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bear I got a link to a Harry Potter fic that I cannot read while the children are in the house or they will wonder why Mama keeps giggling like an idiot. So, because my day so far contains events that need sorting out mentally before committing to screen, here's some blips from said gigglefic:
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Draco was sadly unable to roll his eyes in disgust, but he still did his damnedest to exude as much withering contempt as it was possible for a teenage boy to express whilst lying supine with his limbs contorted awkwardly, his muddy robes tangled around his knees and a large dog dribbling onto his face.
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"I've seen the light, haven't I? The scales have fallen from my eyes, and all that clichéd rubbish. I'm taking a stand for truth, justice, bunny rabbits and baby Muggles. The prodigal returned. Bring out the fatted calf. Did you miss me?"
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"The closet got too cramped. Me, the fur coats, the fir trees, the magic lion."
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"I, unlike certain people who shall remain nameless, but whose names might just possibly rhyme with Gone Measley and Barry Rotter, actually read the Herbology textbooks we were assigned," she said tartly.
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"But I'm not very good with plants," he said half-heartedly, glancing over at Harry for confirmation. Harry nodded.
"It's true. Remember that giggling orchid he had to look after? Silent as the grave the whole time. And the Venus Fly Trap became a vegetarian. Ron just doesn't have green thumbs. Well known fact."
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"Girls," he said, shaking his head.
"I beg your pardon?" Harry looked up to see Hermione with a dangerous glint in her eye. He swallowed. "Oh, not you. You don't count as a girl."
Strangely this compliment didn't have the desired effect. Hermione stood up herself, glaring at him.
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"Are the photographs really always like this? Frozen in place? I thought it was just a joke." Harry nodded. "It's thoroughly creepy, Potter. You keep expecting one of them to blink."
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"Made me wonder whether he got some of his ideas from that mad Austrian Muggle, the one with the little moustache. Chaplin, is it?"
"Hitler," said Harry, his voice shaking with suppressed, and slightly appalled, laughter. "I think you're thinking about Hitler."
"That's the one. Mad as a bag of frogs -- short dark haired bloke killing lots of other people because they weren't tall and blond and blue-eyed.
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Frequently the sensible course of action was to run the hell in the opposite direction and live to fight another day, or better yet, live to run the hell away again another day.
bear I got a link to a Harry Potter fic that I cannot read while the children are in the house or they will wonder why Mama keeps giggling like an idiot. So, because my day so far contains events that need sorting out mentally before committing to screen, here's some blips from said gigglefic:Draco was sadly unable to roll his eyes in disgust, but he still did his damnedest to exude as much withering contempt as it was possible for a teenage boy to express whilst lying supine with his limbs contorted awkwardly, his muddy robes tangled around his knees and a large dog dribbling onto his face.
"I've seen the light, haven't I? The scales have fallen from my eyes, and all that clichéd rubbish. I'm taking a stand for truth, justice, bunny rabbits and baby Muggles. The prodigal returned. Bring out the fatted calf. Did you miss me?"
"The closet got too cramped. Me, the fur coats, the fir trees, the magic lion."
"I, unlike certain people who shall remain nameless, but whose names might just possibly rhyme with Gone Measley and Barry Rotter, actually read the Herbology textbooks we were assigned," she said tartly.
"But I'm not very good with plants," he said half-heartedly, glancing over at Harry for confirmation. Harry nodded.
"It's true. Remember that giggling orchid he had to look after? Silent as the grave the whole time. And the Venus Fly Trap became a vegetarian. Ron just doesn't have green thumbs. Well known fact."
"Girls," he said, shaking his head.
"I beg your pardon?" Harry looked up to see Hermione with a dangerous glint in her eye. He swallowed. "Oh, not you. You don't count as a girl."
Strangely this compliment didn't have the desired effect. Hermione stood up herself, glaring at him.
"Are the photographs really always like this? Frozen in place? I thought it was just a joke." Harry nodded. "It's thoroughly creepy, Potter. You keep expecting one of them to blink."
"Made me wonder whether he got some of his ideas from that mad Austrian Muggle, the one with the little moustache. Chaplin, is it?"
"Hitler," said Harry, his voice shaking with suppressed, and slightly appalled, laughter. "I think you're thinking about Hitler."
"That's the one. Mad as a bag of frogs -- short dark haired bloke killing lots of other people because they weren't tall and blond and blue-eyed.
Frequently the sensible course of action was to run the hell in the opposite direction and live to fight another day, or better yet, live to run the hell away again another day.
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Date: 2005-05-11 06:25 pm (UTC)Oh. Oh. Oh. ::snickering uncontrollably:: Damn, maybe I'd better get back into HP fandom, seems to be some good writing popping up in that one. Thanks for sharing! :-D
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Date: 2005-05-11 11:37 pm (UTC)...and if I wasn't already madly in love with fanon!Draco, he would have had me right there.
Which reminds me. If you have a chance -- I have no idea if it airs in Canadia or not -- you should definitely try to catch some Veronica Mars in reruns this summer, or possibly on DVD this fall. One of the characters, Logan, *is* fanon!Draco. And also, he would have chemistry with a pile of sand. Also, I think you'd like the show a lot -- it's very clever.
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Date: 2005-05-11 11:47 pm (UTC)It's like leaving the room after a good bout of foreplay - bad manners.
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