A rec. Do NOT read while drinking.

It's sort of a Harry Potter fic. But not quite.

It's a Blackadder fic. After a fashion.

Blackadder: The Pureblood Years.

Work in progress. What's there, I found to be a hoot.

Of course, it's been a long day, so my judgment may be impaired.

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Gonna be one of those days.

More study. Same as usual.

Up to sensitive spots in snow. Same as usual.

The whatever-it-is that's been scrabbling around the attic the past few days seems to have stopped. Not sure whether that's a good sign.

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