Full Moonty - PG-13 Remus/Sirius
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hp_fan_fics's Christmas Exchange. However, no stories were ever posted by the mods over there. However, I worked fairly hard on this and thought I'd share it with you all.
The request was for Remus/Sirius humorous story. This was my take on it with help...
Title: The Full Moonty
Words: 2210
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Mentions of the other Marauders, Snape and McGonagall (non-romantically)
Warnings: slash, UST, silly humor
Rating: PG -13 for mentions of nudity
Summary: It was their fifth year and Sirius, James and Peter finally master the magic necessary to become Animagi.
A/N: Written for emma for thehp_fan_fics exchange. The story came from a conversation with janicechess and credit for the story basis should go to her creative mind. Beta'd by anael and janicechess
Disclaimer: Not mine, not now, not later. Everything HP belongs to JKR and her distributors and business associates.
It was the morning after a full moon and Remus was tired. He had very little memory of the night before. His memory actually started to get fuzzy around lunchtime of the day before. Groggily, he rolled over, his hand flopping out in front of him as he did so.
His grogginess disappeared when his hand encountered naked flesh. Carefully, he drifted his hand further down the length of flesh, hoping for the best. Dreading what he would encounter, Remus refused to open up his eyes. Last night, had it really been a full moon or had he gone drinking with the rest of the Marauders? The tingling pain of fresh scratches informed him that his first thought had been correct.
Thinking of the nickname "Marauders" caused a smile to ghost across his lips before he flinched as his hand encountered a face. Grimacing, he slowly pulled his hand away, only to have it caught seconds later by someone else's hand.
"Moony? You ok?" So, it was Sirius's hand that held his, Sirius's naked flesh he'd dragged his hand along.
"Yeah, what happened last night?" His voice sounded hoarse and rusty. He could barely breathe the words as pain flared in his throat.
"Well, you chased after James and me for a bit. We lost you in the woods, but Peter kept a watch on you." Remus was confused. He didn't have any memory of chasing after his friends. He'd been a werewolf last night, it simply wasn't safe for them to have been nearby.
"I don't understand, Sirius." Remus finally opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Sirius's face less than a foot from his. Sirius still held his hand but as their eyes met, their hands gradually fell apart.
"What's there to understand, Moony? We kept you company last night." The matter-of-fact voice stunned and confused Remus.
"Sirius, why would you do that? Why would any of you do that? I'm a werewolf, for fuck's sake! It's not safe." Sirius only laughed in response.
"I don't see what's so bloody funny, Sirius. I could've killed you, any of you."
"We did it, Moony. We finally did it, James, Peter and me." Remus's confusion must have shown because Sirius laughed again before continuing. "We changed, we did it."
"You, you became…" Remus stuttered in wonderment as Sirius snorted.
"Animagi, Moony. I'm a dog, James is a stag and Peter is a mouse. Just like we'd planned, Moony old chap. " The pair smiled at each other as a voice piped up from somewhere to the side.
"Rat, Sirius, I'm a rat. Get it right." A barking laugh answered Peter as Remus sat up in surprise at hearing another voice. He stared at his friends, their three naked bodies arrayed around him.
"Mind if I ask you all a question?"
Peter mumbled something, James didn't stir and Sirius nodded, so Remus continued, "Where are your clothes?"
"Well, err, see, that's part of the transformation we haven't really mastered yet." The self-conscious words from Sirius made Remus laugh. Sirius was the least self-conscious among them.
"You didn't practice the whole clothing thing when you practiced the transformations?" Sirius sat, crossing his legs in front of him but completely at ease with his nudity. After all, the boys had shared a dorm for years. Remus still averted his eyes. He was comfortable with the others' nudity but not Sirius's.
"We wanted to surprise you, Moony. Wasn't it a good surprise?"
"It was a fine surprise, Sirius." Remus shook his head in amazement.
"Then shut the fuck up over there, I'm sodding tired!"
Sharing a grin, Sirius and Remus quickly turned and tossed the first objects they could grab at James. Sirius's shoe bounced off James' chest and a sock of unknown ownership landed on his face. A groan followed by a roar was the only warning before a barrage of clothing pelted towards the pair.
