Well, we’re only about halfway through the story. Define smut exactly…
Smutty smut, huh? Well, reread the story and see how far they got in 18 chapters! That might answer your question!
Hey! I am addicted to your story!So I was wondering now that you're back to a full internet access will you post chapters more often than the last months?! thank U!!
Thanks so much! I am back to full internet access, but work starts up for me in a week and I just adopted a rescue dog so my life is a little crazy! I will definitely update more than in July, but probably not as frequently as June.
Hi,you´re unbelivable!I´m absolutely addicted to your fantastic story "Australia"!I would like you to aks: When did you become a potterhead and how? Because I know the day I became a potterhead and I celebrate my potter-anniversary every year on the 15th of november!On that day my hole life changed!And I´m so happy it happened yet,because before that day I absolutely couldn´t understand how in the name of merlin people could freely camp outside a bookstore because of a new hp-book! Now I know!
I think I posted this once before, but for the life of me I can’t remember when and I don’t feel like searching for it.
My introduction to HP came when I was 18 years old and living in Dijon, France with a family that just so happened to have an adorable 8 year old HP-obsessed son. I hadn’t been living with the family for a month before he asked me one night after dinner if I would read to him. I wasn’t too comfortable with my French language skills and didn’t really know anything about HP, but I obliged the little guy mainly cos he was so gosh darn cute. He had clearly already read the book several times before because he helped me pronounce words and names and seemed to really enjoy how I stumbled through it. I have to be honest, I had no idea what I was reading. I just read it to see my little French brother smile.
That entire semester abroad I remember seeing HP merchandise everywhere and not really understanding what it was. The city of Dijon was in full-out HP mode. I remember seeing action figures and lunch boxes and all kinds of merchandise covered with (what I did not know then to be) golden snitches.
Then about a month before I was scheduled to leave Dijon and return to the states, my family asked me if I wanted them to buy me tickets to see HP. Apparently, the movie would be premiering two days before I left and you had to purchase tickets weeks in advance. I said yes. Once again, not because I was all that interested in the movie, the book I did not understand or the annoying and weird merchandise that was everywhere, but because it seemed like a fun thing to do and my little French brother was bouncing off the walls with excitement about it.
I remember so vividly the excitement that night as we piled into the family car to drive to the big cinema in the center of the city. Even the 16 year old sister seemed excited, not just little Etienne. And oh, the lines! It was a mob! We parked blocks away and the line into the theater wrapped all around the city block. There were French kids, teenagers, adults, and families like mine all chattering with excitement. The movie was entirely in French and, even after four months living there, I could understand little. I do remember certain images from the film, but mostly I remember little Etienne who was so excited to see his favorite story come to life he could hardly contain himself.
And that was my first experience with Harry Potter. I didn’t know much/anything about the plotlines or characters. I understood little aside from the excitement and enthusiasm it seemed to generate in people of all ages. I would not actually pick up a book to read myself until the spring of 2004 (I know, I was late to the party!) when I finally decided it was time to give them a try. I had, by that time, seen the first film in English and was mildly intrigued. Moments I remembered vaguely from the French theater - like Hagrid breaking down the door, the letters flooding Privet Drive and the ghastly two-headed Professor Quirrell - suddenly made much more sense when watching it in English. I asked for the books one Christmas and my parents got me the first four in a box set. That summer I finally read all four, went out and bought the fifth one, and had a P marathon watching all the movies that had been released thus far, which was only up to PoA. I was hooked.
Wow, that’s quite a lengthy answer. I guess I can’t really do a short answer when it comes to HP. Thanks so much for the interest in my story! I’m so glad you’re enjoying it. I’m hoping to post a new update next week!
