May heaven rain blessings down upon your head - you are a heroine! I love this. I love Bunter taking a bag of boiled sweets to the talkies, I love the fact that he doesn't have any expectation of watching the film, and I despair at the foolishness of the young person Elizabeth, who could have spent the evening snogging Bunter in the second-from-the back row and blew it. Please, please get your arse into gear and write the rest. Houses? Who needs houses (or sleep) when there is fic to be had?
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Date: 2010-08-03 03:37 pm (UTC)