Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
"How many feathers do you have with you?" Hermione asked, glancing up from the book she was reading to the feather coated ceiling of their compartment as the train pulled out of the station.
"Tons," Harry replied. "The apothecary had one ton of feathers in a tiny box for a sickle… so I bought five."
"What are you going to do with five tons of feathers?" she asked in disbelief.
Harry shrugged. "The teachers use feathers as the target for loads of spells and this way I don't have to worry about running out."
"A bit overkill," Hermione said, "but you're right you can be sure you won't run out, even if you get held back a year… or three…dozen."
Harry grinned and sacrificed another feather to the ceiling before replying, "They have a thousand and one uses, for instance if attacked, I can release a cloud of feathers and escape in the confusion!"
Hermione laughed, unable to help herself as the image of Harry shooting clouds of feathers behind himself as he fled filled her head.
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