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[info]hp_beholder reveal and thank you [May. 30th, 2011|10:41 pm]
Huge thanks to [info]featherxquill who wrote the story "Experimental Potions" for me during the [info]hp_beholder fest.

It's a pairing I was really pleased to see (Poppy Pomfrey/Severus Snape). "Two students are petrified and the mandrakes are months away from maturity. In the interim, Poppy and Severus work together, attempting to create an alternative draught to re-awaken them."

There's a great look at the scramble behind the scenes during Chamber of Secrets, experiments galore and an eye-opening example of the powers of phoenix tears. Go, read, review!


I drew and wrote "Give Him the Good News" (Albus Dumbledore/Argus Filtch) for the amazing [info]tripperfunster (which wasn't at all nerve-wracking) in which Argus gets his own war-torn backstory. The picture is an early effort at digital art.
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The Snuna Exchange masterlist is up on Livejournal! [Jun. 2nd, 2010|05:40 pm]
Back after fieldwork and rather a lot of bank holiday weekend alcohol consumption. I am horribly behind with reading - think I'm about two-thirds of the way through - but commenting as I go.

However, I can now squee, bounce about and massively hug hawthorntree for her totally fabulous gift Magos Retablo, which is just the coolest and most original thing one could ever hope to see:

And also reveal that I did two things and was lucky enough to be gifting two fab flisters in the process :D

[info]machshefa provided a prompt that had me grinning and reaching for the watercolours:

[info]cathedralcarver had me attempting to turn up the heat a bit ;-)

Both things were enormous fun and I hope they provided at least some of the pleasure to the recipients that I felt whilst getting down to work!

Thank you very much to [info]iulia_linnea for top modliness and a really excellent exchange. My second year of Snuna and I'm looking forward to the next time.
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[info]hp_beholder masterlist is up! [May. 25th, 2010|11:28 pm]
Got back from the Cotswolds this afternoon after a lovely few days. Cooked a little anniversary dinner with husband of one year and then started to check my email while he had a piano playing session.

And now I can say that I drew this for [info]femmequixotic:

Was really nervous signing up because I wondered if the reaction would be a bit, "Who the hell?" But the prompts were grand, the drawing compulsive and on the whole I was pleased. A bit worried that it wasn't very hawt, though.

Totally overwhelmed by the response! I don't know what to say except thank you! Have got about 2/3 of the way through replying to comments and have to go to bed as there's work tomorrow and, you know, this is my wedding anniversary ;-)

Thank you [info]bethbethbeth for wonderful modliness. It's difficult to pick out individual recs for stories and art as they're all really good! But I can squee and bounce (again) and also say a proper thank you to [info]inspired_ideas for Wilhemina and Aberforth!

Thank you! They make me grin every time.
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Calling all Snapey fanartists! [May. 19th, 2010|07:12 pm]
There's a poll about a possible Snape fest including artsies here:

Go and express your interest!
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I got art! [Apr. 27th, 2010|05:34 pm]
[info]hp_beholder is currently posting and very much worth a look. Pairings you'd never think of and the quality is really, really high.

Today, I received a fab art gift! It's Aberforth Dumbledore/Wilhemina Grubbly-Plank, and when I'm their age I really hope the husband and I are able to share just such a giggle in bed.

Perfectly work-safe and very sweet, "Bedtime Stories":

Thank you, mystery artist!

(Cross-posted at livejournal)
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Random selection of fanart by me - will update as and when [Apr. 14th, 2010|12:47 am]
'The Bed' (posted on Livejournal as it's too naughty for DA). Not Work Safe SSHG, a companion illustration to [info]melusin_79's fic, Beauty and the Bed

'Well Oiled' (posted on Livejournal as it's too naughty for DA) Not Work Safe SSHG

by ~camillo1978 on deviantART

by ~camillo1978 on deviantART

more previews under the cut! )
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Long time, no use [Apr. 7th, 2009|09:25 pm]
Apologies for the seemingly random little friending spree. I'm going to be using this account a bit more for the next year, so I thought I should make it look slightly alive!

