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Nov. 23rd, 2007 05:07 pmSooo....
This journal is a mite dusty.
And I think the Post a Comment button is pretty much defunt from lack of use, sorry about that guys.
This is more a post to let everyone know that I do still exist and haven't been taken out by some strange virus that caused me to vomit small kittens or been thrown in prison after being involved in a Italian Job style robbery that went badly wrong, possibly because I would be unable to drive the mini because my mum refuses to insure her car so that I can learn to drive.
I have how ever had the lead in the school play (it went really well thanks for asking) and haven't done anything else either work or writing related as a result of this, after all the play is the thing. And now that teh play is over coursework and auditions are the thing. I've got at least three auditions coming up, hopefully four, and I need two speeches one a Shakespeare and a song for nearly all of them. Currently it is the song that is giving me problems as I am rather afraid that if I do sing for them I may be asked to leave on the spot. (I not that bad but I have issues with pitching). And on top of that there is the History and the English coursework and all the other essays that people keep setting me.
Sigh, so writing and internet on the back burner at the moment. Although before all of this hit my Dean fic produced a black little plot bunny showing what happened to the Muggleborn kids that didn't go on the run. It promises to be one of the darkest things that I've written, once I've got some of the fundamental elements sorted out in my head.
I've basically decided that after the Preliminary Interview that Harry read about in the Prophet any underage Muggleborns are removed to this random old house in the country for holding until their "trail". I figure that the Ministry might want to keep them out of the public eye until everything is a bit more secure, stuff involving kids tends to stir up people. I'm thinking propaganda involving them learning how to live like Muggles in preperation for being released back into their natural enviroment. Sending eleven year olds straight to Askaban isn't very good PR.
The problem I keep banging my head up against is that for the purposes of the fic I sort of need them to be able to talk to each other, exchange information contraband and maybe saliva (after all they are teenagers) but I also know that if I was in charge of a bunch of magically gifted kids in that sort of situation I make damned well sure that they couldn't. Constant supervision and all that jazz, I mean you could just put Silencio on all of them, so I need justification for the amount of freedom that they are given.
Also stuff for them to do. There is only so many times you can clean one house.
This journal is a mite dusty.
And I think the Post a Comment button is pretty much defunt from lack of use, sorry about that guys.
This is more a post to let everyone know that I do still exist and haven't been taken out by some strange virus that caused me to vomit small kittens or been thrown in prison after being involved in a Italian Job style robbery that went badly wrong, possibly because I would be unable to drive the mini because my mum refuses to insure her car so that I can learn to drive.
I have how ever had the lead in the school play (it went really well thanks for asking) and haven't done anything else either work or writing related as a result of this, after all the play is the thing. And now that teh play is over coursework and auditions are the thing. I've got at least three auditions coming up, hopefully four, and I need two speeches one a Shakespeare and a song for nearly all of them. Currently it is the song that is giving me problems as I am rather afraid that if I do sing for them I may be asked to leave on the spot. (I not that bad but I have issues with pitching). And on top of that there is the History and the English coursework and all the other essays that people keep setting me.
Sigh, so writing and internet on the back burner at the moment. Although before all of this hit my Dean fic produced a black little plot bunny showing what happened to the Muggleborn kids that didn't go on the run. It promises to be one of the darkest things that I've written, once I've got some of the fundamental elements sorted out in my head.
I've basically decided that after the Preliminary Interview that Harry read about in the Prophet any underage Muggleborns are removed to this random old house in the country for holding until their "trail". I figure that the Ministry might want to keep them out of the public eye until everything is a bit more secure, stuff involving kids tends to stir up people. I'm thinking propaganda involving them learning how to live like Muggles in preperation for being released back into their natural enviroment. Sending eleven year olds straight to Askaban isn't very good PR.
The problem I keep banging my head up against is that for the purposes of the fic I sort of need them to be able to talk to each other, exchange information contraband and maybe saliva (after all they are teenagers) but I also know that if I was in charge of a bunch of magically gifted kids in that sort of situation I make damned well sure that they couldn't. Constant supervision and all that jazz, I mean you could just put Silencio on all of them, so I need justification for the amount of freedom that they are given.
Also stuff for them to do. There is only so many times you can clean one house.