Twisted Deviant

The cold emanating from the stone floor leaches into my flesh as I rest against the toilet. I have the strangest urge to call him back – to explain to him that whatever it is he’s thinking, he has it wrong, but the words are pushed back as another bit of unsettled stomach makes its way up. I can’t believe how bloody awful this entire escapade has turned; it wasn’t supposed to go this far, and now – now not only has it gone from being a pleasant diversion, it’s morphed into – gods, I don’t know what this whole thing is. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I reach for the towel just inches away from my feet. Sitting here, freezing my arse off, isn’t going to solve the muddled mess I’ve made. My stomach rebels with every small movement, as I push myself onto my feet and scramble around from something – anything – to take the edge off this nausea. Of course, there’s nothing here – I’ve never been that lucky. Wrapping the towel around my body, I make my way through the sitting ro

*does little happy dance*After nearly a year of writer's block and horrible luck (ie losing yet another flash drive), I am almost finished with the seventh chapter of An Unconventional Moment. It may or may not be the final chapter, depending on how well Hermione cooperates (does she ever?), and how well Severus reacts to whatever she does. *knock on wood*I plan to have this finished by (hopefully) the weekend - depends on how much actual writing time I get between now and Sunday (last weekend I got none). If all goes well, I might try to tackle the next chapter of Tomorrow's Appeal or... I might write that "Sky is Falling" festival pieces that's been nagging in the back of my head - only three more weeks until all entries have to be in.