Soon, clothing was flying furiously from one side of the room to the other. The laughter from the foursome echoed out into the street. An older Wizard that happened to be walking near the old shack quickly turned and went back the way he'd come, muttering to himself, "First the shrieking and howling, now it's laughing at me."
After the boys tired of their game, they lay down on the floor, panting, their heads nearly touching and their bodies laid out like spokes of a wheel.
"Thank you." Unable to fully grasp the gift that they'd given him, Remus was beyond grateful that he'd never have to be alone again during his change.
"We didn't do it for you, Moony."
Trust Sirius to downplay the gift, Remus thought.
"Yeah? Then who did you do it for?" Remus asked sarcastically.
James laughed as he reached over and poked Remus in the center.
"We did it for the bragging rights, of course. Who else our age can do it? Snivellus?" The room erupted with gales of mirth at the image.
"So what would old Snivellus be?" Quiet descended on the room with Sirius's question before each started shouting their answers.
"A goat!"
"A bat!"
"A worm!"
"An eel!"
"Boomslang!"
"Bundimun!"
"Ugh, James, he's slimy enough, at any rate." Snorting with laughter, the boys got up and searched through the pile for their clothing.
"Why is it that McGonagall can transform with her clothes, then, but you boys can't?" Remus cocked an eyebrow as he finished dressing.
"Well, Moony, my dear friend," James paused to snap a pair of pants at Remus before continuing, "it could be because she's been doing it since before dirt was around. We've only changed the once, well, twice."
"Excuse me but those are my pants!" Sirius quickly snatched the pants from Remus and pulled them on.
"Keep your pants on next time, Black, and you won't have to worry about me abusing them."
With a rude gesture, Sirius turned his back and began to search for his trousers. When he picked them up, they were covered in fur.
"Moony, next time you shed, could you do it on your own clothes?"
Remus only shook his head in response as he started towards the stairwell.
"That isn't my fur, you arse." The pounding of feet alerted Remus shortly before Sirius shouldered him to the side
"Oh, right, it's mine. Well, still, bear it in mind!" Sirius shouted while Remus was shoved again as James quickly followed.
"So what should we call each other then? We should have some type of codenames." Sirius flashed a grin before entering the tunnel leading back to Hogwarts. "I mean, Remus is Moony because of the whole werewolf thing, obviously, but what about the rest of us?"
"Just pussyfoot around the issue, there, Sirius." James' exasperated voice echoed around the narrow tunnel.
"Not pussyfoot, what about Padfoot? Yeah, I think I like that. You all can call me Padfoot." Sirius turned and poked an elbow into James' side. James quickly retaliated.
"Holy shite, your elbows are sharp. Prongs, James, that's yours!" James laughed before poking Remus.
"You two are incorrigible." Again, Remus shook his head as he tried to figure out how he'd become friendly with these two.
"What about me, then?" Peter's voice sounded tiny and uncertain.
"Well, since you have such a skinny tail when you're a mouse, we'll call you Wormtail, of course."
"I'm a rat, for fuck's sake, Sirius, a rat. What's so hard to remember about that?" A small rock bounced off Sirius's back. Sirius merely tossed another rude gesture over his shoulder as he walked.
~~
The next few months passed quickly as the boys practiced their Animagus transformations. Each Full Moon, Remus found himself running after Sirius, especially. Padfoot was a playful shaggy black dog. It looked a bit like a Grim but Remus didn't mind. It took plenty of practice and Remus gradually got used to their nudity. Sirius and James were shameless as they wandered around, transforming at will. Peter, on the other hand, hid himself until he was completely dressed.
During one Transfiguration class, Sirius raised his hand. Startled, Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows before addressing Sirius.
"Yes, Mr. Black? You finally have something to add to the lesson?" The Slytherins on the other side of the room erupted in laughter as Sirius snorted.
"Professor, how is it that you can keep your clothes on?" Gales of laughter broke out from the entire class at the question as the Professor stared. "What I mean is, when you change into that cat. How do you keep your clothes when you change back?"
"And what, pray tell, does my clothing have to do with Transfiguring that cup into a mouse?"
"I was going for a rat, ma'am." A laugh quickly transformed into a cough as Professor McGonagall swiveled her head towards where James sat next to Remus.
