'Longbottom, different and less fatal coffee.'

I'm reading "Draco Malfoy the Amazing Bouncing ... Rat?" in another window, and collapsing occasionally into helpless giggles. But at least I'm in a good mood when I answer the phone. It throws the customers off their stride when they call up to bitch and get a person who's stifling laughter.

Am, insent re Stoker. I'm now well into the slashy bits; you've just given your wrist to Darla, as part of a bargain. And Angelus has licked a few drops of your blood from Darla's chin.

Rebecca's just giving her wrist to Drusilla.

Replied just now, deb.

Let it be sufficient to say that I about a happy a Lizard as currently possible. Gah and double gah.

Heheheheh.

(rubbing hands together as befits evil writer lady)

and backsent, RL.

WOO.

Going to check now.

Just writing more.

it's a little spooky, how easy it is to write Dru. And I do beleve this will be finished tomorrow, after which I'll ask your permission, and Am's, to post it somewhere. But that one will probably not go under my real name; it's just a nice gift, for both of you. That'll larn 'em to not write what they promised.

I love you, man.

ION:

it's silly. it's Harry Potter. It unfortunately draws upon and draws out JKR's whole OOH, FAT = BAD! thing with Dudley.

But, BLESS. This story made me giggle, then gasp a little bit, then do that happy-ending squee.

Rebecca, it's about half a page from completion. Stand by. trying to finish before Nic gets home....

Done, first draft, unedited.

insending to you and Am-Chau.

AH! I love you!

And will read it tomorrow, because I'm wiped, and steeped in giddy anticipation is the best way to go to sleep, I think.