If I join your community, please don't fret that I'm a random spamming bot. It's just that current fandom activity of a Snapely persuasion means I have to get to know IJ a bit. I'm pretty active at:


in case you need some evidence.
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Sigh. [Dec. 3rd, 2007|01:24 pm]
I've squatted in silence for a while, but I may as well start friending the lj flist over here in preparation.
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Live Journal Fic 5: Phoenix Feathers Epilogue - Halloween [Aug. 9th, 2007|12:23 am]


The last meme fic gift, but by no means the least 'cos it was for Melusin, who beta's my shitty punctuation as rapidly as I can write it. This is un-beta'ed so the mistakes are all my own. She asked for something in the same style as Phoenix Feathers, which was completed on Ashwinder a while ago.

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Live Journal Fic 4: Chamomile [Aug. 9th, 2007|12:07 am]

Another meme fic, this time for [info]shiv5468 who asked me to tackle Lucius.

The prompt was: Hermione needs some Dark Arts expertise, and Lucius is ready to oblige. nudge nudge wink wink [sic].

Lucius makes me nervous. This is the result. Had the idea, realised thirty seconds later there was some blatent film-related plagarism and wrote it quickly anyway. I wouldn't say I've had time to develope a "normal style" but I am deeply unfamiliar with writing this sort of thing, so I apologise in advance if it misses the target. I also reckon this must be horribly well-trodden ground. Be warned: if you are at work, don't read this unless you're sure no one can see your screen...

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Live Journal Fic 3: Tiger Prawn [Aug. 8th, 2007|11:44 pm]

Another meme fic gift, this time for LillethJ

Prompt: Draco suddenly realizes Hermione is "the one". How does courtship start?

This isn't an original idea at all... but there is a little bit of a twist.

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Live Journal Fic 2: Brandy and Cigars [Aug. 8th, 2007|11:37 pm]

A quick meme-fic written as a gift for Duniazade.

Brandy and Cigars

Prompt: A lying competition at the Slytherin Gentlemen’s Club

The hallowed halls of Salazar’s had changed very little in the previous thousand years, although the furniture in the smoking room was much more comfortable nowadays. As the rain pattered gently against the tall, velvet curtained casement windows three venerable gentlemen and a particularly sarcastic portrait enjoyed the roaring fire that a club-elf had recently tended. They had reason to be appreciative. A tangled combination of testimony, bribery, blackmail and claims of Imperio meant that all three living Slytherins had avoided the indescribable boredom of a prolonged visit to the Dementorless Azkaban Prison for Criminal Magical Beings. Most of their colleagues had not been so fortunate, and the portrait was grateful that his company was not limited to dozing former head-teachers and a woman of indeterminate age, who did not appreciate his sense of humour.

Lucius Malfoy settled himself into a dark green Chesterfield sofa and idly turned the pages of the Daily Prophet evening edition. He paused when he saw a large black and white photograph depicting a pair of Bright Young Things sharing a Firebolt. The girl tossed her hair flirtatiously and the boy rubbed his forehead absently while gazing adoringly at his companion.

‘I’ve always had something of a fondness for redheads,’ drawled Lucius softly.

Snape’s eyebrows lifted infinitesimally as he turned his head to regard the man sitting next to him. ‘Good grief! What an appalling thought. I don’t believe I’ve ever come across a person expressing the ginger gene who didn’t suffer from an overwhelming inferiority complex.’

Draco leant forwards in his chair to accept the proffered light that a club-elf was holding for him. He industriously puffed at his eight-inch Havana cigar, sat back and crossed his legs. ‘I’ve never experienced a sense of inferiority. I wonder what it feels like.’

Phineas craned his neck in order to get a good look at the photograph that had captured Lucius’ attention. ‘I bet she wouldn’t look so happy if she knew that Potter and her older brother spent a couple of evenings in their bedroom at Grimmauld Place exploring the limited extent of each other’s broomstick handles.’

