As most of my flist knows my muse has been uncooperative for months. So, to tempt her back to life I'm trying to write a challenge fic for the GrangerEnchanted Christmas Challenge. Over a week later I have a grand total of 562 words. *sigh* I don't know if I'll be able to finish it by the deadline, but I'm sure trying... though it's like pulling teeth.


She watched as the crystal-clear potion slowly took on a smoky hue, looking much as a crystal ball did in Muggle movies. Glancing at the time, she noted the change in the potion coinciding with the approach of midnight. Excitement and apprehension collided within Hermione; on one hand she wanted to know ‘who’ her true love was, on the other hand she felt as if she were cheating fate.


x-posted from LJ