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Today, the 4th April 2016, marks the 10th anniversary of this account, and of my pen-name [livejournal.com profile] purplefluffycat!

To celebrate, I thought I'd post this meme and see If I get any takers :-) It was doing the rounds a while back, and was clearly sufficiently nifty to have stuck in the memory...

"Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least 100 words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future."

An up-to-date list of my fics in alphabetical order are on AO3, here:


Alternatively/additionally a far more general meme: feel free to ask me anything that strikes your fancy. About my writing (generically, or any particular piece), RL, favourites/unfavourites, random topics of conversation? All very much welcome!

To state the reflection that is so common in these situations: ten years feels like a very long time - and yet the stories and memories from my early years in fandom still seem really fresh and recent. Time is oxymoronic like that, isn't it? I've been through a lot, both good and bad,  in these ten years, and this LJversary has provided a bit of an opportunity to navel-gaze; to think about how life has changed and grown in expected and unexpected ways, and also to really value and appreciate the things that haven't changed - the core of one's life-choices and personality, if you will.

I think that the little niche of fandom that I am so lucky to have found is very close to that core. Fandom has been a source of such joy and discovery. It has, in many ways, been an education - both related to the kind invitation I received in 2009 to join Daily Deviant(!), and otherwise. It gave me the confidence to write and to love language - a trait that I had thought I'd lost when 'creative writing' tasks in school made way for calculations and factual essays. It gave me the opportunity to meet wonderful people that share my enthusiasms and world-view  - and also equally wonderful people who have a very different world-view that they explain so eloquently I am enriched and broadened by it. It gave me the opportunity to make friends across the miles - some who I have had the joy of meeting in person, and many sadly not, as yet - who are each special and dear to me.

So, from the bottom of my heart, I send thanks to every author who has written a story I have enjoyed, every artist who has created a work I have admired, every reader who has been so kind as to have left a comment on my work, and every one of you reading this. A community is merely the sum and product of its people, and I feel honoured to have been part of one so beautiful.

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Date: 2016-04-05 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plaid-slytherin.livejournal.com
Now I have to hunker down and go through your stuff because there are things in there I haven't read. Thank you for being around. You are a lovely person; I remember you were so very supportive of me when I was a new writer, which was almost that long ago (goodness!).

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Date: 2016-04-06 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplefluffycat.livejournal.com
Thank you for such a kind comment. <3 It's amazing how time flies, isn't it? I remember your early fics too - how could I not be enthusiastic, when you were both writing good stuff, and liked Horace Slughorn! ;-)

PurpleFluffyCat x

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Date: 2016-04-05 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magnetic-pole.livejournal.com
Congratulations! I think I just passed my own ten-year mark, so we're roughly the same age as HP fans. :)

Here's a question if you're up for answering it: how did you find HP fandom? What first drew you to it?

May these ten years be only one chapter in a long and joyful fannish life! May we all enjoy your beautifully written fic for many more years! M.

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Date: 2016-04-05 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplefluffycat.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I hope to be around for many years to come - as I hope you will be, too :-)

I can probably answer your question in just one word: Snape.


But more fully: HP fandom was my first fandom, so I discovered the very concepts of 'fandom' and 'slash' in general, more or less at the same time as the HP fandom. In fact, I clearly remember how that happened: I read an article that introduced the concept of slash fiction to a general audience in the Sunday Times Style magazine (*goes looking* Here it is! http://fanlore.org/w/images/5/5c/When_Frodo_Met_Sam.jpg ), and thought.... 'that sounds fun!'. So, when I next had some down-time, I searched the (then quite rudimentary) internet a bit randomly, wondering what kind of fanfiction might be out there. I wasn't a die-hard HP fan at that time, but had seen the films 1-3, and enjoyed them - particularly the character of Severus Snape - so I started there.

I remember being amazed at just how much fanfic there was in the world, quite aware of the large variation in quality available(!), and both fascinated and a bit shocked by how sexually explicit much of it was (yup, I guess I was fairly sheltered back then ;-) ). The first fic I specifically remember reading was a Snape/Lockhart piece, which was great fun - and then, casting around further, I found a large amount of good quality writing in the Snape/Lupin community (particularly by an author called McKay). So, I guess that was the route by which I was drawn in, and stayed. In terms of writing, I made some tentative first contributions to Snape/Lupin (which, at that time, just after the 3rd film had come out, seemed to be a really popular pairing), and was really touched to be welcomed. Thereafter, I began to think a bit more about which pairings I'd really like to write, and became more rare-pair centric as a result... which I guess is where I still am, today!

