I just talked with Lorelei!!! Woohoo!!
I called up my favorite Twinie and we had ourselves a *delightful* conversation voice to voice, about many things that we write about when we IM each other!
T'was very fun!!
On a different note: I've started RPing with Addie, which has certainly been interesting! I'm beginning to see where one could become addicted! *wink*
I also started randomly writing the other day and came up with a bit of implied Hermione/Draco fic.... *shrugs*
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She had been about six years old the first time it happened. Six, and lonely, as her best friend had moved away and she was left to play tea by herself in the attic.
"Would you like a biscuit, Mrs. Bear?" Mrs. Bear, the worn, faded thing that she was, merely stared at Hermione out of her one glass eye.
"How about you, Madam Violet?" Madam Violet sat slumped in her little chair, her mouse ears drooping to rest atop her pink satin-covered shoulders.
Blank eyes. Mouths incapable of speech. Just a little girl sitting with her stuffed animals and trying to fight back the loneliness with imaginary tea. Hermione's tiny lips quivered. The one thing that she hated above all else was being alone. She hated it. Hated it!!
Angry tears burned beneath her eyelids. Whispers from overheard conversations drifted through her ears: "That Hermione is an odd bird isn't she? Always by herself! It's not normal in a child her age, I tell you! Not normal at all!" The soft rebuttal of her mother or father: "She's not odd, just naturally precocious. She can't help what she is, and Hermione is really a very gifted little girl. She has a voracious appetite to learn.."
"Odd bird.... Strange little girl.... Bit of a loner, that one.... Why doesn't she play with the other children?"
Hermione started rocking... She was biting her lip and trying her very, very hardest not to cry when she saw it... Her teacup floating in midair! It hovered around before shakily setting itself half off the end of the scarred little table.
The six year old Hermione was amazed. Her teacup had moved! She had seen it! Maybe... Maybe she wasn't quite so much alone as she thought.
When the Grangers discovered that Hermione was constantly chattering away to her new imaginary friend they didn't worry. After all, she had always been a bit lonely, and it was a normal stage for children to go through... They let her play, happy when they saw that she was beginning to open up more and more with other children her age.
One night, Charles Granger watched his little girl reading from her encyclopedia as she had a brilliant one-sided discussion on constellations. She muttered a name and proceeded to burst into a fit of giggles. "You've never heard of a satellite? That's so silly!"
Funny that, he mused, "Draco" was such an unusual name. He wondered where Hermione had come up with it. Mr. Granger settled back into reading his paper, as his daughter's happy laughter rang out merrily.
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Me and my completely random works huh? *snicker* The above is hardly *wonderful* writing... but I sat down and typed it out with no real purpose in mind so I enjoy it regardless of the lack of polish! hehe...
Hmm, what else to report? Um... Not much I'm afraid! Perhaps more later.... *salutes*
Hope everyone has a wonderful day!!
;)
T'was very fun!!
On a different note: I've started RPing with Addie, which has certainly been interesting! I'm beginning to see where one could become addicted! *wink*
I also started randomly writing the other day and came up with a bit of implied Hermione/Draco fic.... *shrugs*
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She had been about six years old the first time it happened. Six, and lonely, as her best friend had moved away and she was left to play tea by herself in the attic.
"Would you like a biscuit, Mrs. Bear?" Mrs. Bear, the worn, faded thing that she was, merely stared at Hermione out of her one glass eye.
"How about you, Madam Violet?" Madam Violet sat slumped in her little chair, her mouse ears drooping to rest atop her pink satin-covered shoulders.
Blank eyes. Mouths incapable of speech. Just a little girl sitting with her stuffed animals and trying to fight back the loneliness with imaginary tea. Hermione's tiny lips quivered. The one thing that she hated above all else was being alone. She hated it. Hated it!!
Angry tears burned beneath her eyelids. Whispers from overheard conversations drifted through her ears: "That Hermione is an odd bird isn't she? Always by herself! It's not normal in a child her age, I tell you! Not normal at all!" The soft rebuttal of her mother or father: "She's not odd, just naturally precocious. She can't help what she is, and Hermione is really a very gifted little girl. She has a voracious appetite to learn.."
"Odd bird.... Strange little girl.... Bit of a loner, that one.... Why doesn't she play with the other children?"
Hermione started rocking... She was biting her lip and trying her very, very hardest not to cry when she saw it... Her teacup floating in midair! It hovered around before shakily setting itself half off the end of the scarred little table.
The six year old Hermione was amazed. Her teacup had moved! She had seen it! Maybe... Maybe she wasn't quite so much alone as she thought.
When the Grangers discovered that Hermione was constantly chattering away to her new imaginary friend they didn't worry. After all, she had always been a bit lonely, and it was a normal stage for children to go through... They let her play, happy when they saw that she was beginning to open up more and more with other children her age.
One night, Charles Granger watched his little girl reading from her encyclopedia as she had a brilliant one-sided discussion on constellations. She muttered a name and proceeded to burst into a fit of giggles. "You've never heard of a satellite? That's so silly!"
Funny that, he mused, "Draco" was such an unusual name. He wondered where Hermione had come up with it. Mr. Granger settled back into reading his paper, as his daughter's happy laughter rang out merrily.
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Me and my completely random works huh? *snicker* The above is hardly *wonderful* writing... but I sat down and typed it out with no real purpose in mind so I enjoy it regardless of the lack of polish! hehe...
Hmm, what else to report? Um... Not much I'm afraid! Perhaps more later.... *salutes*
Hope everyone has a wonderful day!!
;)