3659: This Ain't A Scene series - Everybody
Don't forget about the Sorting Hat.
TITLE: This Ain't A Scene, The Way The Game Is Played
PERPETRATOR: LifeOnTheMoon
SUE-O-METER: Awful
COVER/BANNER ART: None
SUMMARY:”Three years after his sister's almost wedding James Potter II remains rather unhappily married. He also can't seem to get the beautiful Ariana Longbottom out of his head, much to his wife's chagrin. Meanwhile Scorpius Malfoy has made some fairly risky choices that might damage his relationship with Rose Weasley forever, not to mention cause him large amounts of humiliation.”, and ”Three years after his sister's almost wedding James Potter II remains rather unhappily married. He also can't seem to get the beautiful Ariana Longbottom out of his head, much to his wife's chagrin. Meanwhile Scorpius Malfoy has made some fairly risky choices that might damage his relationship with Rose Weasley forever, not to mention cause him large amounts of humiliation.”
FULL NAME: Ariana Longbottom, Sophia, James, everybody pretty much, Rose Weasley in the first story, and Scorpius
SPECIES: next generation supposidly
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The writer decided to make James a player in this fic. I then realize this is a sequel upon seeing the authors note at the bottom. (Thanks Suethor.) I go back to the original, and find out the Suethor turned the next generation kids into cliché spoiled rich brats, possibly because that's cool. There is even a love triangle involve Scoprius, Lily and Rose. The whole point of the story seems to be drama, and angst, and that doesn't make for a good story.
ORIGIN: “Lily Potter was quite happy. Her favourite brother was coming to stay and she wasn't absolutely certain but she was pretty sure her boyfriend of approximately two years Daemon Zabini was going to propose to her tonight. They had been living together for one-and-a-half years now and she was madly in love with him.” Even James and Sophie married after only six months of knowing each other.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: According to the story, it is alright to cheat on your wife if your family doesn't like her, and the other person is pretty, because your wife is only after your money after all. According to this story, a relationship where one moves in after only being together for six months, and planning on marrying after two is also healthy.
NOTES: It's pretty bad when the reviews back up the shallowness of the story by talking about how sexy everything is.
SAMPLE:
"You write often enough," his wife huffed. "Honestly I thought you were having another affair until I realized that you couldn't possibly be in a relationship that long because you're a shit."
"This is why my sister doesn't like you," James said sardonically.
"Your whole family doesn't like me," Sophie said. "And you know I don't understand why we have to go to that grubby pub first."
"Oh I'm sorry," James said sarcastically. "Would her highness rather get a carriage with Thestrals? And we have to floo there because Lily has wards around her house."
"Don't talk bullshit," Sophie said harshly. "You just want to see your virgin again."
"I don't know what you're talking about," James said in a rather dangerous tone.
But Sophie's almost pathological jealousy of Ariana Longbottom rather got the better of her and she ignored the warning signs.
"Do you think I haven't seen the letters?" she asked. "The torn up notes scattered around the place. The ones you never send. Oh Ariana you're all I think about," she mocked, with a laugh that was entirely without mirth.
"Shut up," James growled grabbing her shoulders and almost shaking her.
"I should've left you ages ago," Sophie said, her eyes cold.
"But you love my bank balance far too much," James said cruelly.
And from the first fic
Rose Weasley was trouble. That was a universally acknowledged truth. You didn't need to really know her to know that she was trouble. She exuded it. She wasn't the sort of girl you would take home to see your mother. She wasn't the sort of girl you would take home period. And what was more important was that she sure as hell didn't want to go home to see your mother. Rose Weasley was the stuff of dreams and nightmares. Blessed with razor sharp wit and a body that could stop a truck, she had a penchant for destruction. She threw herself at life and promised herself she would never slow down, not for anything and not for anyone.
Slytherin's favourite son Scorpius Malfoy was trouble too but in an entirely different way. Where Rose Weasley was fire, he was ice. His impassive face gave nothing away and no one could ever truly say they knew what he was thinking. He wasn't the sort of boy you would bring home to your parents, not because he wouldn't be perfectly well mannered but because his haughty air of self-assurance would put them off forever and you wouldn't want your parents to worry about your life choices. Not that it mattered any way because like Rose Weasley he would never want to meet your parents.
