I am in a terrible mood due to Circumstances Beyond My Control and intend to distract myself by writing - preferably things I have no other obligation to write. Ha
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Only - only half of your prompt is here, I'm afraid, but I found it entertaining all the same.
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"God damn it," David growled, and shot another hex out the window. The Hufflepuff below - David had never even spoken to him before, much less learned his name - dodged it successfully and, if anything, shouted more loudly.
"Go on, rebuff me! Reject me! Your cold indifference will never quench the flame in my heart! With every burning look from your molten eyes - "
David gritted his teeth. Pepe was laughing his head off, because he was a bastard. Behind them, the rest of the Common Room was starting to take notice - it would have been impossible for them not to, with the way the Hufflepuff was shouting his idiot head off.
"Hey, it's another of Villa's admirers!"
"Is that Pato?"
"Not again."
As the other students began to crowd around the window, David scowled and raised his wand again. The spell missed the Hufflepuff, but grazed the tail of his fluttering scarf as he jumped aside.
David squinted critically. That might work.
" - your - brooding brow," the Hufflepuff continued to declaim, only slightly muffled by the black and yellow scarf wrapping itself around his head, "and agile prowess on the field - "
"Prowess," Pepe repeated meaningfully and was overcome with a fresh burst of snickers.
David whirled around, ready to cast something that would actually find a target, when out of the corner of his eye, there was a flash of light, followed by a loud bang. He swiveled back to the window.
Where the Hufflepuff had stood, a tiny creature - barely visible from the height of the tower - was running in circles on the snowy ground. In the utter silence, faint squeaks drifted up to the tower window.
Slowly, David turned.
"You were late for the meeting about our Potions project so I thought I'd come look for you," David Silva said with a bright smile. "Did you know the door to your Common Room was wide open?" And then, as he noticed everyone staring at him, "What?"
(It's totally based on a conversation in nahco3's journal over who would be in what House, in which it came up that Silva would be the most adorable conniving Slytherin ever.)
Would you like some fic links, by the way, or are you finding it yourself? :D
edit: aaaand gmail ads just asked me, "Tire of being a Muggle?"
Silva's the Slytherin everyone thinks was mis-Sorted because he's so nice, surely there was a mistake. Little do they realize how they're being manipulated by that beaming smile. (Villa knows better but is fairly vulnerable all the same. XD)
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"God damn it," David growled, and shot another hex out the window. The Hufflepuff below - David had never even spoken to him before, much less learned his name - dodged it successfully and, if anything, shouted more loudly.
"Go on, rebuff me! Reject me! Your cold indifference will never quench the flame in my heart! With every burning look from your molten eyes - "
David gritted his teeth. Pepe was laughing his head off, because he was a bastard. Behind them, the rest of the Common Room was starting to take notice - it would have been impossible for them not to, with the way the Hufflepuff was shouting his idiot head off.
"Hey, it's another of Villa's admirers!"
"Is that Pato?"
"Not again."
As the other students began to crowd around the window, David scowled and raised his wand again. The spell missed the Hufflepuff, but grazed the tail of his fluttering scarf as he jumped aside.
David squinted critically. That might work.
" - your - brooding brow," the Hufflepuff continued to declaim, only slightly muffled by the black and yellow scarf wrapping itself around his head, "and agile prowess on the field - "
"Prowess," Pepe repeated meaningfully and was overcome with a fresh burst of snickers.
David whirled around, ready to cast something that would actually find a target, when out of the corner of his eye, there was a flash of light, followed by a loud bang. He swiveled back to the window.
Where the Hufflepuff had stood, a tiny creature - barely visible from the height of the tower - was running in circles on the snowy ground. In the utter silence, faint squeaks drifted up to the tower window.
Slowly, David turned.
"You were late for the meeting about our Potions project so I thought I'd come look for you," David Silva said with a bright smile. "Did you know the door to your Common Room was wide open?" And then, as he noticed everyone staring at him, "What?"
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I liked it, is the general feeling I'm trying to convey.
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(It's totally based on a conversation in nahco3's journal over who would be in what House, in which it came up that Silva would be the most adorable conniving Slytherin ever.)
Would you like some fic links, by the way, or are you finding it yourself? :D
edit: aaaand gmail ads just asked me, "Tire of being a Muggle?"
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If you'd LIKE to rec fics, I would suffer the inevitable enjoyment for you sake.
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Emailed you with a list. :D
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*AFFIXES SELF TO EMAIL*
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