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.
As the crowd murmurs and the time hits the four minute mark, I cast a succession of copying charms - seven in a row and the quills leap into action. With the remaining parchment, my next charm folds them into envelopes as the eighth quill begins addressing them.
To the Chinese Fireball
Quidditch Stadium
Hogwarts
Too bad Vernon isn't here to see this; he'd likely try and get me a job stuffing fliers or some such rubbish. If there were any representatives of magical publishing houses in the audience, I'd likely be leaving quite an impression, though most of them have a printing press for such work these days. But a small group—of, say, four friends?—might have used such an assembly line to produce an occasional leaflet, newsletter, or a horribly funny cartoon pamphlet concerning a character named "Epans" and his relationships with farm animals.
I decide it isn't time to revisit old memories, no matter how pleasant. I start charming Howlers as fast as possible.
The Lie I've Lived, Chapter 17
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