The Work In Progress Quiz
It is a familiar lament “When is the next update??” or even worse “Is the fic abandoned?” Reading a work in progress is fraught with potential danger for the reader. It’s a wonder we even begin to read them at all. It is because they are like chocolate, irresistible! The WIP listed below are quality stories that I will cry real tears if they don’t get completed. Hint hint nudge nudge poke poke to you authors.
The quiz is
Match the quote to the story. And yes fan girl there are more stories than quotes. That was done to make it harder on you. Snicker.
Pet Project By Caeria
The Secret Keeper By AlexaJones22
And They Didn’t Live Happily Ever After By Betz
A Dish Served Cold By Friendly Quark
For Your Pleasure By LariLee
Epiphany By Melusin
The Muse By Scarlet Siren
Dance With The Devil By Juliet
Mists of Time By Amr
She Was Beautiful To Him By Keladry Lupin
The Price of Madness By Plaid Pooka
The Souvenir by Ramos
Arthimancy for Muggles by Flyingegg
The Summoning by Bambu
1. What Hermione hadn’t explained to the collective Heads of House and headmaster was her real reason for rejecting the prestigious role within the student body, although she surmised that both Professors Snape and Dumbledore had an inkling of suspicion. Less than two weeks back at school, and the Gryffindor lioness had already become noted for haunting the library at all hours of the day and night. She’d been expanding her research into the probability of locating a spell which would summon Sirius Black back from beyond the veil.
2. Severus received the letter at breakfast. It was a Ministry owl and the bland, innocent seeming missive was shoved into his pocket to be read later. He cared very little for anything the Ministry might have to say to him.
He ignored it through the entirety of the day, finally opening it after he returned from dinner. It was simple, straightforward and to the point. His father had, as was his right under the terms of the new law, arranged his marriage to one Hermione Granger, aged seventeen, etcetera, etcetera.
Snape sat very still as the information seeped into his brain. It was a slow pain that built up over time. How much must his father still hate him to have done this? How much bitterness, how much loathing was still pumping through every vein and artery of the man who had sired him?
3. Its legs lengthened to those of a brace of chickens and then small bat-like wings grew from its shoulders. Before that change was even completed, the dog’s snout melted down to something almost bovine. The chicken feet changed to hooves as the back legs morphed into those of a hare. The changes continued with increasing speed. Hermione had to drag her eyes from the grotesque, dizzying sight to keep from becoming nauseous.
“Fetch the boy,” was all the man holding her down said, before tucking his wand away and again clamping his hand over Hermione’s mouth. Still changing in its sickening fashion, the monstrosity of a Patronus disappeared through the door.
As it left, Hermione gave up all hope of escape. There was only one reason for a Patronus to behave so, and that was the complete and utter insanity of the person it belonged to. She was being held down on her bed by a madman with a hard-on. And she knew exactly who the madman was. She was going to be raped and murdered by the traitor, Severus Snape.
4. Hermione wrung her hands together nervously. She had no idea how Snape would receive her request, knowing him. "I think it might be nice if we both bathed first."
Snape's eyebrows shot even higher than before.
"Not... together."
He relaxed. "I see."
"I just think it would make things a bit more pleasant, no? I mean, neither of us has showered this morning yet, so...."
She knew she probably wouldn't get him to change his hair, ever, but she didn't know if she could take being in such close proximity to him if he wasn't at least freshly washed.
5. “2,213 Galleons going once,” the Auctioneer intoned.
Hermione’s frantic gaze swept the room again.
“Going twice,” came the second call.
“NO!” she screamed in desperation. “PROFESSOR SNAPE! I ACCEPT! I ACCEPT!”
“Sol..” the Auctioneer began only to be interrupted by a voice accustomed to commanding immediate obedience.
“Silence!”
The whole hall fell silent as Severus Snape strode down a rapidly created corridor. He stopped before the raised platform and looked up at her.
“I gather it is a cold day, Miss Granger,” he stated conversationally.
Desperately, Hermione’s eyes locked onto his obsidian ones.
“Yes, sir. It’s freezing,” she weakly concurred.
6. “Getting comfortable, she propped the notebook on her knees and stared down at the blank page. A moment later, in a firm hand, she wrote:
S.N.O.R.T. - Snape Needs Our Respect Too
She grinned down at the words, knowing Snape would have her picking beetles apart until she was as old as Professor Dumbledore if he ever saw that. It made her feel good to see the words there though, solid and real. In fact, she felt the same thrill she did every year when she sat down and created her revision schedules. It was a feeling of accomplishment begun.
7. There is a universal law that applies to both the Muggle and the Wizarding worlds. It quite simply states that for every action there is resulting reaction. It’s been attributed to Newton, Karma, Josevus, and many other figures or deities throughout history. However, when applied to one Severus Snape, it simply meant that a man who spent the vast majority of his time being an absolute and complete bastard had to have some recreational release to sustain the favorable aspects of his personality.
Now, his students, his colleagues, even the Death Eaters with whom he once willingly associated, would scoff at the thought that there were “favorable aspects” to his personality. Softness, tenderness, gentleness -- these were not attributes one would attach to the name of Severus Snape.
