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    “Oh, you’ve met our professor, as we like to call her,” says Mrs Kirke, half turned away from Jo already, occupied with the small sticky girl tugging at her skirts and the basket of laundry at her hip. “Jo, meet Frieda Bhaer, you’ll find that there’s never a dull moment here, we’ve all sorts under this roof, intellectuals and Europeans, I never thought I’d end up in this life but I like it –”

     

    Jo meets Frieda Bhaer in New York.

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    11 Feb 2021

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    “Small baby,” Krum diagnosed, sounding delighted by this. “World too big, yes? Wants back in small, warm place, yes?”

    Ron realized that he was holding his breath. He glanced over at Hermione, who was looking at Krum like she was definitely, absolutely going to leave Ron for him, and honestly, at this moment, Ron felt that was fair. Ron was going to leave himself for Krum. Ron was going to rob all the banks in the world to get Viktor Krum back his money as long as it meant he’d keep their beautiful, perfect, angelic monster of a screaming baby quiet.

    “I want to be in a small, warm place,” Hermione muttered, and then squeaked a little realizing she’d said it out loud.

    Rose giggled. “Shidole,” she whispered, looking pleased and interested, smacking at Krum’s chest.

    “Rose, don’t call our guests shitholes,” Hermione scolded, and then said, “Viktor, you can stay as long as you like.”

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    Or: The Ron/Hermione/Krum fic that absolutely nobody was hankering for in the year of our Lord 2020.

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    03 Jan 2021

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    “Leave it, Augustine," said Mercymorn, and drained her champagne flute. "No romance you could concoct would ever be worth the trouble.”

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    25 Dec 2020

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    this is a homophobic fix-it fic with no redeeming value

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    10 Nov 2020

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    For six thousand years, Aziraphale did his best to exist within the strictures of Heavenly conduct. It wasn’t a perfect practice; his relationship with Crowley, just for example, was never exactly what one might call “officially sanctioned,” or even, “particularly wise,” but the important thing was that Aziraphale tried. He wasn’t a very good angel, but he did his best, more or less. Wasn’t that all anyone could really ask of him?

    It doesn’t really feel fair, is the point, that in reward for saving the world, Aziraphale seems to be having something of an existential crisis.

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    17 Oct 2020