It's the little things.

[vulgarweed]

Somewhere in conversation around the phone table at work today, my age came up, and both the lady in her 20s (the Torchwood geek!) and the lady in her 70s jaw-dropped at me. Apparently all my, ahem, clean living has kept me youthful.

I got my Remix assignment and it is THIRTY-SEVEN FLAVORS OF AWESOME!!!! The hard part is deciding which of her gazillion cool stories in the bazillion fandoms we have in common to remix. She tends to write short, maybe I'll do more than one. (She seems to dig crossovers so maybe I'll make a massive mashup!)

Letter to my remixer coming soon.

Comments

[catherinecookmn.livejournal.com]

Hooray, hooray!

[catherinecookmn.livejournal.com]

Here's a fandom mashup for you:

Dr. Lecter steepled his fingers in front of him as he studied the blonde girl with the eerie eyes and the strange, fishlike beauty. "So, Luna. They tell me that you see all manner of things that no one else does."

The girl's blue eyes danced as she dimpled a smile at him. "I do," she said, in an accent that sounded like the south coast of England with a hint of an Irish lilt. I can also do things most people can't."

"Indeed."

"Certainly, doctor." She dimpled again. "Would you like a demonstration?"

Dr. Lecter betrayed no trace of skepticism, either in voice or in manner. "Yes, I would."

"This will be a little difficult since they took my wand," she said, "but I will try."

She held out her hands, slim and milk-pale, about a foot over the glass paperweight on his desk. She closed her eyes, and a rush of blood gave some color to her face.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" she shouted, and the paperweight rose, wobbling to be sure, up from the polished mahogany. A muscle twitched in her cheek, and she dropped back into her chair. The paperweight crashed back onto the desk, bouncing, and leaving a mark on the wood.

"Oh, dear," she said, genuinely concerned. "I'm sorry, doctor -- let me fix that."

Dr. Lecter put out his hand on hers, gently yet firmly. His own peculiar eyes gleamed redly in the soft light of his office. "No need to do that, Luna. This will give me something to remember this day by."

[vulgarweed.livejournal.com]

OMG BRILLIANT!

I do love your Dr. Lecter. Any thoughts of making this a longer piece?

[catherinecookmn.livejournal.com]

I'll have to clarify a couple of things -- the good doctor is at this point operating under an alias, obviously (this being post-Silence-of-the-Lambs, which it would have to be to mesh with the Potterverse timeline).

I propose that Luna had escaped from the Death Eaters, was injured enough to need medical treatment, and was unable/unwilling to attempt to pass as a Muggle. She's about to be committed to the loony bin... but the doctor who will be making that decision may decide that he has other plans.