It was quite by accident that Equus was created.
8. I stand in the middle of the dungeon room, Charmed sunlight streaming in from a false window, and mix the oils and grind pigments with a deftness no one has seen outside of Potions class. This is my escape from all the liars and fools, the one place where I can shed the mantle of spy and bastard and simply be myself. Where I can create the truth I see for truth's sake, and serve no one's ends but my own. Deception may not enter here.
I add the burnt sienna to her hair, the golden highlights which meld seamlessly in honeyed tresses. I honor verity with every brush stroke, the pale peach of her back, the touch of black that make up her eyelashes. She is a demure beauty with eyes downcast, looking over one shoulder as she clutches a sheet loosely around her naked body. Innocent, yet secretive expression on her sweet face, rosy lips caught in a half-sigh. Shadows and light, always, like the multi-dimensional person she is.
If she ever saw this -- if anyone ever saw this -- losing my job would be the least of my worries.
9. It was also blatantly obvious that Albus Dumbledore had been a fool to exclude her from the Order simply because she wasn’t out of school yet. She was a powerhouse of deep thought.
“It’s been very quiet since Hogwarts was invaded,” she murmured thoughtfully. There’s been nothing in the Prophet, other than recycled hysteria.”
“No overt attacks, for a bit,” he predicted. “Now that Dumbledore has been visibly routed from his stronghold, the Dark Lord will let the effect ripple through the wizarding world. He will let the general populous stew over that, to fear what he might do next.
“Do you have any idea what Dumbledore’s plans are? I’m not asking what they are, just if you’re aware of them or if the headmaster kept you in the dark.”
“No. As you say, I have been deliberately excluded from the majority of the contingency planning. However, since we are guessing, I would venture that Professor Dumbledore knew he had to sacrifice Hogwarts.”
10. "Lupin could have been executed, if he had killed me while transformed. I still have a difficult time believing that anyone could risk a person's life in that manner, and still have the unmitigated gall to continue to call the murder weapon his friend," he muttered thoughtfully. He glanced at her. She looked confused and horrified; she knew he was right. But he hadn't brought her here to vilify Black, deserved though it may be. "Forgive me," he said, dragging himself from his reverie. "I wish to point out that Black was never punished for his attempt upon my life. It would have made a difference to me, if he had been penalized in some fashion.
"Mr Malfoy has been punished in the most appropriate manner that I was capable of administering."
She digested this for a minute, then looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Oh," she murmured. She seemed to want to say more, but she remained silent.
He thought about what this meant, and why it meant so much to him. He could lay some of his own demons to rest. His two worst antagonists were dead. And now, he laid the justice that he had obtained from Malfoy at the feet of someone he cared about. It was all that he was capable of giving her.
The quiz is
Match the quote to the story. And yes fan girl there are more stories than quotes. That was done to make it harder on you. Snicker.
Pet Project By Caeria
The Secret Keeper By AlexaJones22
And They Didn’t Live Happily Ever After By Betz
A Dish Served Cold By Friendly Quark
For Your Pleasure By LariLee
Epiphany By Melusin
The Muse By Scarlet Siren
Dance With The Devil By Juliet
Mists of Time By Amr
She Was Beautiful To Him By Keladry Lupin
The Price of Madness By Plaid Pooka
The Souvenir by Ramos
Arthimancy for Muggles by Flyingegg
The Summoning by Bambu
1. What Hermione hadn’t explained to the collective Heads of House and headmaster was her real reason for rejecting the prestigious role within the student body, although she surmised that both Professors Snape and Dumbledore had an inkling of suspicion. Less than two weeks back at school, and the Gryffindor lioness had already become noted for haunting the library at all hours of the day and night. She’d been expanding her research into the probability of locating a spell which would summon Sirius Black back from beyond the veil.
2. Severus received the letter at breakfast. It was a Ministry owl and the bland, innocent seeming missive was shoved into his pocket to be read later. He cared very little for anything the Ministry might have to say to him.
He ignored it through the entirety of the day, finally opening it after he returned from dinner. It was simple, straightforward and to the point. His father had, as was his right under the terms of the new law, arranged his marriage to one Hermione Granger, aged seventeen, etcetera, etcetera.
Snape sat very still as the information seeped into his brain. It was a slow pain that built up over time. How much must his father still hate him to have done this? How much bitterness, how much loathing was still pumping through every vein and artery of the man who had sired him?
3. Its legs lengthened to those of a brace of chickens and then small bat-like wings grew from its shoulders. Before that change was even completed, the dog’s snout melted down to something almost bovine. The chicken feet changed to hooves as the back legs morphed into those of a hare. The changes continued with increasing speed. Hermione had to drag her eyes from the grotesque, dizzying sight to keep from becoming nauseous.
“Fetch the boy,” was all the man holding her down said, before tucking his wand away and again clamping his hand over Hermione’s mouth. Still changing in its sickening fashion, the monstrosity of a Patronus disappeared through the door.
