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Best walk to work EVER today -- I found a tiny wee kitten!

I was crossing the road after the park in the estate and I caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of my eye. I checked, and there was a scraplet of grey fur shuddering in a corner, trying to look very very large and very fierce. I reached down and scooped it up and held it to my chest, which it promptly peed on, and set about looking for an owner.

The estate, while a reasonably nice one and full of townhouses rather than flats, is very clichéd in that only certain houses speak to each other. Number 22 was very helpful and could tell me everything about numbers 19-27, who had no kittens, but she thought it might live in 17. 17 had no humans but two large friendly dogs who wished to play with the kitten. 16 said there were no kittens at 17, in fact no one had any kittens at all, why was I bothering them?

At this point I gave up and took the scrap back the way I had come and to the vet across the road from home. They are taking care of her (she was white and tabby under all the dirt, and about six weeks old) and will try to re-home her, we will foster her if we need to until someone can take her on permanently. After a quick change and wash, I made it to work only an hour late.

EDIT for photo! Mr B made my camera work!


In other news, I wrote fic!

Not the fic I meant to write, which I am still working on, but fic with sex (no one is more shocked than I), er, between Regulus Black and Lily Evans (again …). It came about by accident, the lovely [livejournal.com profile] thilia  put out a request for a pinch hit for [livejournal.com profile] deatheaterfest , the person who was meant to be writing for [livejournal.com profile] chantefable  had dropped out. I had been lucky enough to help [livejournal.com profile] chantefable  with her very clever Letter to a Young Death Eater. Knowing how much she had put into her story, I couldn't let her go without, so I told [livejournal.com profile] thilia  that I was sure I could put together something semi-decent, probably about 5000 words. Hands up everyone surprised it ended up close to 30K? Yeah, that's what I thought ...

Title: Nineteen Seventy-nine
Author: blamebrampton
Rating: R
Warning(s): Nothing worse than canon.
Word Count: 29,000
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work. (Er, I've pinched the fest's disclaimer, because it is so much saner than mine ever are!)
Summary: Regulus Black already knows he's made a horrible mistake.
Notes: Many, many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jadzialove , who was a bloody champion with the beta-ing, and [livejournal.com profile] treacle_tartlet  who injected sense and support, to [livejournal.com profile] vaysh11  for her help with the shagging and to [livejournal.com profile] thilia  for spotting last-minute errors and pointing out my lack of grip on time, and allowing me some leeway with that re the deadline. All remaining errors are thanks to my own ineptitude and tinkering.

 
Part One )
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Best walk to work EVER today -- I found a tiny wee kitten!

I was crossing the road after the park in the estate and I caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of my eye. I checked, and there was a scraplet of grey fur shuddering in a corner, trying to look very very large and very fierce. I reached down and scooped it up and held it to my chest, which it promptly peed on, and set about looking for an owner.

The estate, while a reasonably nice one and full of townhouses rather than flats, is very clichéd in that only certain houses speak to each other. Number 22 was very helpful and could tell me everything about numbers 19-27, who had no kittens, but she thought it might live in 17. 17 had no humans but two large friendly dogs who wished to play with the kitten. 16 said there were no kittens at 17, in fact no one had any kittens at all, why was I bothering them?

At this point I gave up and took the scrap back the way I had come and to the vet across the road from home. They are taking care of her (she was white and tabby under all the dirt, and about six weeks old) and will try to re-home her, we will foster her if we need to until someone can take her on permanently. After a quick change and wash, I made it to work only an hour late.

EDIT for photo! Mr B made my camera work!


In other news, I wrote fic!

Not the fic I meant to write, which I am still working on, but fic with sex (no one is more shocked than I), er, between Regulus Black and Lily Evans (again …). It came about by accident, the lovely [livejournal.com profile] thilia  put out a request for a pinch hit for [livejournal.com profile] deatheaterfest , the person who was meant to be writing for [livejournal.com profile] chantefable  had dropped out. I had been lucky enough to help [livejournal.com profile] chantefable  with her very clever Letter to a Young Death Eater. Knowing how much she had put into her story, I couldn't let her go without, so I told [livejournal.com profile] thilia  that I was sure I could put together something semi-decent, probably about 5000 words. Hands up everyone surprised it ended up close to 30K? Yeah, that's what I thought ...

Title: Nineteen Seventy-nine
Author: blamebrampton
Rating: R
Warning(s): Nothing worse than canon.
Word Count: 29,000
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work. (Er, I've pinched the fest's disclaimer, because it is so much saner than mine ever are!)
Summary: Regulus Black already knows he's made a horrible mistake.
Notes: Many, many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jadzialove , who was a bloody champion with the beta-ing, and [livejournal.com profile] treacle_tartlet  who injected sense and support, to [livejournal.com profile] vaysh11  for her help with the shagging and to [livejournal.com profile] thilia  for spotting last-minute errors and pointing out my lack of grip on time, and allowing me some leeway with that re the deadline. All remaining errors are thanks to my own ineptitude and tinkering.

 
Part One )

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