Ron Weasley was happy. He had a beautiful, intelligent wife, a son who played for the Chudley Cannons and a steady career. The only blip in his otherwise perfect life was his headstrong daughter, who was, though he would never admit it, his favourite child. Because even though Rose had passed her eight NEWTs with all Os, she insisted on being a model. His weekly lunches with her were both a joy and an absolute horror.
He nervously played with the saltshaker, desperately hoping Rose wasn't going to come in with several paparazzi on her trail. Fortunately for him the Wizarding World had been rocked by the scandalous antics of Draco Malfoy's son Scorpius and therefore had no time to follow Rose around. At least for now, Rose was last week's news.
"Hello Daddy," she said kissing his cheek. "How was your week?"
"Uneventful," he replied, smiling. "That's good, I like it better that way."
Rose dragged her hand through her mane of red hair, pulling it into a ponytail. "I've got a new job," she said, smiling. "I'm now the official spokesperson for Sleakeasys"
"What is that a disease?" her father snorted. "When are you going to get a real job Rosie?"
"This is a real job Dad," she said getting instantly defensive. "Just because it doesn't quite fit with the ordinary family tradition of getting a job as an auror/banker/lawyer/Quidditch player."
Ron privately thought that these were the only four jobs that were worth having but he knew he had better not antagonize her too much.
"Sweetheart you know you can be anything you want to be," he said, his voice layered with concern. "I just don't know what the shelf-life with this sort of job is."
"Like there's a shelf-life for a Quidditch player," Rose snorted.
"I just want to see you settled down," her father said. "Meet someone nice, get a job that doesn't have you showing off your stomach. Is that really too much to ask."
"Is this about the article?" Rose asked frowning. "Because you know-"
"It's not about the article," he dad said. "This is about you."
"I can handle myself," Rose said, getting crosser by the second. "And I know this is about the article. I didn't even think you read that rag."
"It's not about the article!" Ron said loudly, attracting strange looks from the other tables. "It's not about the article."
"Has mum read it?" Rose asked. She hid her worry well, sounding more disinterested than terrified. Hermione Granger expected excellence form everyone, especially members of her family and Rose hated how much she secretly wanted her mothers approval.
"No she hasn't," her dad said. "But I can't keep covering for you Rosie. You have to figure your life out."
And that was when the paparazzi poured into the restaurant.
TITLE: This Ain't A Scene, The Way The Game Is Played
PERPETRATOR: LifeOnTheMoon
SUE-O-METER: Awful
COVER/BANNER ART: None
SUMMARY:”Three years after his sister's almost wedding James Potter II remains rather unhappily married. He also can't seem to get the beautiful Ariana Longbottom out of his head, much to his wife's chagrin. Meanwhile Scorpius Malfoy has made some fairly risky choices that might damage his relationship with Rose Weasley forever, not to mention cause him large amounts of humiliation.”, and ”Three years after his sister's almost wedding James Potter II remains rather unhappily married. He also can't seem to get the beautiful Ariana Longbottom out of his head, much to his wife's chagrin. Meanwhile Scorpius Malfoy has made some fairly risky choices that might damage his relationship with Rose Weasley forever, not to mention cause him large amounts of humiliation.”
FULL NAME: Ariana Longbottom, Sophia, James, everybody pretty much, Rose Weasley in the first story, and Scorpius
SPECIES: next generation supposidly
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The writer decided to make James a player in this fic. I then realize this is a sequel upon seeing the authors note at the bottom. (Thanks Suethor.) I go back to the original, and find out the Suethor turned the next generation kids into cliché spoiled rich brats, possibly because that's cool. There is even a love triangle involve Scoprius, Lily and Rose. The whole point of the story seems to be drama, and angst, and that doesn't make for a good story.
ORIGIN: “Lily Potter was quite happy. Her favourite brother was coming to stay and she wasn't absolutely certain but she was pretty sure her boyfriend of approximately two years Daemon Zabini was going to propose to her tonight. They had been living together for one-and-a-half years now and she was madly in love with him.” Even James and Sophie married after only six months of knowing each other.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: According to the story, it is alright to cheat on your wife if your family doesn't like her, and the other person is pretty, because your wife is only after your money after all. According to this story, a relationship where one moves in after only being together for six months, and planning on marrying after two is also healthy.
NOTES: It's pretty bad when the reviews back up the shallowness of the story by talking about how sexy everything is.
