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blamebrampton) wrote2009-09-29 09:36 pm
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Oh HI!
Sound asleep at a reasonable hour last night, woken by a crashing sound avec Irish folk songs. There, at the door, almost upright, was my writing talent.
'Oh HI!' it said.
'You smell like a distillery and you sound like a LOLcat,' I said. 'Get inside.'
'I bought you something!' it slurred. Five minutes of pocket-turning-out, it looked up again. 'But I ate it. Or lost it. Or maybe femme's talent has it. I think hers has my socks.'
'You're wearing tights.'
'Yeah, they're not mine.'
'Get inside!'
I put the coffee on, told it to sleep on the sofa, and went back to bed. This morning, I woke up to a small bunch of roses (picked from my front garden) and some new Fathers. Here, have a snippet for proof! (Alas, this is the third fic to finish on my list. Nothing on the other two. Stupid bloody talent!)
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Draco watches as Lester looks from him, to Harry leaning rumpled against the doorjamb, then back to him, and swiftly sums up the situation inaccurately.
“Potter was still with Weasley at the hospital when I went to pick up the children,” Draco says, in what he suspects is a doomed bid for clarification. “We have a surfeit of bedrooms, it seemed only polite to offer him one.”
“Of course, sir,” says Lester with a very passable stab at wide-eyed innocence.
Draco comforts himself with the knowledge that Lester won’t share his conclusions with anyone. He’ll just mentally file them in the Useful Things To Know About My Superiors part of his brain, a part Draco suspects takes up several lobes.
Harry ambles in and pours himself a cup of tea from the still-warm pot. “Any news?”
“Backing for the whole op seems to have come from France. Lester tells me that Kingsley’s waiting for you to come in.”
Harry makes a face while he sips his tea. “It was too much to hope for that it would all be wrapped up neatly by the time I got up, I suppose.”
“Yes,” says Draco. “It was. Not to mention that it’s eight and you were going to be up at seven.”
“But you’ve breakfast for me, yes?”
Lester’s eyes are like saucers, Draco realises and, as he replays that conversation in his head, he is forced to admit Lester’s suspicions could seem reasonable to the untutored mind. Probably not helped by the fact that Harry is still wearing his pyjamas. With the DM monogram.
'Oh HI!' it said.
'You smell like a distillery and you sound like a LOLcat,' I said. 'Get inside.'
'I bought you something!' it slurred. Five minutes of pocket-turning-out, it looked up again. 'But I ate it. Or lost it. Or maybe femme's talent has it. I think hers has my socks.'
'You're wearing tights.'
'Yeah, they're not mine.'
'Get inside!'
I put the coffee on, told it to sleep on the sofa, and went back to bed. This morning, I woke up to a small bunch of roses (picked from my front garden) and some new Fathers. Here, have a snippet for proof! (Alas, this is the third fic to finish on my list. Nothing on the other two. Stupid bloody talent!)
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Draco watches as Lester looks from him, to Harry leaning rumpled against the doorjamb, then back to him, and swiftly sums up the situation inaccurately.
“Potter was still with Weasley at the hospital when I went to pick up the children,” Draco says, in what he suspects is a doomed bid for clarification. “We have a surfeit of bedrooms, it seemed only polite to offer him one.”
“Of course, sir,” says Lester with a very passable stab at wide-eyed innocence.
Draco comforts himself with the knowledge that Lester won’t share his conclusions with anyone. He’ll just mentally file them in the Useful Things To Know About My Superiors part of his brain, a part Draco suspects takes up several lobes.
Harry ambles in and pours himself a cup of tea from the still-warm pot. “Any news?”
“Backing for the whole op seems to have come from France. Lester tells me that Kingsley’s waiting for you to come in.”
Harry makes a face while he sips his tea. “It was too much to hope for that it would all be wrapped up neatly by the time I got up, I suppose.”
“Yes,” says Draco. “It was. Not to mention that it’s eight and you were going to be up at seven.”
“But you’ve breakfast for me, yes?”
Lester’s eyes are like saucers, Draco realises and, as he replays that conversation in his head, he is forced to admit Lester’s suspicions could seem reasonable to the untutored mind. Probably not helped by the fact that Harry is still wearing his pyjamas. With the DM monogram.
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That snippet was FABULOUS. ♥
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glad it decided to return home.
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No one with absent writing talent could have even pieced together the entertaining snippet about the arrival of the talent, you know, never mind the fic bit. Which made me smile a lot. :)
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I've just fallen in love with your talent.
It should run away more often and bring us such wonderful gifts.
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WOOT!
*hands out cookies*
I need more of THAT, BTW. *points to fic snippet*
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*ahem*
Lovely to see your talent is back, even if it does sound like a LOLcat, is what I actually meant to say. It just sort of came out sounding like squee. Sorry. You know 'Fathers' is my favourite *nods*
*mumbles to self* Right, missus, you've embarrassed yourself enough, now go and collect the boys from cookery club...
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AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
And snippets of Fathers????
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We remember, we who dwell...
uh... "In this sixth ring of LJ hell"?
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Thanks for the morning giggles with the fic snippet.
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I'm glad your talent decided to come back. Maybe once you get Fathers out of the way, it'll decide to be more cooperative. Talent's fussy like that, which is why I usually tell students not to trust it over pure cussedness and hard work.
As far as the excerpt goes, it was neat. I enjoy the way you construct Slytherin characters like Lester and Narcissa. Their cunning side is emphasized, which seems to be forgotten a lot around the whole finishing-school-for-dark-wizards stereotype.
I'm looking forward to seeing more.
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I don't care much where it's been or what it's been doing. It makes it all worth it to get an update of Fathers. Even with the French plot twist.
Hurrah!
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'Oh HI!' it said.
'You smell like a distillery and you sound like a LOLcat,' I said. 'Get inside.'
made me giggle in a most enjoyable manner.
Second, FATHERS = JOY!!!!
Finally, did I give you something to beta eons ago? I can't remember and cross-posting has dropped to the bottom of my priority list so you never have to do it, I just can't remember what it was I gave you and it's bothering me! lol
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If you get Fathers done and posted
I will be a very happy girlI'm sure it will start focussing on your other stories. :o)(no subject)
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To be honest, the bit at the top is my favorite. :D
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