3612: The Sides That Bind - Heidi Zabini
- The link of the day is Short Rant: Naruto Pairings. I thought it would be about OC pairings, because I was curious about what people have to say in other fandoms, but this turned out to not be true. Hey, I really have no direction on where the link of the day should go. I'm typing in a set of words, and taking what falls into my lap, and running with that set of words until I run out of things which someone might find interesting. Actually, the fact someone thought the female character from the new Star Wars movie was a Mary Sue was very interesting. That was awhile ago though.
- Flashback Sue
TITLE: The Sides That Bind
PERPETRATOR: TheSurprisedSlytherin
SUE-O-METER: Okay
COVER/BANNER ART: None
SUMMARY:”As far as Heidi Zabini's concerned, Draco Malfoy is everything wrong with the Pureblooded elite that her surname pushed her into. But the summer has been about as kind to Malfoy as he's been to her, and the school year seems no better. Little by little, Heidi can't help but try to keep him afloat. However, there's that minor matter of reversing 16 years of damage between them...”
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CONNECTION TO CANON:Heidi is friends with Harry Potter and company because Draco “voted me out of the rich kid repertoire at the tender age of eleven and my brother hadn't offered a peep of an argument. Now, at sixteen, I was frequently found clutching steak knives at fancy dinners and trying desperately to use them only on the steak.” (I don't think you loose proper etiquette by not hanging out with those whose mannerisms lack in the etiquette department. It's something that gets drilled into you.) The events at the ministry were brought up, so I suspect the Sue had something to do with them, but can't be sure. She's against Malfoy, until Skeeter slanders her mother in the papers as an alcohalic. Then it pretty much follows canon events with a lot of filler. At least this Sue didn't copy the events at great length, I've got to give them that. The story is mostly the Heidi and Draco getting to know each other better, but it also goes slowly.
ORIGIN: “Ages ago at the tender age of 12, I began working on this little gem, fully under the impression that it was a revolutionary piece of literature. Suffice to say, it was more like those obligatory fridge pictures that your mom put up from Art class. Fast forward a good few years and I am now older (and 0% wiser, despite dishing out thousands in tuition fees). However, I've never quite been able to shake this story no matter how much I've tried over the years. There remains only one option - grab a cup of tea, turn on that angsty teen music, and put it through a total rewrite. Hopefully, you come along for the ride! :)”
SPECIAL ABILITIES: “I was too shocked by the news to realize just how close we were standing
NOTES: The summary interested me on this one, but so did the author's note. This story is more cliché then a Mary Sue, so a few people might be asking why this one was included. First, the writer notes this is a story they originally attempted at the age of twelve, and are doing a complete rewrite of. From the way the Suethor talks about their story, it must have been an awful, or toxic Mary Sue.
However, with what seems like a lot of work, this doesn't seem to be the case anymore, so I feel the writer deserves credit for that, and that's why it is getting the Okay rating. It would have gotten the Good rating had the story not been so cliché, but I think that's in part because this is a rewrite, and not a completely new fic the writer started from scratch with the same idea. I'm not sure if they could have done better at reworking this so it still maintained some of the original feeling of their original fic.
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It had been a perfectly smooth August day in the Zabini household, which, now that I think about it, should have served as an indication that my life was about to go exceptionally sour. As I sat, polishing my broomstick in my unnecessarily large bedroom, a menu was thrust under my nose.
"Heidi, darling, I need your advice." My mother never used that phrase to preface a situation that actually warranted advice, and this time was no different. "What do you think would feed a growing boy best? I'm between lobster and Kobe steaks. I got the house elf to write both on here, but I'm not sure if one is better."
I blinked. "Growing boy? I don't understand, Mum … who's the 'growing boy' in this scenario? Did you make friends with some family I'll hate again?" I asked hurriedly. "They better not be anything like the other ones or I'm not coming downstairs." I had in mind a certain clan of blonds that I could have stood to un-meet. "Just make something normal for dinner, can't you? Like soup. Soup's a classic."
"Soup is an appetizer," my mother moaned. I had clearly threatened her perception of justice in the world of dinner parties.
"Not if you use the big bowls," I pointed out smartly.
She sighed and retracted the menu. "No one in this house is of any use - I may as well ask my own reflection. Blaise, for one, told me to serve hamburgers."
"What can I say, Mother? At least it's an entrée," I remarked as I went back to polishing my Cleansweep Seven. I could practically feel her purse her lips behind me, but before I could turn to look, she had stormed out of my room with high heels clacking.
I sighed and put the broom aside. The last thing I needed before my friends came over was an angry Estella Zabini. I opened my bedroom door to go after her, and came to face a ghost emerging from the hallway fireplace. Frozen on the spot, I watched the pallid figure - too tall for its face to be visible - make its way out of the Floo system. A closer look put a stopper to my fear. Draco Malfoy stood with his back to me, brushing himself free of what I assumed was soot. Mistaking him for a ghost hadn't been that far off - he looked like he'd lost about twenty-five pounds and half a personality.
Without even a look in my direction, he disappeared into my brother's room. It wasn't until I saw our house-elf Roley struggle along with his trunk that I realized what was going on. My stomach plummeted. He was here to stay.
