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I'm told that LJ has plans to erase inactive communities, comments and all. Grr.

Neither Cat nor I are active in HP fandom any more, but we do manage some mischief from time to time. My most recent Snape/Lupin piece was Paper, Scissors, Stone, Well, a remix of a piece by ms_jv_shuh. My most recent Wimseyfic was a bit of Bunter wrongness (prompted by a discussion at antisoppist's, but the piece of which I'm proudest is Bringing His Lordship Around (Bunter/Peter, NC17).

I'll see if I can't come up with a more Placet-ian post (a drabble or somesuch) in the not-too-distant future, but that's beyond me at the moment. At any rate, if you're reading this, my thanks and best wishes.

Current Music: Lipatti playing "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring"

Title: Response and Responsibility (July 2011)
Author: Bronze Ribbons
Rating/Characters: G. Gen. Vane Parker and Remus Lupin. Background Lupin/Snape.
Wordcount: ~ 2600
Warning: Neither DH-compliant nor spoilery, but I won't vouch for comments. Concrit and drive-by waving equally welcome.
A/N: This is part of the Bill/Luna arc, which includes Flowers with Bridalls Well Agree, Not a Shadow, Any Other Name, and Lesson. Full timeline here.

"Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry," said Lupin sharply. "Sirius, sit down." - Order of the Phoenix, chapter 5

"And as for who's going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died," said Lupin, smiling slightly, "what do you think we'd do, let them starve?"

- OotP, chapter 9

( As he dandled Bill and Luna's son on his knee, Vane fielded question after question from LupinCollapse )

Hullo-ullo-ullo!

The lovely and loving marginaliana wrote Another Year for my birthday, and catrinella was one of its betas. If you've enjoyed your glimpses of the placetverse, methinks it likely you'll enjoy this ficlet as well.

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23 August 2006 @ 12:33 pm

Title: Lesson
Author: bronze_ribbons
Rating: Universal (all ages)
Words: first part 400, second part 350
Notes: A belated birthday present for musigneus, who wanted more about Severus Vane Weasley. And may blessings flow for the beauteous aunty_marion, my mighty beta.

( October 2005 (Vane's seventh year)Collapse )
( August 2011Collapse )

[200 words, G. Might become a longer story later.]

"You’re going to name the kid Severus Vane!? You’re both completely out of your minds."

"And this is different from how you usually think of us?" Bill growled.

Ron had sufficient grace to flush, but he continued to glare at his brother and sister-in-law. "Of all the people you could name him after, why Snape? Why not Harry--"

"Just like every tenth boy born in Wizarding Britain over the past decade?" Ginny snorted.

"--or Remus, or Kingsley…" Ron trailed off. Although Luna's face had remained serene, there was an unmistakable undertone of fury in her voice as she answered, "Or Gideon. Or Fabian. Or Cedric. Or Albus."

Charlie spoke up. "How does Snape himself feel about this?"

Bill grinned. "Appalled, of course. His reaction wasn't that far off from Ron's, in fact. But he agreed to be godfather anyway-- that's what matters."

"And Vane's your other choice?" Hermione said. "They'll balance each other well."

"Will they?" Ron demanded. "Vane's a right sort, but _Snape_--"

Luna made an impatient gesture. A flurry of dark red rose petals cascaded from her hand to the floor.

"Severus sees more than people want him to see. And so shall my son."

100 words, G. Prompted by ellid: "Placet-verse, one of the Parker kids gets their Hogwarts owl." The child in question is Vane Parker, Charles and Mary's great-grandson. He'll end up serving a memorable detention with Snape seven years later, but I'm getting ahead of myself here.

~ ~ ~

When the owl from the school arrived, it found him poring over a novel penned by his great-aunt Harriet. He had watched her hammer out the manuscript on the typewriter she’d inherited from her Aunt Harriet, a writer of Muggle mysteries. To him, it was magical how her loose, much-marked, cut-apart-and-taped-back-together sheets of paper had become a handsome hardcover with elegant maps.

When he looked up from the letter, he said, “Father will be so relieved.”

Her expression shrewd, his great-aunt asked. “And how do you feel about it?”

He shrugged. “I won’t know how I feel until I’m there.”

[100 words, U. Written for cesario. Her prompts were river, smoke, sundial (for a drabble-by-mail exchange organised by catrinella).]

No one would ever think to call Luna “beautiful,” Bill reflected, but there were so many things about her that reminded him of his first wife. As he watched her feeding the ducks from their punt, he mused on how she was one of the most self-possessed women he knew. Like Fleur, she knew how to hold her own in a fight. Like Fleur, she wasn’t prey to the smoke and mirrors of conventional wisdom or mores. Like Fleur, she was true steel-- always ready to cover his back, whether they were under siege from exploding sundials or malevolent moonstones.

23 December 2005 @ 08:27 am

18 November 2005 @ 10:55 am

I had other plans for this morning, but this is apparently what results when I wake up from a dream involving Welsh hymns and white veils. Oy.

Title: Flowers with Bridalls Well Agree [June 2006]
Author: bronze_ribbons. To assign blame where it belongs, though, it was catrinella who wanted to get them together (or at least to kill off Fleur...)
Pairing: Luna/Bill (see the timeline for background on Granger/Sinistra, Snape/Lupin, and the others)
Rating: U
Words: 1000-ish
A/N: The title’s from a Thomas Campion song.

( When the usher seated Bill Weasley next to Luna Lovegood...Collapse )

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