.

I'd rather be reading, so I am.

Many sorries for absenteeism while reading many stories. Invisibly here among the spiders & their webs; was going to dust them out but thought they might deserve it more than I for the moment - perhaps they'll eat the bugs.

Miss the old icons, being able to read the front page. Damn - am posting to the wrong site first again. Out of practise in all these small ways, off to put myself right. [...wanders down Internet street...]

Ah, here I am amongst a different set of spiders. Like the format better here. Different icons: McGonagall looks sad in the ones I've got.

Oh, right, what'm'I reading?

...gimme a minute to figure out how I link it on this site now...

Hell, I give up for now -

It's Hoggywarty Xmas and lookee here, I'm a front-and-centre oldschool link from a user who can't be arsed with newfangled code but likes pretty-picture hyperlinks!



There. This has already taken too long so I'm back to reading too late into the evening before a trip into the city tomorrow afternoon for brunch & possibly a wheelchair-roll (motor or friends pushing) through a local light show of the evening, with much reading through the day.

Forecast: arthritis pain & the scrape of turning pages.

(Hey now, the Current Arthritis Index only predicts me at a High pain now! No wonder I feel better after today's prior Very High indication, and ever the prayer tomorrow shan't be Extreme, amen, etc.)

...didn't mean to but almost posted this to a dead old telly-fandom group, what a mess'm I... But so's dreamwidth since it ate this post the last time I tried it. Won't even worry yet if email will eat comments.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
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    Dog's deep-sleep breathing
HP || Hufflepuff || Dancing Plants.

Belated Hoggywartyxmas Rec Post

(Finished this post a few days ago –after a few to write it up – & things’ve been a touch mad since. Car battery died completely, replaced now, & laptop bullied me into a low-key reset then failed midway through [typical], which about gave me a heart-attack for my saved material. Haven’t yet reached my desktop computer, though closer every week. My younger housemate – the suitemate with whom I spend the most time – is moving back home on Wednesday, so spending time with him & the Village has been a priority.

Was able to work on this post around friends, including in the little chair my platonic partners got for me at their place called the “Minerva Chair” with green crushed-velour fabric flung over a little armchair and a lovely old ottoman for putting up my spurred boots. Currently curled up beneath a throw blanket on the futon. One housemate left Blue Planet on the telly & my other young housemate fell asleep over on the floor; in the background I’m learning about penguins in the Antarctic regions. Now to check all this coding…)

Hoggywarty Recs


I am, as always now, late to the party - and later still for the comments, but all of Hoggywartyxmas/ hoggywartyxmas has been taken in and enjoyed now, so I can at least offer my recommendations as the comments wait to be owled off.

What a festival it was this year. Much seemed to revolve around Albus Dumbledore and the choices he made, the lives he impacted, the acknowledgement of his part in everything and awareness of others' perceptions--mostly told by other voices and less from his own. I quite enjoyed it! So many new looks at canon.

As for the recs... Well, I made myself pick five as Top Recs, but that shall hardly stop me from singing the praises of a few more, all chosen before seeing the authors (but including them here).

Top Five

One


Title: 'Do Badgers Dream of Chocolate Hobnobs?'
Author: gingertart50
Summary: Pomona Sprout decided that Albus Dumbledore had his own agenda and there might be more to the Potions Master than met the eye; or, what happens when people underestimate a badger.
Gen - ~5,500 words - Severus Snape, Pomona Sprout, Filius Flitwick, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Hogwarts+


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'Oh dear,' Pomona sighed, 'do you catch the scent of huge, unwieldy long-term machinations?'


Two


Title: 'A Bit of Earth Beneath the Feet'
Author: lash_larue
Summary: Sometimes a woman does what she feels is right, and neither asks permission nor looks back.
PG-13 - 8,400 - Minerva McGonagall & Remus Lupin


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"Come and stand on my bit of earth for a time."


Three


Title: 'Slumming with the Staff'
Artist: mywitch
Summary: It's Christmas week 1992 and Gilderoy Lockhart was easily coaxed to share with us his journal. I've included some drawings as well, to clarify things.
NC-17 - Art & Words - Gilderoy Lockhart, Madam Rosmerta, Sybill Trelawney, Severus Snape, Filius Flitwick, Albus Dumbledore, Pomona Sprout, Minerva McGonagall (almost)


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Only Severus and I in the lounge whilst I was working on it... but his sort of hair suggests a dispiriting apathy toward the pleasures of the flesh.


Four


Title: 'Tower Dwellers'
Artist: purplefluffycat
Summary: On Christmas Eve, Aurora takes in the universe, and the neighbouring turret. Which is further away?
PG - ~3,400 - Aurora Sinistra, Sybill Trelawney


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She and I are both caught up in this war, then – and not entirely of our own doing. Are we pawns or players in this game of megalomania and magic? Does the force of the universe understand any more the games of wicked men?


Five


Title: 'Peace on Earth' or 'That Christmas with the Carrows'
Artist: sigune
Summary: In 1997, not a single student spends the holidays at Hogwarts. The Heads of Houses are furious at what their new colleagues have turned their school into. So, at that year's student-less Christmas dinner...
G - At Least 1,000 Words (in the form of a Picture) - The Carrows, Filius Flitwick, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Pomona Sprout, Horace Slughorn, a wandering Turkey


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The Mentions


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There we have it – my read of the Hoggywarty crop this year and far too late in the sharing of it, but here it is.

Some astute characters this year - all catching each other’s drifts or whiffs of the trail or a catch of some serious tail. The Roast of Albus Dumbledore went off mostly without hitch, save a mortified painting here or there. Some fun new pairings and some pretty brilliant worldbuilding. Another incredible year! Very glad to have read; shall be sharing more in the comment domain as soon as they’re all finalised, which may take a while but is teaching me plenty. May it put me in better working order next year to participate again – can cross fingers.

A whole decade of partying. Whodduthunk it? Why, anyone who’s ever attended, that’s who. Bit of a “duh” really.

Away I go, hopeful of posting comments before ruddy Valentine’s day! XS

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]