"Sorry, ma'am. I, err, had something my throat."
Professor McGonagall nodded disbelievingly before turning back to Sirius.
"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Black."
"I was just thinking ahead, Professor, after all, we'll cover this subject eventually, right? Might it be on the O.W.L.S.? You change into a cat fully dressed but you aren't wearing a dress when you're a cat. Then, when you change back, you're dressed again. I don't get it." Sirius sounded innocent and Remus inwardly applauded his friend's acting skills.
"As you seem to be dying of curiosity…" The Professor launched into a lengthy discussion of the thought pattern necessary for the transfiguration. When she mentioned her knickers, most of the class groaned. Sirius, on the other hand, shared a triumphant glance with the rest of the foursome.
"Right, Professor. Thanks."
Professor McGonagall nodded before continuing to sweep around the room checking on the students' progress. The squeaking from Sirius's table told Remus that he'd gone back to his Transfigurations.
~~
The next Full Moon came too quickly for Remus. As usual, he made his way down the tunnel towards the dilapidated shack on the edge of Hogsmeade, where he sat with a book until the crunching pain wracked his body. When he started to rake at his face, a small rat entered the room. With a roar, Moony chased it through the tunnel and into the night.
As he exited the tunnel, he was met by a bounding dog. Crashing through the woods after it, he was momentarily distracted by the stag that pranced across his path. Moony quickly took off after it. The dog bounded after him until it impacted with his back. Shrieking with rage, the werewolf turned and gave chase.
The give and take continued through the night until the rat led Moony back to the shack. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the floor. When morning came, it found Remus passed out on the floor of the bedroom. He wearily opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Sirius' face close to his.
The two stared at each other for what seemed hours. Sirius slowly reached out his hand and touched Remus's cheek. Remus couldn't suppress the shudder that wracked his body.
"You've a cut."
Remus lifted his hand to touch his cheek and Sirius' hand in return.
"It happens, Sirius." A soft smile crossed Sirius's lips before he grasped Remus's hand.
"It shouldn't. You shouldn't hurt yourself, Moony. That's what we're here for." Remus left his hand in Sirius's before he reached out with his other hand to lay it on Sirius's bare shoulder.
"You've forgotten your clothes, Padfoot."
"Did I? Foolish me."
Remus laughed softly.
"I thought you knew how to change with the clothes now. Wasn't that what that whole conversation with McGonagall was about?" Sirius nodded. "Are you naked just because, then?"
"Yeah, you know me, Moony, anything to be naked around you." A comical leer passed Sirius's lips.
"Sod off, Sirius." Snickering, Remus stood and crossed the room to the pile of clothes next to the bed. As he pulled on his pants and then his trousers, he didn't hear Sirius moving. "Come on, Sirius, we should get back."
When Remus turned, Sirius was standing close, perhaps a trifle too close for his own comfort. For the first time in a long time, Sirius' face was serious and shuttered.
"What's wrong, Padfoot?" Before he could finish his question completely, Sirius pressed his lips to Remus'. Unsure how to respond, Remus froze in place. Sirius pulled back quickly.
"That's that, then. I'm sorry, Moony. Shan't happen again." When Sirius made to leave, Remus grabbed his arm.
"What was that about, Sirius?" Sirius tried to shrug his arm out of Remus' grip but Remus held steady. "Answer me."
"It was a kiss, Remus. Surely you've experienced one before." Sirius stilled in Remus' grasp.
"But why?"
"I've wanted to kiss you for a bit. It seemed a good time. I was wrong, of course." Remus hated the emotionless tone to Sirius's voice.
"Were you?" Sirius stared as Remus moved closer. With a slow motion, Remus pressed his lips firmly against Sirius' lips. Answering Remus' lengthy motion, Sirius moaned and pressed back harder, taking control of the kiss.
For Remus, it was the best morning after he'd had since he'd had his childhood stolen by a bite from a werewolf.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought... concrit welcomed with open arms.
hp_fan_fics's Christmas Exchange. However, no stories were ever posted by the mods over there. However, I worked fairly hard on this and thought I'd share it with you all. The request was for Remus/Sirius humorous story. This was my take on it with help...
