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Stolen from mrstater. We are seriously going to have to start a meme-holics anonymous or some such. This is not getting HW done or fics written.


1. What is your favourite story that you have written
Tough call but probably Boys' Night Out. It was fun playing with the two completely different voices in one character, though I'm still not sure I have enough violence for the werewolf. Plus I love the humor at the end. A few of my subsequent answers will come from this piece, which I suspect most of my flist hasn't read since it isn't R/T. You'll have to argue with me over my other answers and tell me the favorite bits from R/T stories or go read this one :-)

2. What is your favourite quote you have written? (doesn't have to be from your fav story)
I don't know!

I get a kick out of Tonks' gravity explanation in Chocolate-Covered Tonks so I guess I'll go with "She tried to smile innocently at him but could not conceal the impish gleam in her sparkling eyes. 'Don't you think gravity deserves some time off after a few millennia of pulling things toward the ground? Maybe it could have taken a break long enough for me to grab the floating tin.'"

3. What is the funniest quote you have written?
My best punch lines seem to be very short. Probably either "I know! Dogbreath!" from Boys' Night Out or "P.S. Cute bum!" from Buns at Breakfast.

4. What is the most romantic/sexiest quote you have written?
R/T first kiss in Sparks to Flames

Remus got up from his armchair and joined her on the rug. They now lay facing each other. "I certainly do not find you immature," he whispered, looking into her eyes.

"No?" she breathed.

"No. You know what needs to be done and you do it but you don't let your duties destroy your soul. I admire that." He felt something soft and warm lightly brushing the back of his hand. He looked down and saw her thumb absently rubbing over his hand. His heart beat faster.

"I'm the only Auror who goes to work in ripped jeans and neon hair."

With his free hand he pushed a strand of her spiky green hair away from her face. She turned slightly into his palm so he left it resting against the side of her face. "You're the only woman in ripped jeans and neon hair with the strength, dedication, and abilities to succeed at Auror training," he countered.

He could feel her breath on his palm. "How long are we going to keep playing this game?" she asked.

"What game?" he whispered as he began to stroke his thumb over her cheek in time to her motions on his hand.

"The one where we keep dancing around what we really want to say." She licked her lips before adding, "what we really want to do."

Remus couldn't stay focused on her eyes. They were enchanting him, but he still couldn't stop himself from frequently glancing down towards her lips. "I'm willing to end that particular game if you are."

Tonks leaned in a little closer. "I want to know how you really feel."

He leaned in closer and whispered against her lips, "Let me show you."

He never would be able to say who closed the final gap. He just knew he was kissing her. Her supple and moist lips were softly moving against his. They broke apart and gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before leaning in for another kiss. This time, hesitant tongues began to explore as the kiss deepened. Nothing mattered to him but the feel and taste of her. Neither of them was aware of the man who briefly appeared in the library door. Neither heard the whispered "Its about bloody time, Moony," as Sirius walked away.


5. What is the saddest quote you have written?
Drabble so I'll just put the entire thing: Close(t)

Patterned sweaters with the occasional ink stain that suited him as a man of intellect, a professor and a scholar.

Faded jeans just beginning to show a few tears and holes that hinted at the Marauder spirit he always maintained.

Old and worn formal dress robes that served to highlight the quiet dignity with which he faced his life's hardships.

His small wardrobe swam out of focus as tears filled her eyes. How could she choose just one outfit to represent such a complex man for all eternity? How could she choose the clothes in which to bury her love?


6. What is yuckiest/scariest thing you have written?
From Boys' Night Out

As his despair mounted, so did the desire to make someone else feel his pain. The urge to attack, to kill, to feed, was too strong to be denied. He tore at already-broken chairs and tables, trying to quench his need to destroy. He found nothing to quiet the voice within him crying for blood. Turning to the only available source for the one thing he craved most, he bit at his own forearm. Fangs dug through thick fur before finding and penetrating flesh. He pulled back, whimpering in pain but relishing the sweet taste. He sniffed at his wound and a familiar coppery scent flooded over him. But there was also another smell in the air. Something new had entered his domain. He whirled, hackles rising, searching for the source of the new odor.

