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Broadband is here! We may live in the sticks, but the sticks are wired! That doesn't make much sense, but if your internet speed had jumped from between 14.4 and 33.6kbps to 512kbps you'd be happy, too.
And here's a Hermione fic I wrote for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hpgen100 while briefly without internet. The challenge was "First Signs".
Hermione’s school was five minutes from her parents’ dental practice, even loaded down with books.
As usual, she sat herself on a squashy packet of sterile cotton swabs and read. Hermione sometimes wished that her parents could pop out and say hello, but they were busy with patients, and she understood.
“Hermione?” Her mother looked in on her. “You wouldn’t play with the X-Ray machines, would you?”
“Mother, I know not to touch things.”
Her mother held up a developed X-Ray film. All over it, in writing so precise it looked like rows of baby teeth, was the word “Mummy”.
And here's a Hermione fic I wrote for
hpgen100 while briefly without internet. The challenge was "First Signs".Hermione’s school was five minutes from her parents’ dental practice, even loaded down with books.
As usual, she sat herself on a squashy packet of sterile cotton swabs and read. Hermione sometimes wished that her parents could pop out and say hello, but they were busy with patients, and she understood.
“Hermione?” Her mother looked in on her. “You wouldn’t play with the X-Ray machines, would you?”
“Mother, I know not to touch things.”
Her mother held up a developed X-Ray film. All over it, in writing so precise it looked like rows of baby teeth, was the word “Mummy”.