Title: The Full Moonty
Words: 2210
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Mentions of the other Marauders, Snape and McGonagall (non-romantically)
Warnings: slash, UST, silly humor
Rating: PG -13 for mentions of nudity
Summary: It was their fifth year and Sirius, James and Peter finally master the magic necessary to become Animagi.
A/N: Written for emma for the
hp_fan_fics exchange. The story came from a conversation with janicechess and credit for the story basis should go to her creative mind. Beta'd by anael and janicechessDisclaimer: Not mine, not now, not later. Everything HP belongs to JKR and her distributors and business associates.
It was the morning after a full moon and Remus was tired. He had very little memory of the night before. His memory actually started to get fuzzy around lunchtime of the day before. Groggily, he rolled over, his hand flopping out in front of him as he did so.
His grogginess disappeared when his hand encountered naked flesh. Carefully, he drifted his hand further down the length of flesh, hoping for the best. Dreading what he would encounter, Remus refused to open up his eyes. Last night, had it really been a full moon or had he gone drinking with the rest of the Marauders? The tingling pain of fresh scratches informed him that his first thought had been correct.
Thinking of the nickname "Marauders" caused a smile to ghost across his lips before he flinched as his hand encountered a face. Grimacing, he slowly pulled his hand away, only to have it caught seconds later by someone else's hand.
"Moony? You ok?" So, it was Sirius's hand that held his, Sirius's naked flesh he'd dragged his hand along.
"Yeah, what happened last night?" His voice sounded hoarse and rusty. He could barely breathe the words as pain flared in his throat.
"Well, you chased after James and me for a bit. We lost you in the woods, but Peter kept a watch on you." Remus was confused. He didn't have any memory of chasing after his friends. He'd been a werewolf last night, it simply wasn't safe for them to have been nearby.
"I don't understand, Sirius." Remus finally opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Sirius's face less than a foot from his. Sirius still held his hand but as their eyes met, their hands gradually fell apart.
"What's there to understand, Moony? We kept you company last night." The matter-of-fact voice stunned and confused Remus.
"Sirius, why would you do that? Why would any of you do that? I'm a werewolf, for fuck's sake! It's not safe." Sirius only laughed in response.
"I don't see what's so bloody funny, Sirius. I could've killed you, any of you."
"We did it, Moony. We finally did it, James, Peter and me." Remus's confusion must have shown because Sirius laughed again before continuing. "We changed, we did it."
"You, you became…" Remus stuttered in wonderment as Sirius snorted.
"Animagi, Moony. I'm a dog, James is a stag and Peter is a mouse. Just like we'd planned, Moony old chap. " The pair smiled at each other as a voice piped up from somewhere to the side.
"Rat, Sirius, I'm a rat. Get it right." A barking laugh answered Peter as Remus sat up in surprise at hearing another voice. He stared at his friends, their three naked bodies arrayed around him.
"Mind if I ask you all a question?"
Peter mumbled something, James didn't stir and Sirius nodded, so Remus continued, "Where are your clothes?"
"Well, err, see, that's part of the transformation we haven't really mastered yet." The self-conscious words from Sirius made Remus laugh. Sirius was the least self-conscious among them.
"You didn't practice the whole clothing thing when you practiced the transformations?" Sirius sat, crossing his legs in front of him but completely at ease with his nudity. After all, the boys had shared a dorm for years. Remus still averted his eyes. He was comfortable with the others' nudity but not Sirius's.
"We wanted to surprise you, Moony. Wasn't it a good surprise?"
"It was a fine surprise, Sirius." Remus shook his head in amazement.
"Then shut the fuck up over there, I'm sodding tired!"
Sharing a grin, Sirius and Remus quickly turned and tossed the first objects they could grab at James. Sirius's shoe bounced off James' chest and a sock of unknown ownership landed on his face. A groan followed by a roar was the only warning before a barrage of clothing pelted towards the pair.
Soon, clothing was flying furiously from one side of the room to the other. The laughter from the foursome echoed out into the street. An older Wizard that happened to be walking near the old shack quickly turned and went back the way he'd come, muttering to himself, "First the shrieking and howling, now it's laughing at me."
After the boys tired of their game, they lay down on the floor, panting, their heads nearly touching and their bodies laid out like spokes of a wheel.
