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There's nothing new here. I'm busy, I'm cranky, I'm sick and I'm exhausted.

I haven't stopped writing, so please stop emailing me and asking me. As I've said quite a few times, RL is pretty hectic for me right now and I don't have time to devote to fan fiction at the moment. When things settle back down, I'll pick it up again.

Bear with me, please.

Good Day!

So much death and destruction over at Infusco Bonitas! My Bellatrix is very happy to have taken out a pair of Aurors. Not to mention all the civilian casualties....

It's really, really fun playing bad guys sometimes. I love it. There's so much room to do things, in my opinion, and so many more darker character aspects to explore. Don't get me wrong, I adore my good guys (and my morally ambiguous guys) but there's this sense of being able to really let loose with the baddies. The good guys don't go in for massive, whole scale, grand spectrum carnage. And sometimes, that's just a hell of a lot of fun.

I'm sure I could be more articulate about the joys of playing evil characters, but at the moment I'm still just giddy over Death Eater slaughter. With more on the way!

Drabble for a_belladona

Title: Demon of Drink
Pairing: Sirius/Severus (eluded to)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Overtones of non-con
Word Count: 100



“Where’s Remus?”

“Lupin is out.”

Grimmauld Place was dark and silent, only the two men’s voices breaking the hush.

“Where?”

“I don’t know, nor do I care. Go back to brooding, Black.”

“And if I don’t want to?” A threatening growl to the words.

“I have things I need do.”

“I just bet you do.” A barking laugh, insulting rather than amusing.

“Leave me be.”

“And if I don’t?”

Cold, clammy fingers wrapped around Severus’ wrist, holding him in place. Alcohol stale breath blew against his ear. Drunk again.

“Let go of me.”

Sirius just tightened his grip and laughed.