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The Ten Commandments of Fandom
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Poet, or I had not thought Death Eaters had undone so many.
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Severus, the Shakespearean Slytherin, Part One and Part Two

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Howl's Moving Castle (part deux)

Okay, time's been moved:


Howl's Moving Castle
Date: Saturday 10th September
Time: 3pm
Venue: FTI Fremantle (92 Adelaide St)
Price $10 (Children under 8 $5)

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Howl's Moving Castle Advance Screening

Okay!

Howl's Moving Castle
Date: Thursday 1st September
Time: 7.30pm
Venue: FTI Fremantle (92 Adelaide St)
Price $10

Who wants to go?

Tee-hee!

Short ficlet, Usual disclaimer: I don't own the characters but it's no use suing me because while JK Rowling has money, I have none.

An Exercise in Concentration

by Asphodel

MacGonnagall's voice rang out strongly over the classroom. “Now, let it be understood that in transfiguration, concentration is of the utmost importance. With non-verbal spell casting, it must become imperative. Although each spell is designed to perform a particular act, the shape and form of the transfigured object is ultimately taken from the mind of the user. When spoken aloud, the familiarity of the words guide the mental conceptualisation. Without them.... Well, we shall see how well you do.”

A leather wrapped block of wood was slapped down in front of each of them. “The basic spell should be a familiar one to all of you. Clear your mind of all distractions. Focus on the one spell you wish to take effect.”

After fifteen minutes, most of the class was red faced with the effort of not speaking the spell aloud. Lavender had obviously given up and was making moonstruck faces at Ron instead of her book-to-be, while Hermione's brows were beetled with concentration.

A sudden clatter from Ron's desk drew everyone's attention. Where previously a block of wood had sat, there was now a large paperback with a tan cover. Ron looked at his achievement with more disbelief than all of his classmates combined.

MacGonnagall's long hand swooped down and picked it up. A raised eyebrow was her only response as she turned it over. “The 'Joy of Sex' Mister Weasely? Not exactly the defined subject of this lesson. What exactly were you thinking of?” Ron blushed bright red and the rest of the class goggled. She shook her head. “Never mind. I believe I know.” A quick wand gesture returned the book to its original state. “Ten points to Griffindor for being the first to achieve the set object, and five from Grifindor for inappropriate subject matter.”

From where she sat, Hermione was the only one positioned to see MacGonnagall's quick wink as she swept back up to her desk. Unfortunately, she was still gaping at Ron.

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"I hate my subconscious. It's like it has a mind of it's own." -- Alexi Sayle

Okie-dokie, new ficlet posted over at Flying High On the Ground. HP based but set far in the future. It's not posted here because it's mild slash (implied only, with no sex at all) but out of consideration for all the delicate souls out there I thought I'd better post it on the page with disclaimers that you just can't miss.

Half Blood Prince

Arrghhhhhh!!!

The book is much better written than I expected. No unnecessary drivel, fast paced, keeps the attention, all that. But the ENDING!!! AAAAAA!!!

I am incoherent. Cannot speak without making furious squeeky noises. Will now shut up and go eat ice cream. To mis-quote BMB "there is nothing that cannot be solved by frozen creamy goodness." I can only hope they're right. *sob*