"Thank you." Unable to fully grasp the gift that they'd given him, Remus was beyond grateful that he'd never have to be alone again during his change.
"We didn't do it for you, Moony."
Trust Sirius to downplay the gift, Remus thought.
"Yeah? Then who did you do it for?" Remus asked sarcastically.
James laughed as he reached over and poked Remus in the center.
"We did it for the bragging rights, of course. Who else our age can do it? Snivellus?" The room erupted with gales of mirth at the image.
"So what would old Snivellus be?" Quiet descended on the room with Sirius's question before each started shouting their answers.
"A goat!"
"A bat!"
"A worm!"
"An eel!"
"Boomslang!"
"Bundimun!"
"Ugh, James, he's slimy enough, at any rate." Snorting with laughter, the boys got up and searched through the pile for their clothing.
"Why is it that McGonagall can transform with her clothes, then, but you boys can't?" Remus cocked an eyebrow as he finished dressing.
"Well, Moony, my dear friend," James paused to snap a pair of pants at Remus before continuing, "it could be because she's been doing it since before dirt was around. We've only changed the once, well, twice."
"Excuse me but those are my pants!" Sirius quickly snatched the pants from Remus and pulled them on.
"Keep your pants on next time, Black, and you won't have to worry about me abusing them."
With a rude gesture, Sirius turned his back and began to search for his trousers. When he picked them up, they were covered in fur.
"Moony, next time you shed, could you do it on your own clothes?"
Remus only shook his head in response as he started towards the stairwell.
"That isn't my fur, you arse." The pounding of feet alerted Remus shortly before Sirius shouldered him to the side
"Oh, right, it's mine. Well, still, bear it in mind!" Sirius shouted while Remus was shoved again as James quickly followed.
"So what should we call each other then? We should have some type of codenames." Sirius flashed a grin before entering the tunnel leading back to Hogwarts. "I mean, Remus is Moony because of the whole werewolf thing, obviously, but what about the rest of us?"
"Just pussyfoot around the issue, there, Sirius." James' exasperated voice echoed around the narrow tunnel.
"Not pussyfoot, what about Padfoot? Yeah, I think I like that. You all can call me Padfoot." Sirius turned and poked an elbow into James' side. James quickly retaliated.
"Holy shite, your elbows are sharp. Prongs, James, that's yours!" James laughed before poking Remus.
"You two are incorrigible." Again, Remus shook his head as he tried to figure out how he'd become friendly with these two.
"What about me, then?" Peter's voice sounded tiny and uncertain.
"Well, since you have such a skinny tail when you're a mouse, we'll call you Wormtail, of course."
"I'm a rat, for fuck's sake, Sirius, a rat. What's so hard to remember about that?" A small rock bounced off Sirius's back. Sirius merely tossed another rude gesture over his shoulder as he walked.
~~
The next few months passed quickly as the boys practiced their Animagus transformations. Each Full Moon, Remus found himself running after Sirius, especially. Padfoot was a playful shaggy black dog. It looked a bit like a Grim but Remus didn't mind. It took plenty of practice and Remus gradually got used to their nudity. Sirius and James were shameless as they wandered around, transforming at will. Peter, on the other hand, hid himself until he was completely dressed.
During one Transfiguration class, Sirius raised his hand. Startled, Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows before addressing Sirius.
"Yes, Mr. Black? You finally have something to add to the lesson?" The Slytherins on the other side of the room erupted in laughter as Sirius snorted.
"Professor, how is it that you can keep your clothes on?" Gales of laughter broke out from the entire class at the question as the Professor stared. "What I mean is, when you change into that cat. How do you keep your clothes when you change back?"
"And what, pray tell, does my clothing have to do with Transfiguring that cup into a mouse?"
"I was going for a rat, ma'am." A laugh quickly transformed into a cough as Professor McGonagall swiveled her head towards where James sat next to Remus.
"Sorry, ma'am. I, err, had something my throat."
Professor McGonagall nodded disbelievingly before turning back to Sirius.
"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Black."
"I was just thinking ahead, Professor, after all, we'll cover this subject eventually, right? Might it be on the O.W.L.S.? You change into a cat fully dressed but you aren't wearing a dress when you're a cat. Then, when you change back, you're dressed again. I don't get it." Sirius sounded innocent and Remus inwardly applauded his friend's acting skills.
