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To everyone who has me friended:

Does anyone know what happened to winsome1, the author of What Family Means?

It seems that the author simply "vanished" from the face of the internet. Her last post was in 2006 and there she stated that she was planning to finish her fic soon.

I'm asking myself whether something happened to Winsome. She seemed very determined to keep posting... I don't know.

Do any of you know something?

-cross-posted to harrydraco

I took this test:

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

Though I don't think Dante's hierarchy of hell is the right one, it was interesting to see where I'd end up in afterlife... Hope not!

I think I'll go retake the test and see what happens if I tick all the boxes as a truly virtous person... hmmm...

Title: The Swing
Author: meddie
Rating: PG-13/soft R
Word Count: 8,600
Genre: Romance/Drama/some Hurt-Comfort.
Pairings: H/D, S/N
Characters: Harry, Draco, Susan, Neville, Parvati.
Summary: Come night, they came to terms with the changes. Written post-HBP.
* I am very grateful to my beta, Anamarie, who was very supportive and gave me a good push in the right direction.




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So I've been around for a couple of months and still haven't written anything here. Now that I think why I made my LJ in the first place... I don't really know.


So, Fic Rec.

While on my daily quest for H/Ds, I stumbled upon a piece written in the LOTR fandom. I said, let's check it out.

Night Talk, by juxiantang.

It's a breath-taking Hurt/Comfort ficlet placed a few days after Boromir tried to take the ring from Frodo. Unlike Tolkien, the author wanted him alive. I like him very much alive too ;)

Upon reading it, I jumped to the conclusion I wanted to read more Aragorn/Boromir. I was wrong. What I wanted was a non-sexual hurt-comfort, like this one. Notice that among the slightly disturbing pairings (flashes written very well, very tastefully, though), there is nothing going on between Boromir and the future King of Gondor. But...

...it flows so nicely, and Boromir's shame is so tangible, and Aragorn's own insecurities are there as well, and the way the Fellowship and Faramir are integrated into the story. I want to read it again and again.



There is so much in Aragorn's voice; he can say so much, just only with his name. Wariness, reproach, warning not to do anything stupid. Like that time when Boromir picked up the Ring on the snow - it was Aragorn's voice that made him snap out of the Ring's spell, not his hand on the sword hilt.

Too bad Aragorn was not there to stop him when he harassed Frodo, when he tried to take the Ring.