SAMPLE:
"You write often enough," his wife huffed. "Honestly I thought you were having another affair until I realized that you couldn't possibly be in a relationship that long because you're a shit."
"This is why my sister doesn't like you," James said sardonically.
"Your whole family doesn't like me," Sophie said. "And you know I don't understand why we have to go to that grubby pub first."
"Oh I'm sorry," James said sarcastically. "Would her highness rather get a carriage with Thestrals? And we have to floo there because Lily has wards around her house."
"Don't talk bullshit," Sophie said harshly. "You just want to see your virgin again."
"I don't know what you're talking about," James said in a rather dangerous tone.
But Sophie's almost pathological jealousy of Ariana Longbottom rather got the better of her and she ignored the warning signs.
"Do you think I haven't seen the letters?" she asked. "The torn up notes scattered around the place. The ones you never send. Oh Ariana you're all I think about," she mocked, with a laugh that was entirely without mirth.
"Shut up," James growled grabbing her shoulders and almost shaking her.
"I should've left you ages ago," Sophie said, her eyes cold.
"But you love my bank balance far too much," James said cruelly.
And from the first fic
Rose Weasley was trouble. That was a universally acknowledged truth. You didn't need to really know her to know that she was trouble. She exuded it. She wasn't the sort of girl you would take home to see your mother. She wasn't the sort of girl you would take home period. And what was more important was that she sure as hell didn't want to go home to see your mother. Rose Weasley was the stuff of dreams and nightmares. Blessed with razor sharp wit and a body that could stop a truck, she had a penchant for destruction. She threw herself at life and promised herself she would never slow down, not for anything and not for anyone.
Slytherin's favourite son Scorpius Malfoy was trouble too but in an entirely different way. Where Rose Weasley was fire, he was ice. His impassive face gave nothing away and no one could ever truly say they knew what he was thinking. He wasn't the sort of boy you would bring home to your parents, not because he wouldn't be perfectly well mannered but because his haughty air of self-assurance would put them off forever and you wouldn't want your parents to worry about your life choices. Not that it mattered any way because like Rose Weasley he would never want to meet your parents.
Ron Weasley was happy. He had a beautiful, intelligent wife, a son who played for the Chudley Cannons and a steady career. The only blip in his otherwise perfect life was his headstrong daughter, who was, though he would never admit it, his favourite child. Because even though Rose had passed her eight NEWTs with all Os, she insisted on being a model. His weekly lunches with her were both a joy and an absolute horror.
He nervously played with the saltshaker, desperately hoping Rose wasn't going to come in with several paparazzi on her trail. Fortunately for him the Wizarding World had been rocked by the scandalous antics of Draco Malfoy's son Scorpius and therefore had no time to follow Rose around. At least for now, Rose was last week's news.
"Hello Daddy," she said kissing his cheek. "How was your week?"
"Uneventful," he replied, smiling. "That's good, I like it better that way."
Rose dragged her hand through her mane of red hair, pulling it into a ponytail. "I've got a new job," she said, smiling. "I'm now the official spokesperson for Sleakeasys"
"What is that a disease?" her father snorted. "When are you going to get a real job Rosie?"
"This is a real job Dad," she said getting instantly defensive. "Just because it doesn't quite fit with the ordinary family tradition of getting a job as an auror/banker/lawyer/Quidditch player."
Ron privately thought that these were the only four jobs that were worth having but he knew he had better not antagonize her too much.
"Sweetheart you know you can be anything you want to be," he said, his voice layered with concern. "I just don't know what the shelf-life with this sort of job is."
"Like there's a shelf-life for a Quidditch player," Rose snorted.
"I just want to see you settled down," her father said. "Meet someone nice, get a job that doesn't have you showing off your stomach. Is that really too much to ask."
"Is this about the article?" Rose asked frowning. "Because you know-"
"It's not about the article," he dad said. "This is about you."
"I can handle myself," Rose said, getting crosser by the second. "And I know this is about the article. I didn't even think you read that rag."
"It's not about the article!" Ron said loudly, attracting strange looks from the other tables. "It's not about the article."
"Has mum read it?" Rose asked. She hid her worry well, sounding more disinterested than terrified. Hermione Granger expected excellence form everyone, especially members of her family and Rose hated how much she secretly wanted her mothers approval.
"No she hasn't," her dad said. "But I can't keep covering for you Rosie. You have to figure your life out."
And that was when the paparazzi poured into the restaurant.