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[music| "Spaceman" - The Killers]
In between school work, my new blog, and just being social every single weekend, I've finally gotten around to writing some more fanfic. I know I started writing out that little scene for Theories where Ginny talks about her first time with Draco, but I've decided to put that on hold in favor of some other stuff. Mainly Through a Long and Sleepless Night since I started thinking about it today since I have been suffering from a lack of sleep as of late. I've been sick for what seems like ages and I'm just starting to get over it, but while I was sick, it would take me forever to fall asleep unless I was hopped up on medication. But yeah; I'm starting to feel better now, so thoughts for stories are pouring in and I was inspired to write tonight.
I only have about a page done for this chapter and I'm stopping for tonight since it is getting rather late, but I wanted to post what I have for some opinions. There's already more dialogue rather than action, which was the case in the first chapter, but there needs to be dialogue to explain what's going on.
She walked ahead of him, toward the swirl of black.
It glistened in the fading sun as screams could be heard from inside the castle. Near the forest’s edge, cloaked figures popped up, seeming to hover amongst the dirt and tree roots. They held their ground, waiting for some form of signal.
The pair of teens turned as the castle’s doors were blasted open, more and more of the cloaked figures pouring out onto the school’s grounds as though they were a plague, blackening the grass with showers of soil and torn fabric from their spells’ blasts. Already the earth was becoming caked with blood as the fighters lost limbs or suffered serious wounds.
She looked up to the sky, noticing a patch of clouds looming near the North Tower, blocking her view of Orion.
He glanced at her, wondering as to how she was able to live through this dream night after night, getting to the point where she’s adapted to it and is no longer troubled by it, but merely sees it as a minor inconvenience to her slumber.
“How do you do it?”
She did not stop staring at the constellation, merely motioned him to stand beside her.
“I never realized how lovely the sky looked on this particular night. It’s so deceitful to the events that happened underneath it, don’t you think?” She paused, finally dropping her gaze to regard him. “And I don’t know how I can stand it. I suppose it’s one of those situations where you realize that there’s nothing that you can do about it, so you relegate yourself to having to live with it. Maybe I was meant to have this dream. Maybe I was just waiting for you to show up.”
“Why would you be waiting for me? You hate me.”
“Excuse me for the cliché, but hate is such a strong word. I strongly dislike you, but we don’t know enough about each other to truly hate one another. We only know what our parents have taught us through generations of familial loathing. Hell, I doubt our parents know the true reason why our families can’t stand the sight of each other. I mean, sure; you can be an absolute prick, but so can Ron and many of the boys that I’ve dated. But I don’t hate them. Besides, we’re wizarding folk. Strange, unexplainable shit is our M.O. I decided to accept that fact a long time ago. You might want to as well.”
Hope you enjoyed it!
xoxox
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[music| "Spaceman" - The Killers]
In between school work, my new blog, and just being social every single weekend, I've finally gotten around to writing some more fanfic. I know I started writing out that little scene for Theories where Ginny talks about her first time with Draco, but I've decided to put that on hold in favor of some other stuff. Mainly Through a Long and Sleepless Night since I started thinking about it today since I have been suffering from a lack of sleep as of late. I've been sick for what seems like ages and I'm just starting to get over it, but while I was sick, it would take me forever to fall asleep unless I was hopped up on medication. But yeah; I'm starting to feel better now, so thoughts for stories are pouring in and I was inspired to write tonight.
I only have about a page done for this chapter and I'm stopping for tonight since it is getting rather late, but I wanted to post what I have for some opinions. There's already more dialogue rather than action, which was the case in the first chapter, but there needs to be dialogue to explain what's going on.
She walked ahead of him, toward the swirl of black.
It glistened in the fading sun as screams could be heard from inside the castle. Near the forest’s edge, cloaked figures popped up, seeming to hover amongst the dirt and tree roots. They held their ground, waiting for some form of signal.
The pair of teens turned as the castle’s doors were blasted open, more and more of the cloaked figures pouring out onto the school’s grounds as though they were a plague, blackening the grass with showers of soil and torn fabric from their spells’ blasts. Already the earth was becoming caked with blood as the fighters lost limbs or suffered serious wounds.
She looked up to the sky, noticing a patch of clouds looming near the North Tower, blocking her view of Orion.
He glanced at her, wondering as to how she was able to live through this dream night after night, getting to the point where she’s adapted to it and is no longer troubled by it, but merely sees it as a minor inconvenience to her slumber.
“How do you do it?”
She did not stop staring at the constellation, merely motioned him to stand beside her.
“I never realized how lovely the sky looked on this particular night. It’s so deceitful to the events that happened underneath it, don’t you think?” She paused, finally dropping her gaze to regard him. “And I don’t know how I can stand it. I suppose it’s one of those situations where you realize that there’s nothing that you can do about it, so you relegate yourself to having to live with it. Maybe I was meant to have this dream. Maybe I was just waiting for you to show up.”
“Why would you be waiting for me? You hate me.”
“Excuse me for the cliché, but hate is such a strong word. I strongly dislike you, but we don’t know enough about each other to truly hate one another. We only know what our parents have taught us through generations of familial loathing. Hell, I doubt our parents know the true reason why our families can’t stand the sight of each other. I mean, sure; you can be an absolute prick, but so can Ron and many of the boys that I’ve dated. But I don’t hate them. Besides, we’re wizarding folk. Strange, unexplainable shit is our M.O. I decided to accept that fact a long time ago. You might want to as well.”
Hope you enjoyed it!
xoxox