Delayed… again. :P
Alright, so I’ve been delayed, again, in writing my fanfic. So, since I suck like that (I’m I’m soo stupid), I’ll post a paragraph or so… the bit I’ve written. This is like, my 3rd or 4th draft, since I’ve scrapped soo much of it. Please, no flames!
Émilie looked over the letter and sighed. So, this wasn't the usual case. Not a quick drop off, letter, and bag of money for the child. Émilie thought about keeping the child. It would be no doubt more work, and it seemed that it was only their orphanage who had this many unusual cases. They'd keep the child though, it would be cruel not to, especially such a robust one.
Having trouble deciding, since their budget had just been cut short, and this case was a peculiar one, Émilie picked up the phone. It was while dialing the director's phone number that she remembered something. Her sister, hadn't she said something a while ago? About some scandalous affair a certain woman named deRilau had had? Émilie cleared the number.
Émilie re-dialed a number into the phone, this time her sister's. While the phone was ringing, she gathered her thoughts as she thought about what she would say. A faint click could be heard, and her sister finally picked up the phone.
"Hello? Who is there!" a tired, female voice demanded. Émilie frowned. Her sister sounded incredibly stressed. This wasn't what she expected.
"It's me, Émilie." Then, after a pause, she added, "Your sister. You remember me? I need your help with something. There has been another drop-off."
So, if you’re bothering to read this, what do you think? It’s Harry Potter fanfic, BTW. I disclaim like, owning any part of Harry Potter. If I did, do you really think I’d be writing fanfiction?
- Queen Laisai