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TITLE: The Study of Magical Anatomy That... oh boy.
PERPETRATOR: AliceAtlas
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
COVER/BANNER ART: None.
FULL NAME: Merriella and Cynthia
SPECIES: They are George and Fred's girlfriends respectively.
HAIR: “[Merriella's] usual pulled up bun was undone letting her long hair spill over her shoulders.”
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: there are quite a ew comments about both girls breasts and cleavage.
POSSESSIONS: “[Merrilla] was wearing a slip. A SLIP; with lace trimming on top, providing a frame work for her décolletage, and a lace hem skimming the middle of her thighs. And over that a sheer robe that pooled on the floor around her bare feet.”
CONNECTION TO CANON: Merilla invites George over to study and opens the door in some clothes she shouldn't be wearing to study with a boy. Instead of studying they end up making out. Same thing goes with Fred and Cynthia.
ORIGIN: We are someplace that is obviously not Hogwarts.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:”He's been so excited at the prospect of being her potions partner that he hadn't even considered asking why they couldn't do the same thing in a library in the daylight.” (Really?)
NOTES: It's pretty much about them having sex.. It's also not complete.
SAMPLE:
George Weasley stood outside Merriella's room for quite some time. He reasoned that he wasn't nervous to study with her; he was just giving her extra time to get her room ready. After all, girls were usually late anyway right?
He stood there with his hand to the door, willing himself to knock. It had been five minutes of pacing. He looked at his watch and winced at his cowardice. “Come on George!” he whispered to himself. He heard a faint noice from inside the door, which made him jump.
He turned to flee back to his room, ready to forget the whole thing. Two things made him stop however. First, was the thought of them being together on the sofa. Maybe even sitting close enough for him to casually slide his hand past her knee; or lean over to look down the collar of her sweater that she seemed to favor wearing so dangerously low.
And the second reason was that he'd already risked being caught by Filch sneaking out this late. He'd unfortunately given the marauder's map to tha blasted Harry with Fred. He'd felt generous at the time, but now he was kicking himself. He might as well go through with his plan.
PERPETRATOR: AliceAtlas
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
COVER/BANNER ART: None.
FULL NAME: Merriella and Cynthia
SPECIES: They are George and Fred's girlfriends respectively.
HAIR: “[Merriella's] usual pulled up bun was undone letting her long hair spill over her shoulders.”
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: there are quite a ew comments about both girls breasts and cleavage.
POSSESSIONS: “[Merrilla] was wearing a slip. A SLIP; with lace trimming on top, providing a frame work for her décolletage, and a lace hem skimming the middle of her thighs. And over that a sheer robe that pooled on the floor around her bare feet.”
CONNECTION TO CANON: Merilla invites George over to study and opens the door in some clothes she shouldn't be wearing to study with a boy. Instead of studying they end up making out. Same thing goes with Fred and Cynthia.
ORIGIN: We are someplace that is obviously not Hogwarts.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:”He's been so excited at the prospect of being her potions partner that he hadn't even considered asking why they couldn't do the same thing in a library in the daylight.” (Really?)
NOTES: It's pretty much about them having sex.. It's also not complete.
SAMPLE:
George Weasley stood outside Merriella's room for quite some time. He reasoned that he wasn't nervous to study with her; he was just giving her extra time to get her room ready. After all, girls were usually late anyway right?
He stood there with his hand to the door, willing himself to knock. It had been five minutes of pacing. He looked at his watch and winced at his cowardice. “Come on George!” he whispered to himself. He heard a faint noice from inside the door, which made him jump.
He turned to flee back to his room, ready to forget the whole thing. Two things made him stop however. First, was the thought of them being together on the sofa. Maybe even sitting close enough for him to casually slide his hand past her knee; or lean over to look down the collar of her sweater that she seemed to favor wearing so dangerously low.
And the second reason was that he'd already risked being caught by Filch sneaking out this late. He'd unfortunately given the marauder's map to tha blasted Harry with Fred. He'd felt generous at the time, but now he was kicking himself. He might as well go through with his plan.