Thanks very much for the question - the trip down memory lane was fun! If you don't mind, may I ask you the same thing? How did you come to HP fandom, and/or fandom in general?

PurpleFluffyCat x

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Date: 2016-04-05 07:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealsnape.livejournal.com
Congratulations, my dear. And thank you for your wonderful contributions to fandom!

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Date: 2016-04-05 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplefluffycat.livejournal.com
Thank you; that's really kind :-) It has been - and very much still is - great fun!

PurpleFluffyCat x

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Date: 2016-04-05 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lash-larue.livejournal.com
You are one of the most beautiful parts of this community, and your stories are living things.

I am ever so grateful that you were bold enough to read my stuff and allow me to have you as a part of my life.

Happy Decadeaversary!

So, what happened with Wooster and Jeeves 5 years after?


PS - Still the best fic I've ever read.

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Date: 2016-04-11 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplefluffycat.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, Lash, for your wonderfully kind and touching comments. *happy sniffle*. I never could forget Percy ;-)

Here's a little something for you - Bertie and Jeeves 5 years on, and still the same as ever...

PurpleFluffyCat x


Jeeves coughed slightly as he came into the room, bearing a letter. "This arrived in to the afternoon post for you."

After sustained effort of his inestimable grey matter, and much feeble protestation on my part over these five years, Jeeves had dropped the 'sir' at the end of each sentence. That's not to mean, of course, that he didn't say it, - more that it was silent. I'm pretty sure that the word was articulated in that non-space at the end of each phrase; in the gap. A sulcus-of-sir if you will.

Anyway, back to that afternoon: I looked up from the score of "Twenty Jiving Polka-Dot Poodles" and smiled, heart doing that very same little dance of joy that it does each and every time that Jeeves ducks back home from his travels about town. "Oho," I said, "Who's it from?"

"I have not, of course, opened the envelope," replied Jeeves, "But judging from the violet-tinted ink and the distinctive cursive hand, I would suggest Mrs Travers."

"Aunt Dahlia, eh? I wonder what she could want." I took the proffered letter - along with the letter-knife that Jeeves had so thoughtfully provided, too - and settled down to read.

Dear Bertie,

You may be surprised to receive this letter, but we old ladies have our ears to the ground, you know. You'd have to get up pretty early in the morning to get one by me. Indeed, I have always been famed for my perceptiveness; in my youth I was called Divine Dahlia, because I was just so good at working out what was going on.

- And besides, Mr Glossop came to the Court for dinner and cards last week and got so drunk he let it all slip.

I know about you and Jeeves.

I'll let you cast around for a restorative gin and tonic at this point, in the dramatic pause...

Right. Well, it explains quite a lot of things, I have to say. No change in valet all these years, when everyone else seems to go through them like old socks. The lack of marriage. Fleeing the other way as fast as possible as soon as a filly even gets close.

I could have been appalled, or disconsolate, or distraught. I could have made threats and demands and all kinds of trouble. I might have just said that it will be sad to never see you espoused - but to be frank, you couldn't have picked a better one, Bertie, and I wish you both all the happiness in the world.

Jeeves is such a wonderful chap - I think it's just an accident of nature that he wasn't high-born. Let me crack open some champers for you both, and have Anatole make something special.

I might even get a new hat - I can pretend it's a wedding.



P.S. Never, ever allow Agatha to find out about this. I know that you don't exactly get on with her, but auntricide through shock would be most unsporting.

My eyes must have gone as wide as one of those nocturnal monkey chappies in Madagascar. You know, the ones with the spooky long fingers and suchlike. I felt somewhere between panic-stations and the victory march home, and the whole revelation was rolling around inside my brain with that kind of seasickness that comes after a really good party.

Jeeves watched and waited - I daresay very patiently - for yours truly to manage some kind of utterance. When it did come, it felt like the very best thing in the world: "Jeeves?"

"Yes, Bertram?" he replied, with indulgence.

"Will you marry me?"

He quirked an eyebrow a full quarter of an inch, and I was pretty sure that was a 'yes'.
Edited Date: 2016-04-11 11:28 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2016-04-12 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lash-larue.livejournal.com

Many thanks, and I'm sorry about Percy. That thing might be best forgotten.


