Present Meme & Drabbles written for me
ETA 4:44 p.m.: Today's Oscar Wilde's birthday. Which reminds me, I still need to read Picture of Dorian Gray ^^;;
Two hundred pages left in George R.R. Martin's A Clash of Kings, but I had to return my library copy yesterday :-/
Been spoiling myself on A Song of Ice and Fire with these comic strips :-P
1. For H/D lovers, prompt 11 at switchandfic is the same premise with Underwater Light: instead of Ron, Draco's the thing that Harry will miss the most.
There's no time limit for this round, so go join! :-D *puts on writer's cap* There are two stories written so far.
2. Present meme gacked from ltlredhairdgirl
The first five people to respond will get something made by me (drabble/ficlet, doodle/sketch/art, etc.) If you sign up, you must put this in your own journal (so I can sign up too).
I'll shoot for Christmas, but no guarantees :-P
3. Drabbles that people wrote me ...half a year ago ^^;;
sinick wrote me a Snape and Draco drabble:
Occlumency
"Your aunt may have begun your training," Snape conceded disdainfully, "but if you wish to survive the Dark Lord, I must complete it."
Away from Hogwarts, Snape didn't have to treat Draco gently: he pushed easily into the mind behind startled grey eyes.
Showing his first magic, by brewing a potion with the kit his godfather gave him.
Sitting in his first Potions class, enraptured, hearing poetry in his professor's every word (brewing glory, bottling fame...)
Standing before Dumbledore, horrified, knowing that his entire family was doomed by Voldemort's sadism.
Until his professor, his godfather, his saviour intervened (...stoppering death.)
why_me_why_not wrote me a Snape and Draco drabble:
Draco didn't look up from the Wolfsbane he was carefully stirring, but every few minutes he would break the silence with a sigh. Snape knew he wanted to say something, or ask something, but he wasn't sure what exactly was going through the boy's head.
Finally, Draco managed to spill his question. "Why? I thought you hated Potter?"
Snape studied the young man silently for a moment. "It's not about Potter." Snape stood and crossed the room. "As for the why... I do what I must for what I believe is right. For all of us. And so must you."
ferporcel wrote me a dark!Hermione drabble:
It’s been hours since the first curse was aimed. I can’t believe the moment arrived and I’ll finally make him pay. He is easily distinguishable among the others; I know I’ll get to him soon.
Another wizard is down, and I’m closer now. I can hear him, his voice feeding my urge to hurt him for his mistakes. It’s time.
“Ron,” I call, and he turns to the sound of my voice with that clueless expression. I take off my mask to confirm his suspicions. “Now that Lav-Lav is not around you answer my calls. Too late.”
“Hermione…”
“Avada Kedavra!”
nekare wrote me Aziraphale and Crowley discussing HP books:
The Holy Book
"Don't you like them? I made several kids cry when I got myself in the front of the queue to get them, you know?" Said Crowley, looking quite pleased with himself and remembering all those horrible, screeching cries of Mommy! That man stepped on my foot! Ah, life was good. "You ungrateful bastard." He concluded, warmly.
Aziraphale stared at the colorful cover of the book, an eyebrow raised. He coughed faintly. "Erm, my dear Crowley, I don't think you know exactly what I do for a living. Existence. Um. That."
"Of course I do, Angel." Crowley said as he straddled backwards the chair in front of Aziraphale with a downright dirty grin. "You like books. You caress them obscenely. You don't sell them because you're selfish--and isn't that a sin, mind you?"
Aziraphale pretended he hadn't heard the last part. "I like old books, Crowley, old, relevant books. And I'm afraid Harry Potter is neither of those."
"But Harry Potter is cool, and those boys from the Quidditch team are so doing it in the locker rooms.*"
A sigh from Aziraphale. "All right, I'll read it. Only for you, though."
Crowley grins, feral and wild. "You always give in at the end."
*Crowley wasn't the only one thinking so. Apparently, there was an entire cult over the internet lighting candles and worshiping the idea of the Quidditch-induced orgies. They call themselves 'fangirls'.