I burst into Blaise's room without hesitation, wincing as my foot flew into his heavy painted armoire.
Note to self: hesitation is good sometimes.
- Flashback Sue
TITLE: The Sides That Bind
PERPETRATOR: TheSurprisedSlytherin
SUE-O-METER: Okay
COVER/BANNER ART: None
SUMMARY:”As far as Heidi Zabini's concerned, Draco Malfoy is everything wrong with the Pureblooded elite that her surname pushed her into. But the summer has been about as kind to Malfoy as he's been to her, and the school year seems no better. Little by little, Heidi can't help but try to keep him afloat. However, there's that minor matter of reversing 16 years of damage between them...”
FULL NAME:
SPECIES:
HAIR:
EYES:
MARKINGS:
POSSESSIONS:
CONNECTION TO CANON:Heidi is friends with Harry Potter and company because Draco “voted me out of the rich kid repertoire at the tender age of eleven and my brother hadn't offered a peep of an argument. Now, at sixteen, I was frequently found clutching steak knives at fancy dinners and trying desperately to use them only on the steak.” (I don't think you loose proper etiquette by not hanging out with those whose mannerisms lack in the etiquette department. It's something that gets drilled into you.) The events at the ministry were brought up, so I suspect the Sue had something to do with them, but can't be sure. She's against Malfoy, until Skeeter slanders her mother in the papers as an alcohalic. Then it pretty much follows canon events with a lot of filler. At least this Sue didn't copy the events at great length, I've got to give them that. The story is mostly the Heidi and Draco getting to know each other better, but it also goes slowly.
ORIGIN: “Ages ago at the tender age of 12, I began working on this little gem, fully under the impression that it was a revolutionary piece of literature. Suffice to say, it was more like those obligatory fridge pictures that your mom put up from Art class. Fast forward a good few years and I am now older (and 0% wiser, despite dishing out thousands in tuition fees). However, I've never quite been able to shake this story no matter how much I've tried over the years. There remains only one option - grab a cup of tea, turn on that angsty teen music, and put it through a total rewrite. Hopefully, you come along for the ride! :)”
SPECIAL ABILITIES: “I was too shocked by the news to realize just how close we were standing
NOTES: The summary interested me on this one, but so did the author's note. This story is more cliché then a Mary Sue, so a few people might be asking why this one was included. First, the writer notes this is a story they originally attempted at the age of twelve, and are doing a complete rewrite of. From the way the Suethor talks about their story, it must have been an awful, or toxic Mary Sue.
However, with what seems like a lot of work, this doesn't seem to be the case anymore, so I feel the writer deserves credit for that, and that's why it is getting the Okay rating. It would have gotten the Good rating had the story not been so cliché, but I think that's in part because this is a rewrite, and not a completely new fic the writer started from scratch with the same idea. I'm not sure if they could have done better at reworking this so it still maintained some of the original feeling of their original fic.
SAMPLE:
It had been a perfectly smooth August day in the Zabini household, which, now that I think about it, should have served as an indication that my life was about to go exceptionally sour. As I sat, polishing my broomstick in my unnecessarily large bedroom, a menu was thrust under my nose.
"Heidi, darling, I need your advice." My mother never used that phrase to preface a situation that actually warranted advice, and this time was no different. "What do you think would feed a growing boy best? I'm between lobster and Kobe steaks. I got the house elf to write both on here, but I'm not sure if one is better."
I blinked. "Growing boy? I don't understand, Mum … who's the 'growing boy' in this scenario? Did you make friends with some family I'll hate again?" I asked hurriedly. "They better not be anything like the other ones or I'm not coming downstairs." I had in mind a certain clan of blonds that I could have stood to un-meet. "Just make something normal for dinner, can't you? Like soup. Soup's a classic."
"Soup is an appetizer," my mother moaned. I had clearly threatened her perception of justice in the world of dinner parties.
"Not if you use the big bowls," I pointed out smartly.
She sighed and retracted the menu. "No one in this house is of any use - I may as well ask my own reflection. Blaise, for one, told me to serve hamburgers."
"What can I say, Mother? At least it's an entrée," I remarked as I went back to polishing my Cleansweep Seven. I could practically feel her purse her lips behind me, but before I could turn to look, she had stormed out of my room with high heels clacking.
I sighed and put the broom aside. The last thing I needed before my friends came over was an angry Estella Zabini. I opened my bedroom door to go after her, and came to face a ghost emerging from the hallway fireplace. Frozen on the spot, I watched the pallid figure - too tall for its face to be visible - make its way out of the Floo system. A closer look put a stopper to my fear. Draco Malfoy stood with his back to me, brushing himself free of what I assumed was soot. Mistaking him for a ghost hadn't been that far off - he looked like he'd lost about twenty-five pounds and half a personality.
Without even a look in my direction, he disappeared into my brother's room. It wasn't until I saw our house-elf Roley struggle along with his trunk that I realized what was going on. My stomach plummeted. He was here to stay.
I burst into Blaise's room without hesitation, wincing as my foot flew into his heavy painted armoire.
Note to self: hesitation is good sometimes.