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Date: 2016-04-06 09:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coervus.livejournal.com
Congrats! I think you're a wonderful writer and have so appreciated that you often write stories and pairings that no one else does -- variety is probably the sign of a healthy fandom, isn't it? :)

So, I read "Nineteen Sixty-Six" back when it was posted anon and had no idea it was you until just now. A genius premise fabulously executed. The story felt entirely complete to me but I can't resist requesting a mini-sequel. :D I'll leave it up to you to choose the specific point, but I think anytime during the "Disney Renaissance" should be interesting (it even intersects with Harry's school years -- not that you have to include any of that!).

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Date: 2016-06-10 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplefluffycat.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for your lovely comment; and I wholeheartedly agree about variety being a sign of a healthy fandom :-)

It's great to hear that you liked 'Nineteen Sixty-Six'. I thought quite hard about how to make a little sequel make sense, and actually ended up tinkering for ages with what is only a short fic. That, combined with the vicissitudes of RL, is why this reply has been rather tardy. Anyhow, I hope you like it! I added a hint of AD/MM, which I thought might appeal :-)

PurpleFluffyCat x

Nineteen Ninety-One

The credits rolled, and Albus couldn't help but let out a snuffle.

He had to marvel at the patience of Muggles, sometimes. A team of hundreds of people had spent seven years drawing - pencil and paper and puddle-and-push paint - to create, when it was all put together, an hour and a half of... magic. Perhaps there wasn't a binary divide between wizards and Muggles after all, he mused. Perhaps Muggles did have a trace of magic, but it needed to be distilled and concentrated so very, very much before it showed.

Or perhaps that was all the childish imagination of a concerned old wizard.

Albus let out a great sigh, and laid back in his office chair. Harry Potter, the infant who had unwittingly defeated Voldemort, was due to arrive in Hogwarts in one week's time, and he didn't feel ready. The orchestra were re-tuning their instruments, the auditorium had gone dark, and a hush was descending on the audience as Act II was about to begin - and Albus was struck by the twin sensations that he seemed to be the only one aware that it was all about to start up again, and the fact that he hadn't finished eating his ice-cream, yet.

Not to mention the fact that movie-theatres didn't even have intervals any more. It was 1991, and gone were the elegant lines, smartly uniformed attendants and plush velvet curtains that Albus had so enjoyed. No, the latest from the Disney stable seemed to be shown in great concrete bunkers on the outskirts of sad Muggle towns. After a trip the previous year, Albus had taken to transferring the footage to his own drawing room - an act that he understood the Muggles called 'piracy', which he thought was rather quaint.

Oh, but what a marvellous film this latest offering had been. Albus smiled as he thought of Walt - and if he hadn't known better, he would have wondered whether the man had passed on a little of what he'd seen at Hogwarts from beyond the veil. The dancing crockery looked so very much like one of Filius' party tricks. The ballroom, with snow falling outside the windows, sang of the great hall at Christmas on any day when it wasn't actually snowing.

And then there was the mob, the surge of hatred, the curse, and the Beast. Such thoughts gave Albus pause.

A man who had once committed acts of arrogance and unkindness had been doomed to spend his days holed-up in an old castle, atoning for his sins. The Beast had been in solitude save for the other denizens of those walls, and even they were not granted access to his heart.

Intuitively, Albus' hand went to his pocket. The Elder wand throbbed in his palm as he fingered the familiar shaft, pads grating as he gripped a little too hard. How beastly it was, thought Albus, to know too much of fate, and to trust oneself so little to help it.

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Date: 2016-06-10 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplefluffycat.livejournal.com
He sighed, and gazed forlornly about his room. There was the scarred old desk, the piles of dry parchment, and the cabinet of swirling, painful memories - locked and stoppered and taunting. There was the planetarium, dusty from disuse, and Fawkes' perch - empty while he was out hunting. And then, there were the Wizengamot reports of strange goings-on in Albania, which made him shudder. Peace-time is merely an interval between wars, and each age has its own soldiers. As the boy who was unwittingly at the centre of all this was set to assume his place in the wizarding world, Albus knew that the first petal from his own rose was about to fall.

A whisper of breeze on a hillside - so innocent, so playful - was just starting to stir the snow-powder into a trickle, and that trickle would, in time and with the greatest inevitability, rise and roil into a fearsome avalanche. He doubted that he would survive the final impact. The mob was already rising.

