3580: First Hand History Class - Cass
- The link of the day is On Fanfiction Writing.
- Flashback Sue
Here is day five of Australia week.
TITLE: First Hand History Class
PERPETRATOR: heart1ess
SUE-O-METER: Okay
COVER/BANNER ART: We've got a picture of a blond girl.
SUMMARY:”The year was 2016, the girl was Cass and she was living her life in Australia. But it all was turned upside down when she appeared out of the blue, more than 30 years in the past, in a school with witches. What does Cass do? Tries to find out what the hell happened that one fateful night in 2016 that left her entire life upside down. Thank god history was her best subject at school”
FULL NAME: Cass
SPECIES: n/a
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: She has a rather annoying personality, but it seems the writer is running with it. The question is whether the annoying personality will have negative consequences or not.
CONNECTION TO CANON: She's getting ready to do something, then gets sucked into the Harry Potter world. She's not really had a chance to interact with the characters, so the story may not run into the problems that the other stories of this type run into, but it may still head this way.
ORIGIN: We've got a “fan falls into fandom” sort of, but the character knows nothing about the Harry Potter world.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Nothing specific.
NOTES: I think it might do the writer some good to look at “The 27 Commandments of Fanfiction”, as number five is “thou shalt keep to one tense, and only one, throughout the story. Do not switch randomly”, and number six says “apply the above number 5 to POVs as well.” The writer switches point of view in their second chapter.
I'm wondering how ones strongest subject being History will actually help the Sue. The history taught in Australia and Great Britain is going to be different. On top of the history taught typically doesn't cover the last thirty years.
SAMPLE:
"Cassie, for Fucks sake, Hurry UP!" Toby yelled from the bottom of the stairs, only to be responded with an unseen roll of my eyes, closely followed by my response. I truly tried my hardest to convey my extreme annoyance.
"Oh hunni, bwabi, hunni. Do me a favour, pleasee? Shutup. My good looks aren't natural so it takes time to look this good." I shouted back down the stairs, before turning back to the mirror and sticking the mascara wand practically into my eyeball to create that whole ~bigger eyes~ look. Standing back, I admired my appearance in the mirror. Sure, I did look better than normal with my makeup complement what was already there. But, I wasn't wearing much of it seeing as too much makes my face itch and if you have ever rubbed your eyes with mascara on, you understand my problem.
Anyhow, I stared fiercely at my reflection, searching for any sort of mishap or toe out of line. Tonight had to be perfect, tonight I had to be perfect. I smoothed over the red lace that covered my arms and bodice, the intricate design woven by the hands of only the best. In truth, I had to admit this is one of those times that I truly was glad that my chest missed the whole growing bit of puberty. But frankly if they had grown I wouldn't have been able to wear this dress. You see the thing was, there was only lace cover my special lady bits on top, so wearing a bra was out of the question and tape would be seen in the sheer material on my upper half. I smirked as my eyes lowered to the puffy knee-length bottom. God this was a weird dress, I loved it. I sat back down on my bed and tied up the nude heeled sandals. I'm not normally this self-centred but I looked good.
I stood up again and wiggled my feet into the correct position and then lent forward into the mirror. I silently thanked the gods that I had taken that 'Ms. Perfect' class my mum forced me into. The nude eye makeup made my normally pretty bleak green eyes pop, but not over the top. My blonde lob was pulled back at the front and a few strands shaped my face. The lip-gloss made my moderately thin lips look larger and I was thankful that I hadn't put foundation on, only concealer to cover the gross bits. But at least my I still had my natural glow, unlike a lot of those contoured girls (god how I envy them)
I tured away and turned off the music that was drowning out my mate's calls.
Ye ye, I'm on my way I thought to myself. As I turned and descended down the stairs. I looked up and my infamous smirk graced my lips as my mate's eyes widened as he saw me.
"My, My. Turns out little Miss Gaunt is no longer little" He winked at me.
"Aye fuck off, turd. I'm always this hot, although I must admit this dress really is perfect. Thanks" I ended sincerely as I looked up to him and he rolled his eyes. "Come on Blondie, Let's go" I said as I pulled at his arm and he tripped over his too-large dress shoes.
Tumbling and laughing out the door, we made our way to his dad's car. He barked out a laugh when he saw my eyes pop out of my head. The fool. If he wanted to ever get anyway she should not have brought this car.
You see the thing about me, is that, like any normal person, I like good cars. And this, why this was a really good car. My mouth dropped open as my fingers trailed across the forest green exterior. I walked to the front of it and bent down, not even caring about the pain in my toes form the shoes as I gawked in awe at the sight. I didn't even know these things were safe on the road. A chuckled escaped my lips as I saw jenson as the number plate. At least his dad had a sense of humour. Toby, aka Blondie, opened the door to the Mclaren and I saw, the cool soft leather on my back. Oh god, now I'm salivating, well more than that. Ok ok, sorry, am I rambling. I do tend to do that. This is just, ohmygod, so nice, jfc. Thank god the year is 2016 and I am very much a part of it.
The drive to the event was, banter-ful, to say the least. Blondie had come up with more of his infamous lame jokes. My personal favourite was when we were driving past the Harbour bridge and the Opera house and he dropped this one on me,
"Hey, hey, hey Cass. I've got a good one - ready. How do you kill a circus…?
…You stab it in the juggler hahahhaha. Get it? Get it? Juggler, like the jugular. You know!?"