It goes on from there with no actual werewolf attack, but some serious consideration of doing so.

7. Who is your favourite character to write?
Remus – he is game for anything and gives you such freedom.

8. Who is the most difficult character for you to write?
Dumbledore – he has such specific speech patterns, it is difficult to sound authentic. The mixture of sheer brilliance and unorthodox insanity is brilliant when done well but creepy if done wrong so I'm always a bit nervous about attempting it.

9. What is your favourite genre?
Not angst. Seriously, I don't have a specific favorite, just the not-favorite.

10. What is the quote you get quoted back at you the most?
Probably a tie between a Star Wars one and a Harry Potter one.

The Harry Potter quote is from Through Anger to Forgiveness:
"Mangy git rummaged through my stuff and read my list."

The Star Wars one is from Senses of Love:
he preferred a pillow that was a large and fluffy monstrosity

No real idea why all the Star Wars fans went nuts over Luke Skywalker's pillow being a fluffy monstrosity, but there you go.

Comments:

What's Taters, Precious?
mrstater at 8:27 pm on 13 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Oh! I'm so glad you posted that blurb from Sparks to Flames, because I'd forgotten how much I love that piece. You definitely nailed the breathlessness and tingliness of feelings coming out in the open. I'm not sure why I hadn't added that one to memories before, but it is now.

Though your bathtub one was really sexy, if I remember. ;)
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 8:42 pm on 13 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
You mean this bit from Friday of the Just An Ordinary Week Series?

Tonks lay back, her eyes closed, and she was certain she was in heaven. Warm water enveloped her, soothing aching muscles and relaxing away her cares. The bubbles and foam Remus had added to the water left her skin smooth and soft. A cough echoed through the small room and she slowly peeled her eyes open. The only light came from the lavender-scented candles scattered around the small bathroom. The flickering firelight combined with the steam from the bathwater to suffuse everything with a dim and surreal glow, but she could clearly see the man in the doorway leading to the master bedroom.

"Wotcher, Remus," she said softly. "This bath was such a great idea. I don't know why I didn't take you up on the offer yesterday."

His eyes slid over as much of her from as the water and bubbles would allow. Her breasts just poked through the foam. A few bubbles clung to her nipples and his gaze lingered there for a moment. She watched as his tongue darted out to lick his lips before he returned his attention to her face. "I seem to recall you had a great idea of your own that you preferred." His voice, always a bit harsh, was coarser than normal. The delicious sound made her pulse race.

She languidly lifted one leg from the water and pointed her toes toward the ceiling. She rotated her ankle. Remus watched her calf muscles flex as if his life depended on the sight. "I'm sure we could find some way to combine our ideas," she suggested.


I thought about using that, but I think the Sparks to Flame bit is better. Besides, there is quite a lot in that quote that doesn't make sense if you haven't read Thursday, which doesn't make sense if you haven't read Wednesday, etc.

I was REALLY rushed when I did the Ordinary Week ones. Rewriting them is high on my list of things to do over Christmas Break (yes, it will be that long before I get to it).

Thanks for the lovely words RE: Sparks to Flame. It was a difficult piece because Sirius wanted to be all angsty and I wanted to have fun with it. Glad the end result works.
What's Taters, Precious?
mrstater at 9:54 pm on 13 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Ah yes. That's the one. So hot. :)
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 10:25 pm on 13 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Now if only I could come up with a reasonable excuse for getting Remus in the tub...
What's Taters, Precious?
mrstater at 10:26 pm on 13 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Sh! Don't tell, but one of my works-in-progress has a bathtub scene.
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 10:27 pm on 13 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
I don't know what to say except "Hot damn!" :D
What's Taters, Precious?
mrstater at 10:33 pm on 13 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Where better to have a serious conversation? ;)
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 1:39 am on 14 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Are you always a tease or just when it comes to fics?
What's Taters, Precious?
mrstater at 2:56 am on 14 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
I plead the 5th. ;)
JD
lady_bracknell at 2:42 pm on 14 September 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Over here, I believe you have the right to remain silent, as anything you do say may be taken down and given as evidence against you.

So I think pleading the 5th may well be a wise decision in this case.

I feel a bit left out to not have a sexy bathroom scene....


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