I misread! I thought you were saying "Snape - yuk! Who'd want to tap that?"

My favorite Snape dream involved me, the dungeon, and a Hufflepuff uniform. It may or may not have been inspired by fic.

Fay! No making me tear up! I have an interview and I can't very well tell them my mascara's run because of Snape and Lily!!

Tep - that would be the latter.

Shall we call you Wanda, then?

Fay, is that the "Still?" "Always" thing you're quoting? Cause... sniff!

Fay, is that the "Still?" "Always" thing you're quoting? Cause... sniff!

Yep. That bit and the other bit, from when he'd first realised his fuckup and was wrecked by it, and became Dumbledore's bitch:

"Hide them all, then," he croaked. "Keep her - them - safe. Please."

"And what will you give me in return?"

"In - in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."

...oh, fuck. And now I am crying.

::blows nose again::

Shall we call you Wanda, then?

I should be so lucky! Stupid boy.

Shall we call you Wanda, then?

I should be so lucky! Stupid boy.

On the contrary -- HE should be so lucky.

On the contrary -- HE should be so lucky.

Alas, he clearly has not realised this. And since he's shortly off to China for the foreseeable future, I'm not particularly optimistic about the Cluestick Fairies smacking him upside the head any time soon.

On the one hand, I feel that I should be cheered by having stumbled across a cute* heterosexual Englishman my own age (well, a year older), who is funny, clever, talented, passionate about words, blessedly unhomophobic AND SINGLE. In Bangkok. I mean, that's like finding Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket. Or, you know, it's like seeing Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket on the other side of an impassible river, or something. Nice to know it's there - frustrating as hell to see it's out of reach. Bad job, Universe. No more taunting Fay.

*I think he's cute. My mates J and E are both far more interested in his very pretty best friend, but said best friend leaves me thinking '...eh.'

And since he's shortly off to China for the foreseeable future, I'm not particularly optimistic about the Cluestick Fairies smacking him upside the head any time soon.

see, I envision a drunken snogging in your future.

*I think he's cute. My mates J and E are both far more interested in his very pretty best friend, but said best friend leaves me thinking '...eh.'

the pretty goes away, but the clever, talented, passionate bit doesn't. I'd MUCH rather have the latter than the former.

sending out - house ma~~~~ and lung ma~~~ and health ma~~~~and I-don't-need-no stinking-sleep ma~~~

And in my own health news, I am trying to decide if yesterday was a fluke or not. I feel ok now, but I haven't done anything yet. But since I slept a lot once I came home , even if it was a fluke I'm not going to worry about it

That bit and the other bit, from when he'd first realised his fuckup and was wrecked by it, and became Dumbledore's bitch:

Oh right, of course, the scene I'd BLOCKED OUT because it was TOO DAMN SAD and LIFE IS UNFAIR and... oh, thanks, Fay. Hi, high school students, the Harry Potter books have made me cry.