All I did was sigh in response.
- Flashback Sue
Here is day five of Australia week.
TITLE: First Hand History Class
PERPETRATOR: heart1ess
SUE-O-METER: Okay
COVER/BANNER ART: We've got a picture of a blond girl.
SUMMARY:”The year was 2016, the girl was Cass and she was living her life in Australia. But it all was turned upside down when she appeared out of the blue, more than 30 years in the past, in a school with witches. What does Cass do? Tries to find out what the hell happened that one fateful night in 2016 that left her entire life upside down. Thank god history was her best subject at school”
FULL NAME: Cass
SPECIES: n/a
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: She has a rather annoying personality, but it seems the writer is running with it. The question is whether the annoying personality will have negative consequences or not.
CONNECTION TO CANON: She's getting ready to do something, then gets sucked into the Harry Potter world. She's not really had a chance to interact with the characters, so the story may not run into the problems that the other stories of this type run into, but it may still head this way.
ORIGIN: We've got a “fan falls into fandom” sort of, but the character knows nothing about the Harry Potter world.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Nothing specific.
NOTES: I think it might do the writer some good to look at “The 27 Commandments of Fanfiction”, as number five is “thou shalt keep to one tense, and only one, throughout the story. Do not switch randomly”, and number six says “apply the above number 5 to POVs as well.” The writer switches point of view in their second chapter.
I'm wondering how ones strongest subject being History will actually help the Sue. The history taught in Australia and Great Britain is going to be different. On top of the history taught typically doesn't cover the last thirty years.
SAMPLE:
"Cassie, for Fucks sake, Hurry UP!" Toby yelled from the bottom of the stairs, only to be responded with an unseen roll of my eyes, closely followed by my response. I truly tried my hardest to convey my extreme annoyance.
"Oh hunni, bwabi, hunni. Do me a favour, pleasee? Shutup. My good looks aren't natural so it takes time to look this good." I shouted back down the stairs, before turning back to the mirror and sticking the mascara wand practically into my eyeball to create that whole ~bigger eyes~ look. Standing back, I admired my appearance in the mirror. Sure, I did look better than normal with my makeup complement what was already there. But, I wasn't wearing much of it seeing as too much makes my face itch and if you have ever rubbed your eyes with mascara on, you understand my problem.
Anyhow, I stared fiercely at my reflection, searching for any sort of mishap or toe out of line. Tonight had to be perfect, tonight I had to be perfect. I smoothed over the red lace that covered my arms and bodice, the intricate design woven by the hands of only the best. In truth, I had to admit this is one of those times that I truly was glad that my chest missed the whole growing bit of puberty. But frankly if they had grown I wouldn't have been able to wear this dress. You see the thing was, there was only lace cover my special lady bits on top, so wearing a bra was out of the question and tape would be seen in the sheer material on my upper half. I smirked as my eyes lowered to the puffy knee-length bottom. God this was a weird dress, I loved it. I sat back down on my bed and tied up the nude heeled sandals. I'm not normally this self-centred but I looked good.
I stood up again and wiggled my feet into the correct position and then lent forward into the mirror. I silently thanked the gods that I had taken that 'Ms. Perfect' class my mum forced me into. The nude eye makeup made my normally pretty bleak green eyes pop, but not over the top. My blonde lob was pulled back at the front and a few strands shaped my face. The lip-gloss made my moderately thin lips look larger and I was thankful that I hadn't put foundation on, only concealer to cover the gross bits. But at least my I still had my natural glow, unlike a lot of those contoured girls (god how I envy them)
I tured away and turned off the music that was drowning out my mate's calls.
Ye ye, I'm on my way I thought to myself. As I turned and descended down the stairs. I looked up and my infamous smirk graced my lips as my mate's eyes widened as he saw me.
"My, My. Turns out little Miss Gaunt is no longer little" He winked at me.
"Aye fuck off, turd. I'm always this hot, although I must admit this dress really is perfect. Thanks" I ended sincerely as I looked up to him and he rolled his eyes. "Come on Blondie, Let's go" I said as I pulled at his arm and he tripped over his too-large dress shoes.
Tumbling and laughing out the door, we made our way to his dad's car. He barked out a laugh when he saw my eyes pop out of my head. The fool. If he wanted to ever get anyway she should not have brought this car.
You see the thing about me, is that, like any normal person, I like good cars. And this, why this was a really good car. My mouth dropped open as my fingers trailed across the forest green exterior. I walked to the front of it and bent down, not even caring about the pain in my toes form the shoes as I gawked in awe at the sight. I didn't even know these things were safe on the road. A chuckled escaped my lips as I saw jenson as the number plate. At least his dad had a sense of humour. Toby, aka Blondie, opened the door to the Mclaren and I saw, the cool soft leather on my back. Oh god, now I'm salivating, well more than that. Ok ok, sorry, am I rambling. I do tend to do that. This is just, ohmygod, so nice, jfc. Thank god the year is 2016 and I am very much a part of it.
The drive to the event was, banter-ful, to say the least. Blondie had come up with more of his infamous lame jokes. My personal favourite was when we were driving past the Harbour bridge and the Opera house and he dropped this one on me,
"Hey, hey, hey Cass. I've got a good one - ready. How do you kill a circus…?
…You stab it in the juggler hahahhaha. Get it? Get it? Juggler, like the jugular. You know!?"
All I did was sigh in response.