*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.
I pull a towel out of the wardrobe and make my way into the lavatory. I’ve charmed the mirror above the sink not to talk, so the reflection of me just mouths silent words as I reach into the bath and twist on the hot-water faucet. I slowly strip the constricting faculty robes from my body – there are times when I wish I could wear the simpler Muggle attire, but that’s the price I pay for working here. The coolness of the room brushes against my skin, causing my flesh to break out in goose bumps. It’s never warm in this part of the castle, no matter how many fireplaces are lit. I rub my hands up and down my arms as I wait for the steam to warm the room. Just before I step into the streaming water, I reach over and slightly turn the cold-water faucet. I may adore hot showers, but I have no desire to boil myself to death. I can feel the knot at the back of my neck start to loosen as I step into the now comfortable hot stream of water. I drop my head forward, resting my forehead a...
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