Megan (
themegaloo) wrote2005-03-27 11:28 pm
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I had a quarter stuck on my butt
But we aren't talking about that. We're talking about much more interesting stuff!
Hokay, here's the coolest thing ever to happen: So, a few years ago I was Circuit Champion for the Aiken Spring Classic (It's an A-rated, two week horse show which has a lot of very famous people who ride in it) in the Children's Jumper division. So I was on the phone with my old trainer this weekend, and she tells me that they're starting perpetual trophies for the show...and that she and Tom purchased the one for the Children's Jumper division.
It's now named the Harry Potter Perpetual Trophy in honor of my horse. That...is so flippin cool.
Um, I was going to write more, but I've forgotten most of it. >.
Hokay, here's the coolest thing ever to happen: So, a few years ago I was Circuit Champion for the Aiken Spring Classic (It's an A-rated, two week horse show which has a lot of very famous people who ride in it) in the Children's Jumper division. So I was on the phone with my old trainer this weekend, and she tells me that they're starting perpetual trophies for the show...and that she and Tom purchased the one for the Children's Jumper division.
It's now named the Harry Potter Perpetual Trophy in honor of my horse. That...is so flippin cool.
Um, I was going to write more, but I've forgotten most of it. >.
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I just cracked a rib laughing. No, really. That's hilarious. :)
(P.S. Go check out my new fic if you have time!
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And I will...going to sleep shortly, btu I will at the first chance I get. Promise. =)
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I'm still online, though, and writing away, so I'll comment back here if you care to chat.
Where I'm at in the first scene right now:
The man lost all traces of good humor, his amber eyes overbright and solemn as he lowered his wand slowly. “The man you thought died wasn’t me—it was a polyjuiced Severus Snape. That’s why the Dark Mark was on his arm when the Ministry declared me dead and a traitor—polyjuice can’t conceal it. I was framed. I was never the traitor, Sirius—Peter was.”
If this man wasn’t Remus Lupin he was doing a damned good impression of it. He looked older—his brown hair was flecked with grey and there were thin scars covering his body—but his voice and eyes were as earnest as Sirius remembered. Sirius considered stunning the imposter and asking questions later, but the man’s wand now hung limply at his side, and despite his tough words Sirius felt riveted to the floor.
Sirius's voice and reaction is so hard to pin down! ugh! Any ideas/thoughts?
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You're not still peeved, are you? I have no idea what happened, but my computer told me that the "AIM service can't be reached," whatever the heck that's suppposed to mean...
How goes the fics you're writing?
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I'm good now. AIM's working again btw