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I was busy procrastinating over my dissertation proposal when I spotted that two of my favourite fandom people are celebrating their birthdays today. Happy birthday to both of you lovely folks - I hope you've both had wonderful days.

And, here, to mark the day is a little snippet. My fanfic muscles are a little rusty, so I hope you'll forgive any infelicities of style. Remus-gen, although the R/S is, of course, implied ~_^

Title: Journeys
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not rich, not Scottish, don't know what's going to happen in the last book - guess they're not really mine then.
Summary: 1993. Remus dreams of other train journeys.

( Seven times before he had made this journey, at the dying of the year, in the company of those dearer than brothers. )

The life-eating angsty fic of doom is currently standing at 5000 words / a third done, so I thought I'd have a break and write something a little more light-hearted. This comes purely from my reaction to the odd comments about an AU where Lily and James are alive. My reaction is usally to flail, and stammer, yeah, but, yeah, but, Voldemort! So, here be AU. I'm having fun playing with this, so ask if you want more. :)

Title: Ordinary Lives
Words: 705
Rating: G
Summary: Harry's got a letter...
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, and the rough shape of the plot is probably recognisable. I'm just playing.

( Harry, staring at his father, for a moment thought he might be someone else, someone far less scatter-brained and easygoing. )

Title: Hung With Bloom Along the Bough
Words: 1616
Rating: PG for a foul-mouthed statue.
Prompt: Picture prompt of blossom. It made me think of Housman's poem, which made me think of this.
Author's notes: The poem quoted is A E Housman's 'Loveliest of Trees.' After the war, Remus Lupin lives in a house surrounded by cherry trees and waits to fade away. I like this one - it's more wistful than most of mine.

( He understood the wanderlust that came with the empty aftermath of war )