|Fic status update, and a teaser for Improbable Plot
||[Jun. 26th, 2009|05:57 pm]
Oh my god, my attention span sucks. I'm still writing Scorpius Malfoy on and off, but my brain's been hijacked by Gundam Wing, so most of what I've been working on recently involves Gundam pilots meeting Harry Potter. Occasionally, I manage to not bring in Harry or the HP universe, but in those instances I go WILDLY AU with the Gundam Wing series, so whatevs. Anyway. Improbable Plot remains my true love, though I am fickle with my affections, so sooner or later I'll return to it with a passion.|
In the meantime, a short preview of what's to come (so ya'll know I'm not lying out my ass about having more written):
By the time Draco finally stormed off, pink-faced and furious, Harry was ready and willing to sell his very soul to make the other man stop shrieking. Dear Merlin, it was just a bit of hair!
And quite frankly, Harry thought Malfoy had the better deal—his hair probably never ate combs and occasionally small animals. And then spat out the bones during the night, so his wife would find them nestled happily in her hair when she woke up the next morning.
It had taken him and Ginny ten vicious fights, a visit to a marriage counselor, and two appointments at St. Mungo’s before they figured out it wasn’t actually his hair’s fault, but the result of a rather devious and esoteric curse from a Death Eater he’d spent weeks tracking down after the war. Of course, it was a curse that wouldn’t work on just anyone, Ginny had pointed out. “It says right here that one of the requirements is that the victim have ‘naturally aggressive follicles’. So it’s still partially your fault.”
“My follicles are not aggressive,” Harry had protested, but everyone had been too busy pointing and laughing to listen.
Yeah, I don't know, either. Once again, I am forced to wonder WHY anyone wants more of Improbable Plot.