I wrote a sequel: "Reading Omens in Harry Potter"
Two hundred pages left in George R.R. Martin's A Clash of Kings, but I had to return my library copy yesterday :-/
Been spoiling myself on A Song of Ice and Fire with these comic strips :-P
1. For H/D lovers, prompt 11 at switchandfic is the same premise with Underwater Light: instead of Ron, Draco's the thing that Harry will miss the most.
There's no time limit for this round, so go join! :-D *puts on writer's cap* There are two stories written so far.
2. Present meme gacked from ltlredhairdgirl
The first five people to respond will get something made by me (drabble/ficlet, doodle/sketch/art, etc.) If you sign up, you must put this in your own journal (so I can sign up too).
I'll shoot for Christmas, but no guarantees :-P
3. Drabbles that people wrote me ...half a year ago ^^;;
sinick wrote me a Snape and Draco drabble:
Occlumency
"Your aunt may have begun your training," Snape conceded disdainfully, "but if you wish to survive the Dark Lord, I must complete it."
Away from Hogwarts, Snape didn't have to treat Draco gently: he pushed easily into the mind behind startled grey eyes.
Showing his first magic, by brewing a potion with the kit his godfather gave him.
Sitting in his first Potions class, enraptured, hearing poetry in his professor's every word (brewing glory, bottling fame...)
Standing before Dumbledore, horrified, knowing that his entire family was doomed by Voldemort's sadism.
Until his professor, his godfather, his saviour intervened (...stoppering death.)
why_me_why_not wrote me a Snape and Draco drabble:
Draco didn't look up from the Wolfsbane he was carefully stirring, but every few minutes he would break the silence with a sigh. Snape knew he wanted to say something, or ask something, but he wasn't sure what exactly was going through the boy's head.
Finally, Draco managed to spill his question. "Why? I thought you hated Potter?"
Snape studied the young man silently for a moment. "It's not about Potter." Snape stood and crossed the room. "As for the why... I do what I must for what I believe is right. For all of us. And so must you."
ferporcel wrote me a dark!Hermione drabble:
It’s been hours since the first curse was aimed. I can’t believe the moment arrived and I’ll finally make him pay. He is easily distinguishable among the others; I know I’ll get to him soon.
Another wizard is down, and I’m closer now. I can hear him, his voice feeding my urge to hurt him for his mistakes. It’s time.
“Ron,” I call, and he turns to the sound of my voice with that clueless expression. I take off my mask to confirm his suspicions. “Now that Lav-Lav is not around you answer my calls. Too late.”
“Hermione…”
“Avada Kedavra!”
nekare wrote me Aziraphale and Crowley discussing HP books:
The Holy Book
"Don't you like them? I made several kids cry when I got myself in the front of the queue to get them, you know?" Said Crowley, looking quite pleased with himself and remembering all those horrible, screeching cries of Mommy! That man stepped on my foot! Ah, life was good. "You ungrateful bastard." He concluded, warmly.
Aziraphale stared at the colorful cover of the book, an eyebrow raised. He coughed faintly. "Erm, my dear Crowley, I don't think you know exactly what I do for a living. Existence. Um. That."
"Of course I do, Angel." Crowley said as he straddled backwards the chair in front of Aziraphale with a downright dirty grin. "You like books. You caress them obscenely. You don't sell them because you're selfish--and isn't that a sin, mind you?"
Aziraphale pretended he hadn't heard the last part. "I like old books, Crowley, old, relevant books. And I'm afraid Harry Potter is neither of those."
"But Harry Potter is cool, and those boys from the Quidditch team are so doing it in the locker rooms.*"
A sigh from Aziraphale. "All right, I'll read it. Only for you, though."
Crowley grins, feral and wild. "You always give in at the end."
*Crowley wasn't the only one thinking so. Apparently, there was an entire cult over the internet lighting candles and worshiping the idea of the Quidditch-induced orgies. They call themselves 'fangirls'.
I wrote a sequel: "Reading Omens in Harry Potter"