*prods radiator irritably*

The heat in my room does not go on. This is not a happy thing. I mean, obviously my room is warmer than, say, outside, but that doesn't make it warm. And it's bloody freezing outside. Here I was, very grateful to be bypassing a Chicago winter for the more temperate climes of Ireland, and apparently the Irish are expecting the coldest winter in several decades. Thanks, Ireland, for making me feel right at home. *shivers*

In other news, I know this is heretical (as several of the other American students here have told me), but I'm quite glad to have missed Thanksgiving. It's my least favorite holiday. My family stresses me out, and I don't particularly like any of the traditional Thanksgiving foods -- turkey and mashed potatoes are very eh, and I detest cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. So while I wouldn't have minded the two days off from classes, it's nice to be in a country that doesn't celebrate a holiday based around a rather bullshit and racist historical occurrence that was the First Thanksgiving we learned about in grade school, second only in trumped-up WTFness to Columbus Day (oh, don't get me started). But anyway. I know that a lot of people in the US genuinely love Thanksgiving, so for those of you who did celebrate it, I hope it was suitably splendiferous.

On the other hand, last year I spent Thanksgiving with the boyfriend's family, and I rather enjoyed that. Other people's family tensions and oddities are amusing to observe, whereas my own family just makes me want to scream. So it goes.

Damn, I wish the Rent movie was out in Ireland. I'll have to wait for winter break to see it.

more Peterfic babbling, move along

Earlier today, I wrote a scene that, coming back to it several hours later, I actually have to rewrite because it painted Sirius in a completely unforgivingly harsh light. Like, if someone had actually done to one of their friends what I'd written Sirius doing, they would never have spoken to him again. Dead honestly. That was a bit scary.

Writing through Peter Pettigrew's eyes is a really fascinating experience. It's really making me see the rest of the HP characters in a new and slightly disturbing light. Even if this fic turns out to be crap and no one reads it, I'll be glad to have written it. I think I'll have a much more three-dimensional perspective for any other HP fics I write in the future.