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It's ruddy chilly, pissing with rain and I find myself with Stuff To Do.

1. The edit of Transgressions
2. The final proof edit of Frost Fair
3. The short story promised to iulia_linnea for livelongnmarry
4. Go to the post office to take copies of all the paperwork for my ITIN and post off.

And it's cold and all I want to do is curl up under a blankie and watch The Sea Wife. (wonderful wonderful Burton).  It doesn't help that a certain Mr Snape keeps going out into the garden, gets soaked and then launches his hideous wet self at me, dries off and nods off in my arms.  I doubt either publisher would take that as a valid excuse.

Now The Sea Wife has bunnied me into writing 2 men on a desert island..

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*restrains self*


Grow up, damn you!

You know those "No More Fanfic" Rules I set myself?  Well... as rwday said to me today, don't feel guilty, they are more like guidelines, anyway. :)  But inner Lucius made me. How could he not, after that photo?

Letter from Lucius to Severus in early 1976 inspired by the delicious photo of Young Severus
For sinick whose inner Severus will always be "my dear boy" to my inner Lucius
Rating PG
(I'm not JKR and I'll try not to do it again.)

( My Dear Boy, )