Feeling Stuffed: NaNo Day 23
Day Twenty-three: 227 words
Well, closetravenclaw was right--after the trytophan kicks in, trying to write is pretty useless...
More Dame Sans Merci
I whispered who the man was into Severus ear. He didn't give an indication he heard, but stood quiet as Maxime made the introductions. He nodded, then gave Frank a shark's grin. "Should I be honoured the head of Magical Security wants to question me. You brought Veritaserum, I'm sure? He inclined his head. "May we use your office, Madame Maxime?" With that he headed to and out the door with Frank in his wake the little man scurrying to keep up with his long stride and soon puffing away.
I might have been entertained, except I knew Frank wouldn't be and I didn't really believe the intimidation act would work on him. Frank may look like a horrid cross of Lockhart and Fudge, but he had more in common with Crouch and Scrigemour.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving--and to all those who object to the holiday--get stuffed.
I did... Gobble Gobble..
Oh, and do me a favor--I've been feeling very fic-deprived with all this NaNoing. Can some of you on my f-list let me know what I've been missing--or not missing this month? What, if anything, have you read that's good lately? What can I look forward to when all the madness ends?