A bit of senseless blabbing before I leave the office

Reading "Trainspotting" makes me want to write a different sort of Hagrid. Pissed out of his box, calling everybody c*nt and referring to McGonagall as 'a nice pack of fanny'. And to Dumbledore as 'thoroughly unsound old cat'. Mwahahaha.

I'm just too lazy to post another Orpheus chapter--forgive me, whoever is biting their nails or drooling (or both. Yuck) I really, really wanted to get it done last night. There was a fairly large number of things I wanted to get done last night, but all I actually did was reading badfic. *shivers* Oh well, a junk night every now and then isn't the worst that can happen.

Still no trace of Mrs. Sauer. Maybe she doesn't exist at all? I'm afraid she does, though...