The lines running from Lucius Malfoy’s nose to the corners of his mouth deepened as though he’d smelt something rotten. He swirled the tawny liquor in his enormous brandy snifter and retorted, ‘Phineas, really! How could you introduce such a disgusting topic of conversation? The thought of Potter’s bare behind fills me with absolute horror.’

‘And me!’ Draco quickly responded.

‘I apologise Lucius, but I’ll reiterate; that bumbling fool Dumbledore had no idea what went on in that house,’ sneered Phineas from his lofty position.

Snape drained the dregs from his snifter, elegantly unfolded himself from his end of the sofa and smoothed his robes carefully. ‘Much as I’d enjoy spending the remainder of the evening here, I’ve got to go. I’m having sex with Hermione Granger tonight.’

The assembled group of wizards chuckled appreciatively.

‘Nice one, sir! You never could resist telling the most ridiculous fibs,’ retorted Draco with a grin.

Severus regarded his former pupil with a steady, unreadable gaze. His lips quirked into the semblance of a smile.

‘You might say so,’ he said, ‘but I couldn’t possibly comment.’


All lies or all truths? You decide….
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Live Journal fic 1: Allergy [Aug. 8th, 2007|11:27 pm]

Hi there. I don't have much fan fiction on LJ as I tend to just use it for fun and to post when I'm updating new stuff on Ashwinder. So, I'm manually backing up the little bit of fic stuff I have here in case the great migration happens.

First up, we have the first thing I ever wrote:


Rather unusually, Severus Snape was panicking. He knew he’d got another vial of Polyjuice Potion but he couldn’t find it anywhere.

He scrabbled around under the bed, checked his pockets, his suitcase, the bathroom, the wardrobe, the chest-of-drawers, the bedside table, the wastepaper basket, the windowsill and (in desperation) under the bed again. Snape stood up and heaved a monumentally frustrated sigh.

This was a bad idea, because the inevitable consequence of under-bed scrabbling, followed by an angry huff, was a string of four violent sneezes and a very snotty nose. Inserting one long index finger into his ear canal, in a futile attempt to get rid of the itch at the back of his throat, Snape concluded that he’d dropped the bloody, buggering potion whilst Polyjuicedly Floo’ing to his room at the Leaky Cauldron the night before.

He stood in the middle of the room and twirled slowly in a circle, muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Turning to a mirror on the wall he gazed at his horribly distinctive reflection.

“Ten minutes to totally change my appearance, without using my wand,” Snape muttered.

“Fuck, indeed,” said the mirror.

A sharp rat-a-tat-tat rung out from the bedroom door. Snape covered his mouth with his hand in horror. They’d picked up his trail. He had to leave now. No Apparating – that required a wand. Where to Floo? Not back to Malfoy Manor, it would be full of hung-over Aurors by now. He needed somewhere quiet and dark and empty.

The knocking started again, louder and more insistent. Snape wiped his runny nose on his sleeve, grabbed his suitcase and chucked all the Floo Powder he had onto the sadly smoking log in the very average-sized fireplace. “Twelve, Grimmauld Place,” he hissed. And into the fireplace he crawled.

After a spot of uncontrolled squirming and spinning, the Floo attempted to spit Snape out at his destination. Because of his lanky frame and the size of the entered fireplace, this was not a smooth operation. Head first, Snape slid across a cold, stone floor. The suitcase was trapped under his body and came into sharp contact with his knackers. He yelped with pain, sneezed again and fetched up, sooty, snivelling and breathless against the solid leg of a familiar wooden table.

A familiar face, containing a pair of wide, brown eyes, appeared upside-down in front of him. He sneezed at it. The eyes blinked and the face drew back a couple of inches.

“Fucking hell! I’ve seen you spray mucus in anger a few times before, but nothing that spectacular!”

