Fishes Die Not of Cold

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Snape/Potter, Lupin/Potter
Summary: Snape should know better than to form a working hypothesis without proper observation.
Warnings: This story will contain sexual scenes and depictions of gore and animal cruelty, though not at the same time. This is a work in progress.

Chapter Two: In which Snape Gets (Un)Settled

Fishes Die Not of Cold

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Snape/Potter, Lupin/Potter
Summary: Snape should know better than to form a working hypothesis without proper observation.
Warnings: This story will contain sexual scenes and depictions of gore and animal cruelty, though not at the same time. This is a work in progress.

I frequently write little bits of stories in my class notebooks and on pieces of scrap paper, and then never look at them again. This story started as one of those bits. I found a piece of folded typing paper while cleaning my car, and it held what would become the opening chapter of this story. The only problem was, it ended rather abruptly, and I had no idea what I’d intended to follow from that point.

I tossed the snippit around a bit, posted it on my livejournal as “The Mystery Potion Thing,” and finally remembered what I’d intended. And I liked it. I couldn’t think of why I hadn’t written more of it. What’s more, I was in the middle of reading a most excellent book, The Elements of Murder, by John Emsley, which had me in an alchemical frame of mind. So, I wrote more. At the time of this writing, I’m a few chapters in and really liking how it’s going. I’m setting myself the modest goal of a chapter every week, until I start fall classes, at least.

Wish me luck.

To Chapter One

I've done a bit of soul searching, lately, spurred on by Brother, and have decided to make a commitment to getting into shape. I'm not talking about anything as intense as caerfree's situp challenges, mind; I'm currently overweight to an unhealthy degree, and far too sedentary. I'm making modifications to my diet, primarily by measuring and recording what I'm eating, and I'm joining the local YMCA, where I intend to go excercise (mostly cardio) for 30-45 minutes three times during the week, and longer on Sunday (I think I will sign up for an aquatic resistance group thing, and maybe a spinning class or something similar). I'll be weighing in once a week, on Sundays. I've been taking walks with Brother, rather sporadically, but it's hard to do at 90+ degrees and 90%+humidity. Indoor/aquatic excercise will be much, much more pleasant and thus more sustainable. 

 On a completely unrelated note, I picked up Fishes Die Not Of Cold (formerly the Mystery Potion Thing) this morning and have worked on it a lot, today. I brought it with me to spanish class because I tend to get ahead of the class when we're doing in class writing exercises, and I wrote on it a bit - then had a strange moment where I had to slam my notebook shut because my teacher was walking around looking over everyone's shoulders at their work and I didn't want her to see I'd been writing about sodomy.  Then I realized I was writing about sodomy in the middle of Spanish class, and I quietly broke down into giggles. 

Anyway, if anyone is interested, Fishes is progressing, slowly but surely, and I intend to work on it more, tonight. I've got the first three chapters roughed and a pretty fully fleshed outline of what's going to happen, though there's a bit of a hole about 1/3 of the way in, where I need to figure out how to get Harry asleep sitting next to Snape so that he can Notice Something, and also I need to actually figure out how Snape is going to make what he's making, and how he should go about figuring out how to make it. There will be graphic animal testing and live vivisection - I do know that much. Because,  you know... Snape.