Not In England Anymore
Title: Not In England Anymore
Team Name: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge: Native Slang
Characters: Hermione/Severus, a few rednecks
Author's Notes: Man, this one was hard for me. I live in the south, yet don't have even a tiny southern accent. It took some major thinking on my part to get all this out. LOL There's a traslation at the bottom that isn't 100 words because rednecks like to combine words. This is set in the mountains of east Tennessee, USA.
“Wach youins doin’?”
“Wachin that thar fella. Some mighty strange thangs happenin.”
“Got a lady wit im over yonder. Keeps on muttrin. Sumptins wrong wit er.”
“Jiw see dat?”
“She set that thar tree on far!”
“He blowed that tar to bits!”
“Git a ranch! We gotta tect areselves.”
“Thar comin from over yonder. I’m scedaddlin!”
“Obliviate.”
“Can you tell us how to get to town?”
“Juss go don da rod aways till you see chickens runnin everywhichway an take a lef.”
“Thank you.”
“Holler back now, yahar... Hey, Bubba, haze just ignert. Kan’t get ta town. Must be farn.”
“What are you all doing?”
“Watching that there fellow. There are some mighty strange things happening.”
“Got a lady with him over there. Keeps on muttering. Something is wrong with her.”
“Did you see that?”
“She set that there tree on fire!”
“He blew that tire to bits!”
“Get a wrench. We’ve got to protect ourselves.”
“They’re coming from over there. I’m leaving!”
“Obliviate.”
“Can you tell us how to get to town?”
“Just go down the road a ways until you see chickens running all over the place and take a left.”
“Thank you.”
“Call back now, you hear? Hey, Bubba, he’s just ignorant. Can’t get to town. Must be foreign.”
Team Name: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge: Native Slang
Characters: Hermione/Severus, a few rednecks
Author's Notes: Man, this one was hard for me. I live in the south, yet don't have even a tiny southern accent. It took some major thinking on my part to get all this out. LOL There's a traslation at the bottom that isn't 100 words because rednecks like to combine words. This is set in the mountains of east Tennessee, USA.
“Wach youins doin’?”
“Wachin that thar fella. Some mighty strange thangs happenin.”
“Got a lady wit im over yonder. Keeps on muttrin. Sumptins wrong wit er.”
“Jiw see dat?”
“She set that thar tree on far!”
“He blowed that tar to bits!”
“Git a ranch! We gotta tect areselves.”
“Thar comin from over yonder. I’m scedaddlin!”
“Obliviate.”
“Can you tell us how to get to town?”
“Juss go don da rod aways till you see chickens runnin everywhichway an take a lef.”
“Thank you.”
“Holler back now, yahar... Hey, Bubba, haze just ignert. Kan’t get ta town. Must be farn.”
“What are you all doing?”
“Watching that there fellow. There are some mighty strange things happening.”
“Got a lady with him over there. Keeps on muttering. Something is wrong with her.”
“Did you see that?”
“She set that there tree on fire!”
“He blew that tire to bits!”
“Get a wrench. We’ve got to protect ourselves.”
“They’re coming from over there. I’m leaving!”
“Obliviate.”
“Can you tell us how to get to town?”
“Just go down the road a ways until you see chickens running all over the place and take a left.”
“Thank you.”
“Call back now, you hear? Hey, Bubba, he’s just ignorant. Can’t get to town. Must be foreign.”