"As you seem to be dying of curiosity…" The Professor launched into a lengthy discussion of the thought pattern necessary for the transfiguration. When she mentioned her knickers, most of the class groaned. Sirius, on the other hand, shared a triumphant glance with the rest of the foursome.
"Right, Professor. Thanks."
Professor McGonagall nodded before continuing to sweep around the room checking on the students' progress. The squeaking from Sirius's table told Remus that he'd gone back to his Transfigurations.
~~
The next Full Moon came too quickly for Remus. As usual, he made his way down the tunnel towards the dilapidated shack on the edge of Hogsmeade, where he sat with a book until the crunching pain wracked his body. When he started to rake at his face, a small rat entered the room. With a roar, Moony chased it through the tunnel and into the night.
As he exited the tunnel, he was met by a bounding dog. Crashing through the woods after it, he was momentarily distracted by the stag that pranced across his path. Moony quickly took off after it. The dog bounded after him until it impacted with his back. Shrieking with rage, the werewolf turned and gave chase.
The give and take continued through the night until the rat led Moony back to the shack. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the floor. When morning came, it found Remus passed out on the floor of the bedroom. He wearily opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Sirius' face close to his.
The two stared at each other for what seemed hours. Sirius slowly reached out his hand and touched Remus's cheek. Remus couldn't suppress the shudder that wracked his body.
"You've a cut."
Remus lifted his hand to touch his cheek and Sirius' hand in return.
"It happens, Sirius." A soft smile crossed Sirius's lips before he grasped Remus's hand.
"It shouldn't. You shouldn't hurt yourself, Moony. That's what we're here for." Remus left his hand in Sirius's before he reached out with his other hand to lay it on Sirius's bare shoulder.
"You've forgotten your clothes, Padfoot."
"Did I? Foolish me."
Remus laughed softly.
"I thought you knew how to change with the clothes now. Wasn't that what that whole conversation with McGonagall was about?" Sirius nodded. "Are you naked just because, then?"
"Yeah, you know me, Moony, anything to be naked around you." A comical leer passed Sirius's lips.
"Sod off, Sirius." Snickering, Remus stood and crossed the room to the pile of clothes next to the bed. As he pulled on his pants and then his trousers, he didn't hear Sirius moving. "Come on, Sirius, we should get back."
When Remus turned, Sirius was standing close, perhaps a trifle too close for his own comfort. For the first time in a long time, Sirius' face was serious and shuttered.
"What's wrong, Padfoot?" Before he could finish his question completely, Sirius pressed his lips to Remus'. Unsure how to respond, Remus froze in place. Sirius pulled back quickly.
"That's that, then. I'm sorry, Moony. Shan't happen again." When Sirius made to leave, Remus grabbed his arm.
"What was that about, Sirius?" Sirius tried to shrug his arm out of Remus' grip but Remus held steady. "Answer me."
"It was a kiss, Remus. Surely you've experienced one before." Sirius stilled in Remus' grasp.
"But why?"
"I've wanted to kiss you for a bit. It seemed a good time. I was wrong, of course." Remus hated the emotionless tone to Sirius's voice.
"Were you?" Sirius stared as Remus moved closer. With a slow motion, Remus pressed his lips firmly against Sirius' lips. Answering Remus' lengthy motion, Sirius moaned and pressed back harder, taking control of the kiss.
For Remus, it was the best morning after he'd had since he'd had his childhood stolen by a bite from a werewolf.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought... concrit welcomed with open arms.
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Date: 2006-01-29 08:18 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked the characterizations...I'm never quite sure with some of my "rarer" pairs (meaning non-h/d and ginny/luna).
Thanks for the comments!
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Date: 2006-01-29 01:57 pm (UTC)You really did great with the characterazation, it must be harder writting from the maurader period, because you don't really have anything to go by, but you did a really great job.
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I really really love that padfoot icon that you have, it's stunning.
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Date: 2006-01-30 10:35 pm (UTC)It is hard to write during that period as there are so many diverse opinions. I still enjoy that era, although I haven't done many forays into it.