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teddy_radiatorI have to start straight off the bat by showing off this delightful artwork by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadowycat called Mistress and Master of Revels! When she put out the call that she was at a loose end and would take art suggestions, I asked her to draw a Minerva/Filius piece based on a moment in a fanfic of mine called The Witchhiker's Guide To Beltane. This is the scene I wanted her to recreate, and boy, did she ever!! Just look at those gorgeous robes!
The chime rang, and Minerva called, "Come."
Filius' head appeared in the doorway. "All ready to go, Mistress of Revels?"
The laughter left her lips before she could rein it in. "That has got to be the most lurid robe I have ever seen, Filius Flitwick, and I worked with Albus Dumbledore for forty years!"
Swanning into the study, Filius swept about, almost dancing around the room, showing off the robe's kaleidoscopic patterns of red, purple, green, yellow and black. "I know, and isn't it wonderful? I feel like a gaudily-plumed bird." He gave her one of his beaming great smiles. "You look radiant yourself, Minerva. Like a phoenix in human form."
She adjusted her red, orange and yellow robes. "Thank you, Filius. Let's hope that's a good omen."
"Absolutely! The Wizarding world, rising from the ashes. That's what we're doing tonight—showing the world that the traditions are as natural and necessary as the cycle of life—and just as beautiful."
She was calmed by his cheerful and insightful soul. "You're a fine wizard and a great man, Filius."
Abashed, he blushed. "And you are a great woman and a formidable witch, Minerva. And long may it be so!"
Thank you so much,shadowycat!
I really needed this today. Another tough day at work, though not as gruesome as yesterday, then I came home to Rejection Letter #2. This one stung a bit; the agent seemed to really be into the type of story I was selling, and her thoughts were 'it just didn't grab my imagination'. But hey, it's only two. I'll just keep plugging. Someone out there may like it.
Facebook has killed me off again; I think I'll just stay dead. I'm tired of fighting it. This isn't a good weekend for me. But as someone said, these things usually come in threes, so my three are up. Let's hope things pick up a little.
I will be spending any non-working and non-diy time this week reading plays. I was asked by Centre Stage to review five of their prospective plays for next year's Fringe Series. The first one wasn't too great; the second shows promise. We'll see.
I think I'll close it there.
shadowycat called Mistress and Master of Revels! When she put out the call that she was at a loose end and would take art suggestions, I asked her to draw a Minerva/Filius piece based on a moment in a fanfic of mine called The Witchhiker's Guide To Beltane. This is the scene I wanted her to recreate, and boy, did she ever!! Just look at those gorgeous robes!The chime rang, and Minerva called, "Come."
Filius' head appeared in the doorway. "All ready to go, Mistress of Revels?"
The laughter left her lips before she could rein it in. "That has got to be the most lurid robe I have ever seen, Filius Flitwick, and I worked with Albus Dumbledore for forty years!"
Swanning into the study, Filius swept about, almost dancing around the room, showing off the robe's kaleidoscopic patterns of red, purple, green, yellow and black. "I know, and isn't it wonderful? I feel like a gaudily-plumed bird." He gave her one of his beaming great smiles. "You look radiant yourself, Minerva. Like a phoenix in human form."
She adjusted her red, orange and yellow robes. "Thank you, Filius. Let's hope that's a good omen."
"Absolutely! The Wizarding world, rising from the ashes. That's what we're doing tonight—showing the world that the traditions are as natural and necessary as the cycle of life—and just as beautiful."
She was calmed by his cheerful and insightful soul. "You're a fine wizard and a great man, Filius."
Abashed, he blushed. "And you are a great woman and a formidable witch, Minerva. And long may it be so!"
Thank you so much,
shadowycat!I really needed this today. Another tough day at work, though not as gruesome as yesterday, then I came home to Rejection Letter #2. This one stung a bit; the agent seemed to really be into the type of story I was selling, and her thoughts were 'it just didn't grab my imagination'. But hey, it's only two. I'll just keep plugging. Someone out there may like it.
Facebook has killed me off again; I think I'll just stay dead. I'm tired of fighting it. This isn't a good weekend for me. But as someone said, these things usually come in threes, so my three are up. Let's hope things pick up a little.
I will be spending any non-working and non-diy time this week reading plays. I was asked by Centre Stage to review five of their prospective plays for next year's Fringe Series. The first one wasn't too great; the second shows promise. We'll see.
I think I'll close it there.
