also, isnt being in all the houses getting old...?
I've never seen it before. Two, I remember, where she alternated her time between them, or a speshul house of her own. Maybe I missed something; it's not like I really keep track.
I was simply wondering how Umbridge managed to hide her face in her skirts, in Snape and in Dumbledore all at the same time, and didn't think of the implication of her lady bits. Ack. Surely someone like Umbridge is a big believer in foundation garments. Lots and Lots of them.
Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking with it. For the sake of my sanity.
Whenever I see the name "Raven" I automatically think of that horrid Disney channel show That's So Raven.
This fic BURNS. It's like it was written by a small goth girl who wanted to preach her dislike for "those stupid preps who steal the spot light when I am so much smarter than them!" (Or at least that's what the sample is like.)
The writing itself isn't too shabby, though.
The hat continued thinking. Suddenly it twitched. Beautiful white satin replaced the old tattered cloth and a braided scarf of Gryffindor gold, Slytherin silver, Ravenclaw bronze, and Hufflepuff black was wrapped around the brim and hung gracefully over the sides. Uhm...what?
Tiffany flounced up to the Hat, tie-belt flapping. McGonagall put it on her head. Here, I thought that McGonagall had put Tiffany's belt on her own head...The pronouns weren't very clear.
“AHH! Get her off! All! She's in all!” It shouted, curling up. It was humorous to imagine the Sorting Hat curling up into a fetal position out of anguish
( ... )
The tattered old patched and frayed sorting hat is good enough for Harry. It's good enough for Neville. It SAVED Neville and Harry's life. It has served the school loyally since its creation. It does its job and takes no crap from anyone...especially not an "Awful."
The Sorting Hat don't need no stinkin' makeover!
...wow, I need to get away from school. Truly horrendous grammar. My apologies, minions.
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i doubt umbridge would flash everyone her lady bits.
also, isnt being in all the houses getting old...?
i think the hat is smarter than one mary-sue inside a mary sue story too.. mcgonagall would not take shit from that tiffany bitch either
first?
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I've never seen it before. Two, I remember, where she alternated her time between them, or a speshul house of her own. Maybe I missed something; it's not like I really keep track.
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Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking with it. For the sake of my sanity.
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Raven got up and asked where she was supposed to sit.
“With the staff of course!” Hat said.
Jumping crocodiles.
Wow.
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On a different note, this story has no reviews; I wonder how many they'll be when the night is over.
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This fic BURNS. It's like it was written by a small goth girl who wanted to preach her dislike for "those stupid preps who steal the spot light when I am so much smarter than them!" (Or at least that's what the sample is like.)
The writing itself isn't too shabby, though.
The hat continued thinking. Suddenly it twitched. Beautiful white satin replaced the old tattered cloth and a braided scarf of Gryffindor gold, Slytherin silver, Ravenclaw bronze, and Hufflepuff black was wrapped around the brim and hung gracefully over the sides. Uhm...what?
Tiffany flounced up to the Hat, tie-belt flapping. McGonagall put it on her head. Here, I thought that McGonagall had put Tiffany's belt on her own head...The pronouns weren't very clear.
“AHH! Get her off! All! She's in all!” It shouted, curling up. It was humorous to imagine the Sorting Hat curling up into a fetal position out of anguish ( ... )
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The Sorting Hat don't need no stinkin' makeover!
...wow, I need to get away from school. Truly horrendous grammar. My apologies, minions.
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