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1) Thank you to amberlynne, bedofbones, carson_leigh, lazlet,b romanticalgirl, syrensure, and the very giving literaryll for going wayyyy above and beyond in helping in my time of music bereftness (so not a word). You are all adored madly.

b) I wrote Theodore/Neville pron last night for circe_tigana, and I'd planned to write KC pron for serialkarma but now I'm so pissed off that I cannae even see straight. She gets a rain check.

c) oxoniensis though, gets a big plate of biscuits for introducing me to Sunday afternoon in the garden with tea music -- more commonly referred to as Nick Drake. I knew the name, but not the sound, now it's all cool.

4) sprat has a poll here about your fic-reading habits. Take it, and then link me to some pron to read. I need inspiration.

5) Does anybody else remember the show Kidd Video from Saturday morning cartoons in the 80s? That was a damn good show. Okay, actually the lead was hot and that was enough. Plus, singing!

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But Theodore *can't be* settled. There's nothing settled about this post-war time, where he's still remembering curse light. He's still remembering how easy it is to kill; why then is living is so difficult?

Neville said to him: "Go, then."

And maybe it could have been different if Neville had known he'd come back. But it isn't, is it, because there is resignation rather than hope, and Neville's own kind of hate which Theodore fears will take gentle root and be nurtured, even though Neville isn't that kind of boy.

But none of them are that boy anymore, are they, and maybe *that* is the real problem, maybe a living Slytherin *lost* is more tragic than a whole generation dead on Hampstead Heath.

Theodore wants Blaise. He does not say goodbye.