The Beast, of course, had been saved by the redeeming power of love, Albus reflected. He sighed once more, sure there was no glimmer of love in the world for one such as him - shuttered and remote and not to be trusted. Indeed, love had been his curse; his undoing. It could never be his salvation.

"Albus? Are you in there?" Minerva's voice travelled up the spiral staircase, bright and excited.

He shook himself, pushing away such maudlin thoughts and affixing his most winning smile. "Yes - my Belle? My Briar Rose? My Aurora?"

She pushed open the door, laughing. "What's got into you, Silly?"

Albus shrugged elegantly, velvet robes sheening in the dusklight. "I'm sure you'll join me in some tea?" Minerva accepted, and settled in the armchair next to his desk. Albus made the milk jug and sugar bowl do a little dance, just for fun, and only when they had both poured and settled did he ask, "So... how did it all go?"

"Excellently, I'm told." Minerva was beaming. "Hagrid's just got back. He said that the shopping trip all went to plan, and young Harry is a delightful boy."

Albus nodded, still smiling, but somehow feeling sick. The moment stretched on. He realised, in an odd kind of slow motion and from far away, that he should be saying, 'how marvellous,' or, 'I'm very glad to hear it; I do hope he'll be in Gryffindor'... but somehow the words didn't seem to be forming.

Minerva glanced up. She eyed him squarely, and then seriously, concern settling on her features. "Albus, what's the matter?"

"Me? Nothing." He snapped himself back to the present, giving an airy waft of the hand, and making a show of adding more sugar to his tea. "Why do you ask?"

Minerva did not dignify that with a reply, and instead searched his face, eyebrows raised in expectation of an answer.

Albus deflated where he sat, caving quite easily. He knew that he could have pretended harder; worn his mask more convincingly - but somehow, deep down, he didn't want to. Minerva was special in that regard. If his inscrutable and ever-present charade was a little thinner and more half-hearted in her company... well, so be it. He didn't care to admit to himself how much he liked it when she asked how he was feeling.

He gave a self-deprecating smile to the middle distance. "As you said, I'm just being silly."

Minerva shook her head. "I'm sure you're not." Accepting that he wasn't going to yield an actual answer, she leaned over to give him a hug - and as she kissed him tenderly on the cheek, Albus' eyes slid closed with questions unasked and hopes so deeply buried they were not even questions.


Later on, when Albus lay in his purple-canopied bed with little commitment to actually going to sleep, the owl came.

Dinner tomorrow evening? -M x

Albus grinned as he scribbled back, Yes, and then drifted off with the sound of a new song softly in his ears: Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change...

Maybe, just maybe, it was right.

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Date: 2016-06-11 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coervus.livejournal.com
Oh!! I was so happy to see this in my inbox and even happier when I found the time to read it! It alternately made me feel very somber and brought more than one giddy smile to my face. Albus as the Beast running out of time is so apt -- almost seems strange I never thought of it. You got the romantic in me real good with the AD/MM there at the end. :D Thank you so much for writing this.

Sidenote: I recently read this very thoughtful piece about Disney World and the magic/escapism of it all despite, well, everything else. Made me think of "Nineteen Sixty-Six" and this idea of Muggle magic...

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Date: 2016-05-13 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mywitch.livejournal.com
Hi! I wanted to say hello, and that I followed you just now. Firstly, because I just read your gorgeous Adversaries and Anniversaries and loved loved loved it. (I left you an anonymous review on DD. I've only been kicking around fandomtown for about a year, so I haven't figured out how to actually join DD yet, ha). Anyway, what a terrific and beautifully written story, I enjoyed it so much. Secondly, because I somehow I stumbled across Fallen Angel several months ago, and was so pleased that I did! I don't usually go in for slash, but the way you wrote that story got me secretly shipping Snape/Lockhart in a big way. I love how filthy Snape was in that story, and I always love Gilderoy. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work!!

Also, if you're in the mood to write it, I would love to see where Fallen Angel ended up, maybe a year or two down the road... :D

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Date: 2016-05-13 11:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplefluffycat.livejournal.com
Hello! Thank you very much for writing to me; I'm delighted to add you on LJ :-)

It's great to hear that you enjoyed Adversaries and Anniversaries; it was great fun to write.

I've always had a soft spot for Severus/Gilderoy, and will get thinking about a little sequel to Fallen Angel. Thanks for the prompt!

PurpleFluffyCat x

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