Status update:

[melannen]

I am sitting soaking wet on a beanbag chair eating cereal with chopsticks, because I missed dinner again, it was raining when I went down to the dining hall to find out that Late Night dining was closed, and I forgot to pack a spoon.

I am working industriously on a web page update while trying to figure out how the heck Minerva is going to break the news to George Weasley.

I am cursing Yahoo and Linux wildly because Y!M won't install right.

I am pondering posting something Quirrellicious to hp_essays.

Edit: Also, while going through old fanfic files, I found this:

Ginny Potter sat down next to Pansy Malfoy, watching their kids crowd onto the Hogwarts Express.

"You're expecting another one already?" Ginny asked, grinning. "At this rate you'll outdo Mum, and they'll have to change the Weasley saying to 'Malfoys have as many kids as Galleons.'"

Pansy smiled back, and shrugged. "Well, I am getting a bit sick of it, to tell the truth. But you're a Weasley, you know how it is-- Purebloods don't believe in birth control."

"What?" asked Ginny.

"You mean your mum never gave you the Talk? About how wizards are an dwindling race and it's our duty to increase the population?"

"Well - we were a bit busy when I was that age -"

Pansy laughed. "I was wondering how you and Harry had managed to keep it to only three."

"Luckily we're neither of us ashamed to use Muggle methods, hm?" Ginny frowned. "But Draco's an only child."

"Ah. In addition to not believing in birth control, the really *oldest* pureblood lineages also don't believe in fidelity. Or true love. That tends to keep the birth rate down. Unfortunately Draco hung out with you Gryffindors too much--" she wrinkled up her pug nose and Ginny giggled. "To be honest I've tried to get him to reconsider, but how can I turn away from my loving husband?"

"I've never thought about it that way before," Ginny said soberly. "I suppose I really am lucky. I don't think Harry *or* I would be up to handling a Weasley brood."

"Ron and Hermione either. Although I do find it kind of hard to imagine Ron going down to the Muggle drugstore to buy rubbers or pills."

"Yes." said Ginny. "Well. Hermione doesn't actually use that sort of thing either."

"Really? How does she keep her figure, then?"

"Color-coded charts. And Arithmancy."

Pansy and Ginny looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

I have no memory of writing it.