As it left, Hermione gave up all hope of escape. There was only one reason for a Patronus to behave so, and that was the complete and utter insanity of the person it belonged to. She was being held down on her bed by a madman with a hard-on. And she knew exactly who the madman was. She was going to be raped and murdered by the traitor, Severus Snape.
4. Hermione wrung her hands together nervously. She had no idea how Snape would receive her request, knowing him. "I think it might be nice if we both bathed first."
Snape's eyebrows shot even higher than before.
"Not... together."
He relaxed. "I see."
"I just think it would make things a bit more pleasant, no? I mean, neither of us has showered this morning yet, so...."
She knew she probably wouldn't get him to change his hair, ever, but she didn't know if she could take being in such close proximity to him if he wasn't at least freshly washed.
5. “2,213 Galleons going once,” the Auctioneer intoned.
Hermione’s frantic gaze swept the room again.
“Going twice,” came the second call.
“NO!” she screamed in desperation. “PROFESSOR SNAPE! I ACCEPT! I ACCEPT!”
“Sol..” the Auctioneer began only to be interrupted by a voice accustomed to commanding immediate obedience.
“Silence!”
The whole hall fell silent as Severus Snape strode down a rapidly created corridor. He stopped before the raised platform and looked up at her.
“I gather it is a cold day, Miss Granger,” he stated conversationally.
Desperately, Hermione’s eyes locked onto his obsidian ones.
“Yes, sir. It’s freezing,” she weakly concurred.
6. “Getting comfortable, she propped the notebook on her knees and stared down at the blank page. A moment later, in a firm hand, she wrote:
S.N.O.R.T. - Snape Needs Our Respect Too
She grinned down at the words, knowing Snape would have her picking beetles apart until she was as old as Professor Dumbledore if he ever saw that. It made her feel good to see the words there though, solid and real. In fact, she felt the same thrill she did every year when she sat down and created her revision schedules. It was a feeling of accomplishment begun.
7. There is a universal law that applies to both the Muggle and the Wizarding worlds. It quite simply states that for every action there is resulting reaction. It’s been attributed to Newton, Karma, Josevus, and many other figures or deities throughout history. However, when applied to one Severus Snape, it simply meant that a man who spent the vast majority of his time being an absolute and complete bastard had to have some recreational release to sustain the favorable aspects of his personality.
Now, his students, his colleagues, even the Death Eaters with whom he once willingly associated, would scoff at the thought that there were “favorable aspects” to his personality. Softness, tenderness, gentleness -- these were not attributes one would attach to the name of Severus Snape.
It was quite by accident that Equus was created.
8. I stand in the middle of the dungeon room, Charmed sunlight streaming in from a false window, and mix the oils and grind pigments with a deftness no one has seen outside of Potions class. This is my escape from all the liars and fools, the one place where I can shed the mantle of spy and bastard and simply be myself. Where I can create the truth I see for truth's sake, and serve no one's ends but my own. Deception may not enter here.
I add the burnt sienna to her hair, the golden highlights which meld seamlessly in honeyed tresses. I honor verity with every brush stroke, the pale peach of her back, the touch of black that make up her eyelashes. She is a demure beauty with eyes downcast, looking over one shoulder as she clutches a sheet loosely around her naked body. Innocent, yet secretive expression on her sweet face, rosy lips caught in a half-sigh. Shadows and light, always, like the multi-dimensional person she is.
If she ever saw this -- if anyone ever saw this -- losing my job would be the least of my worries.
9. It was also blatantly obvious that Albus Dumbledore had been a fool to exclude her from the Order simply because she wasn’t out of school yet. She was a powerhouse of deep thought.
“It’s been very quiet since Hogwarts was invaded,” she murmured thoughtfully. There’s been nothing in the Prophet, other than recycled hysteria.”
“No overt attacks, for a bit,” he predicted. “Now that Dumbledore has been visibly routed from his stronghold, the Dark Lord will let the effect ripple through the wizarding world. He will let the general populous stew over that, to fear what he might do next.
“Do you have any idea what Dumbledore’s plans are? I’m not asking what they are, just if you’re aware of them or if the headmaster kept you in the dark.”
“No. As you say, I have been deliberately excluded from the majority of the contingency planning. However, since we are guessing, I would venture that Professor Dumbledore knew he had to sacrifice Hogwarts.”
10. "Lupin could have been executed, if he had killed me while transformed. I still have a difficult time believing that anyone could risk a person's life in that manner, and still have the unmitigated gall to continue to call the murder weapon his friend," he muttered thoughtfully. He glanced at her. She looked confused and horrified; she knew he was right. But he hadn't brought her here to vilify Black, deserved though it may be. "Forgive me," he said, dragging himself from his reverie. "I wish to point out that Black was never punished for his attempt upon my life. It would have made a difference to me, if he had been penalized in some fashion.
"Mr Malfoy has been punished in the most appropriate manner that I was capable of administering."
She digested this for a minute, then looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Oh," she murmured. She seemed to want to say more, but she remained silent.
He thought about what this meant, and why it meant so much to him. He could lay some of his own demons to rest. His two worst antagonists were dead. And now, he laid the justice that he had obtained from Malfoy at the feet of someone he cared about. It was all that he was capable of giving her.