It is cold here. It is so freakin' cold that Celcius caught up to Farenheit and passed it. The lock on my front door has actually contracted from the cold, so that my key, which was nice and warm in my pocket, would not fit into it. I had to let my key sit and cool off before I could shove it in.
*waves flag and plays O Canada on the harmonica*
Anyway, as
theartema noted, this one was simply pleading for it:
TITLE:
Amalthea and the Unicorn Fiasco (WTF?)
PERPETRATOR:
Amalthea Faux SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
FULL NAME: Amalthea Minerva Snape
SPECIES: human/witch
HAIR: seems to be blonde
EYES: 'bright green eyes'
MARKINGS: none mentioned
POSESSIONS: a very pink room and a Narcissa Malfoy clone apparently made with that contraption Calvin invented that can copy only somebody's good side.
ORIGIN: Nobody appears to know. She's probably a long-lost unicorn princess of some sort.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Snape is her adopted father, and dotes (Snape? Dote? Brain shutting down...), but she lives most of the time with the Malfoys, who also dote. There is a lot of doting in this fic - our Sueoine has everybody wrapped around her little finger.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: none mentioned
NOTES: This is the person who reviewed yesterday's story and accused it of Sueage. At least we can be sure she knows what she's talking about. Yeesh.
SAMPLE:
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR AMALTHEA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" Surrounded by her family and friends, eleven year old Amalthea Snape felt an overwhelming amount of joy.
"Oh thank you so much!" The little girl almost had tears in her bright green eyes. Suddenly her eyes got much sadder.
"What's wrong Amalthea?" Her godmother, Narcissa Malfoy, was the sweetest woman that Amalthea had ever met. Always kind and always loving.
"Nothing, really, I'd just hoped that my father could be here today." Amalthea was raised by her father, Severus Snape. He taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry during the year so they only saw each other during the summer. The rest of the year Amalthea lived with her godparents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and their son Draco. However last year Draco started at Hogwarts and Amalthea was very lonely.
"What do you mean? I'm right here." Severus was tall and his long greasy black hair was pulled back.
"Daddy!" Amalthea smiled big and ran into her father's arms. "I've missed you so much Father!"
"Happy birthday Amalthea. I've brought something for you." Out of his pocket he pulled a letter with green writing and a red wax seal on the back. "They thought I should give this to you in person."
Amalthea knew what it was. She had seen Draco get one just one year ago. It was her acceptance letter to Hogwarts.
"Open it!" Draco was just as excited as Amalthea was. He had been hoping that she would soon get her letter as well.
"Go on dear, read it." Lucius Malfoy was never excited about much but this time he was intrigued as to find out what was going to be in this letter.
"Okay here goes..." She carefully openned the letter with her beautiful nails and read it aloud.
Dear Ms. Snape,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been
accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. The train leaves from London Station
Platform 9 3/4 at exactly 11 o'clock on the
morning of September 1st. A list of your school
supplies needed is on the attached page.
Congratulations and welcome.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry
"Oh Amalthea, dear, Congratulations!" Mrs. Malfoy was extatic with joy.
"This has been the best birthday present I could have ever wished for."