draco! dudley! usa!

[lobelia321]

I am in such a state about this forthcoming trip that I had to go and re-read the bits of my HP opus amoris that already reside on my hard drive (rather than in scraps of paper stuffed into fat folder and in my overheated head).

As one does. I mean, don't you re-read ancient WIPs of yours when you should be getting on with other important and urgent things??

God, that is a sexy OTP/OT3 for me. (If you haven't known me that long or can't remember back the many years I've been writing this opus: it's Harry/Draco/Dudley, who else).

You should know that t'sons' passports had expired and I only discovered this on MONDAY and we are travelling to one of the most fortressed nations on t'earth and I have had a stressful running-around time and have been to the consular services in London twice over the past week but now I HAVE THEM and we fly ON SATURDAY.

I feel drained. And very, very sheepish and stupid. Because it was up to me to remember these dates.



Snippet from t'opus

"Yeah," said Draco. "He's dangerous all right."

"You think so? You think he's dangerous?" Dudley wiped his face with his hand, then wiped his hand on his jeans. Draco looked at Dudley's big hand, on his big denim-clad thighs. He looked back up at Dudley's face, and now he knew what had seemed familiar. Dudley had the same flare in his nostrils as Harry. The nose was different; the bones broken and mended again, but the flare was the same. And the lantern jaw, square and set.

And the slightly crazed stone-walled look in his eyes. The intensity and the shutters.

"Oh yeah," whispered Draco. "You want to beware of Harry Potter."

Dudley shuddered as if a broomstick had been stuck up his spine. The colour had returned to his cheeks in dirty splotches.

"You know what he believes, right?" Dudley's voice rose to a virtual shriek. "He thinks, he thinks he's a... a magician of some sort. He thinks he can command things to happen! He's got some sort of..."

"Harry Potter," interrupted Draco, "thinks the sun shines out of his tight little arse and ever since Voldemort's defeat, he thinks he's the greatest fucking wizard that ever walked the earth."

End of snippet.

Comments

[mandalaya.livejournal.com]

Hey, at least you realized their passports needed renewal before it was too late! Well done!!!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

I can tell you, this took fifteen years off my life... Thanks for praising even incompetence!! ;-)

[pecos.livejournal.com]

Hey there! If you get yourself into trouble or need advice on anything Yankish feel free to call me. My cell phone number in the US is 720-670-8701. You might need to add a 1 to the start of that, depending on the phone service.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Hey, thank you!! But you know what: we won't have a mobile phone as I don't think ours do the roaming thing and anyway, it's prohibitively expensive, getting routed via the UK satellite. So I don't know: life without a portable telephone, is it really worth it??

I may have to pack homing pigeons. What, prithee, is thine homing beacon?