Severus peered blearily at the face.

“You seem to have switched tongues with Mundungus Fletcher. An unfortunate accident I’ve yet to hear about?

“You try living with Harry and Ron for a year, and see what it does to your vocabulary.”

“Oh, sweetheart, the words 'been there, done that, bought the t-shirt' spring to mind. Are you going to continue exchanging pleasantries with me indefinitely, or should I allow you a minute to contact the Aurory?”

“You’re talking to a fellow murderer. We can spare a few more minutes to chat.”

“Really? Who had the displeasure?”

“Bella Lestrange”

“How the hell did you manage that?”

“I shot her in the head.”


“Uh-huh. I thought it would be nicely ironic if the bitch went down in a Muggle fashion. So, I sent Lee Jordan off to Brixton with a couple of hundred quid, got myself a pistol and shot the fucker, next time I saw her.”

“You’re not exactly subtle, are you?”

“I told you. I’ve spent a year in the constant company of Harry and Ron. Subtlety bit the dust after about thirty-six hours.”

Severus pondered. She hadn’t hexed him yet, and although she knew his wand was under a permanent trace, she also knew that in an Unplottable house all the normal rules did not apply.

“Thanks for the tiara hint by the way, Molly did her nut when I blew it up. You should have seen the look on her face!”

“What makes you think I sent the information?”

“No one but you would write, ‘Potter, doubtless though it may be that you feel you have the matter well in hand, it is highly unlikely you have bothered to consider the Prewett family tree’.”

“I don’t know, it could have been Lucius.”

“Considering Ginny put him in a coma four days before the letter arrived, we thought that rather implausible.”

“How did you blow it up?”

“Well, after two I got bored with the sledgehammer, so I tried some plastic explosives. Voldemort was a silly bloke really; he was so sure of the superiority of magic, that he never stopped to consider the fact that the only way to destroy a Horcrux is by physical force.”

Snape’s jaw dropped.

“So, all you had to do was find them, then hit them with something hard and heavy?”

“Uh-huh. Or sharp. Or blow them up, or run them over with a car or something.”

“So, Albus’ hand…?”

“He was a silly bloke too. He got himself into that state because he was trying to be clever. The whole situation was Not. Your. Fault.”

“Does this mean I can get up now?”

“Naturally. You can wipe you nose if you like, too.”

A hanky was waved in front of his face. Severus took it, blissfully blew his nose and carefully stood up. His companion straightened her spine, elegantly crossed her legs and gestured at the nearest chair.

“Take a seat.”

“Thanks. How long have I got before the cavalry arrives?”

“I’m not expecting anyone. It’ll take a couple of days for the Sambuca to wear off, before anyone notices my absence.”

“Must have been a good party.”

“One of the best. A few too many toasts to the memory of dead people for my liking, but you can’t have everything.”

“No, I suppose not. Who did we lose?”

“We lost Neville, Luna, Hagrid, Kingsley, Mad-eye, Tonks, Remus, Hester, Arthur and Charlie.”

Severus winced. No wonder the survivors got hammered. His companion scratched her nose, thoughtfully.

“Do you fancy a drink? My hang-over is kicking in, and I’m not quite ready to face the world sober.”

Severus hadn’t got pissed for seventeen years.

“That sounds like the best idea since somebody said, ‘Hey Albus, have you ever heard of a Penseive?’”

His companion laughed delightedly.

“When I’m sober, do you want me to pop to Hogwarts with Harry and a couple of Aurors?”

Severus really, really did.

“What do you want in return?”

His companion’s gaze swept slowly down from his face, to his chest, to his lap.

“Give me a couple of hours and I’ll think of something.”

She Summoned a dusty bottle of Firewhisky from the pantry, conjured a couple of tumblers with well-practice ease and poured Snape a double.

“Here’s to the dead and the dying. May our enemies fry while our friends stay high,” said Snape.

“I’ll drink to that,” said his companion. And she did.
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