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Wotcher! It's your First Mate speaking. Am a bit bored and seeing as the thread's halted once more *hint* I thought I'd kind of spam you guys. Lucky you. Lately I've been in a writing slump, but the other day I was rereading through the thread when I spotted what saphreanth once mentioned about Tonks being like Bridget Jones, which made Bill a kind of Mark Darcy, so I tried my hand at writing a Bridget Jones inspired diary entry for Tonks.
It sucked.
Anyhow, last night (or this morning) at 2.30am I felt the urge to write, so I'm in the process of writing that battlefield picnic B/T. I warn you, it's going to be really dark. I've only written a little bit of the beginning and it's kind of crap as all first drafts are, but
The air smelled clean and fresh, a change from the usual smell of fear, sweat and the residue of cast spells. Each day proved to be longer than the last as the war dragged on; the Order’s spirit began to lag as, one by one, they were being picked off. It was the hope, the belief that Harry himself held the power to finish this once and for all that drove many of them on.
Bill Weasley shivered as a sudden wisp of cold air drifted past him. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled; he was unused to having such short hair, his neck felt exposed. It was necessary, however - it was practical and much easier to manage. Living in guerrilla-like conditions called from practicality, although his mother had smiled all but smugly as she snipped each long lock off. Still, he found himself running his hand through his hair, as though it hadn’t come to grips with the change.
Mind that it will most probably be changed when I go over it again and write the rest of it.
I have a question though:
What do you think their song would be? It's something that just struck me. Or maybe we could make up our own ship song or something. For some reason I have the poem 'The Owl and the Pussycat' in my head...
Bill and Nymphadora sailed out to sea
On a barely floating raft,
They took their wands and plenty of Molly's scones,
To which Tonks said, 'Bill, you are so daft'.
Bill looked into her sparkling eyes,
And, conjuring a guitar, sang:
'Oh lovely Tonks! Oh Tonks, my love,
What a clumsy Metamorphmagi you are,
You are,
You are!
What a clumsy Metamorphmagi you are!'
Two more verses. Anyone else dare to have a go?
It sucked.
Anyhow, last night (or this morning) at 2.30am I felt the urge to write, so I'm in the process of writing that battlefield picnic B/T. I warn you, it's going to be really dark. I've only written a little bit of the beginning and it's kind of crap as all first drafts are, but
The air smelled clean and fresh, a change from the usual smell of fear, sweat and the residue of cast spells. Each day proved to be longer than the last as the war dragged on; the Order’s spirit began to lag as, one by one, they were being picked off. It was the hope, the belief that Harry himself held the power to finish this once and for all that drove many of them on.
Bill Weasley shivered as a sudden wisp of cold air drifted past him. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled; he was unused to having such short hair, his neck felt exposed. It was necessary, however - it was practical and much easier to manage. Living in guerrilla-like conditions called from practicality, although his mother had smiled all but smugly as she snipped each long lock off. Still, he found himself running his hand through his hair, as though it hadn’t come to grips with the change.
Mind that it will most probably be changed when I go over it again and write the rest of it.
I have a question though:
What do you think their song would be? It's something that just struck me. Or maybe we could make up our own ship song or something. For some reason I have the poem 'The Owl and the Pussycat' in my head...
Bill and Nymphadora sailed out to sea
On a barely floating raft,
They took their wands and plenty of Molly's scones,
To which Tonks said, 'Bill, you are so daft'.
Bill looked into her sparkling eyes,
And, conjuring a guitar, sang:
'Oh lovely Tonks! Oh Tonks, my love,
What a clumsy Metamorphmagi you are,
You are,
You are!
What a clumsy Metamorphmagi you are!'
Two more verses. Anyone else dare to have a go?