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*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.

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