DVD Extra number one!
I am horribly underslept and have houseguests, who arrived early while I was still sweaty and in my lycra knicks from my RPM class (Spin with Real Gears and Loud Music ;-)) I bring the class!
So I am cheating and here are two short out-takes from A Young Radical's Guide to Love for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snegurochka_lee, who may well yet receive more proper new bits when I have more time and who will definitely receive some 'other things I was thinking', probably on the weekend.
Firstly, from just after the scene where they have all been at Grimmauld Place Sorting Out the Plan:
Settling Nott took less than half an hour. Since he only needed to pass as a Muggle at the shops, it was a matter of explaining the currency and passing over one of the new Galleons Hermione had created that would allow two-way communication in times of emergency.
“We’ll try to organise a cashpoint card for you soon,” Neville said. “Parkinson said Malfoy had sorted hers, so we’ll get him onto that.”
“What if I get into a conversation with someone and they realise I have no idea about anything they’re talking about?” Nott asked.
“Tell them you were raised on a religious commune,” Harry suggested. “If they start asking questions, ask them if they would like to hear the teachings of your Master, that’ll shut them up.”
Nott, Neville and Luna all gave him that look that non-Muggles used when they weren’t sure whether or not he was joking. It had taken him months to convince Ron that cashpoints were like visiting Gringotts – when Ron had been young, Charlie had told him they were money-printing machines that gave Muggles money for free, and Harry had exhausted his understanding of supply and demand economics in explaining why that couldn’t possibly be right.
“Just say it. Maybe wink afterwards to show you’re joking if it’s someone you want to get on with.”
“Got it,” said Nott. “And if that doesn’t work, I’ll just run away.”
“Sound plan. Try not to steal anything if this happens in a shop.”
“Put items down, then flee.” Nott smiled at them, to show that it was all fine. Harry knew that smile, he’d worn it as often as he could for several years.
“It’s not fair, I know, but we will sort this,” he said. “You won’t be stuck here for long.”
“I know.” Nott kept his smile up. “And I have Mister Muffles to keep me company.”
The small, fluffy dog wagged his tail and licked Nott’s shoe to show that he was very happy with the arrangement, and if anyone had any bits of dried meat on their person, he would be willing to help them out with their disposal.
“And you’ll come and visit, yeah? Keep me in the loop?”
“Of course we will,” said Luna. “Whenever it’s safe.”
Harry showed him how television worked, and the microwave, which fascinated Luna, assured him that it would be fine to use magic to do the dishes providing he kept it at a reasonable level so as not to blow the electronics. They left him channel flicking and dealing with Mister Muffle’s demands for tummy scratches
And then this bit was deemed too flippant for Draco while plotting with Harry at Ron's:
“I’m trying to get our evening back, even if it has to be tomorrow night. Which is the start of a weekend, so that would work out well. If I turn myself in at the Ministry in the morning as a hero of the Auror office, my bet’s on all the charges against me disappearing. Otherwise it will be hiding out with Blaise, listening to Finch Fletchley blather on about horses and having Blaise wee in my shoes to teach me never to speak without thinking in front of the press.”
You will get some original ones very soon, but I wanted you to have these because I was so full of love and glee for your comment and rec, both of which made me grin like a drunk lorrikeet!
So I am cheating and here are two short out-takes from A Young Radical's Guide to Love for
snegurochka_lee, who may well yet receive more proper new bits when I have more time and who will definitely receive some 'other things I was thinking', probably on the weekend.Firstly, from just after the scene where they have all been at Grimmauld Place Sorting Out the Plan:
Settling Nott took less than half an hour. Since he only needed to pass as a Muggle at the shops, it was a matter of explaining the currency and passing over one of the new Galleons Hermione had created that would allow two-way communication in times of emergency.
“We’ll try to organise a cashpoint card for you soon,” Neville said. “Parkinson said Malfoy had sorted hers, so we’ll get him onto that.”
“What if I get into a conversation with someone and they realise I have no idea about anything they’re talking about?” Nott asked.
“Tell them you were raised on a religious commune,” Harry suggested. “If they start asking questions, ask them if they would like to hear the teachings of your Master, that’ll shut them up.”
Nott, Neville and Luna all gave him that look that non-Muggles used when they weren’t sure whether or not he was joking. It had taken him months to convince Ron that cashpoints were like visiting Gringotts – when Ron had been young, Charlie had told him they were money-printing machines that gave Muggles money for free, and Harry had exhausted his understanding of supply and demand economics in explaining why that couldn’t possibly be right.
“Just say it. Maybe wink afterwards to show you’re joking if it’s someone you want to get on with.”
“Got it,” said Nott. “And if that doesn’t work, I’ll just run away.”
“Sound plan. Try not to steal anything if this happens in a shop.”
“Put items down, then flee.” Nott smiled at them, to show that it was all fine. Harry knew that smile, he’d worn it as often as he could for several years.
“It’s not fair, I know, but we will sort this,” he said. “You won’t be stuck here for long.”
“I know.” Nott kept his smile up. “And I have Mister Muffles to keep me company.”
The small, fluffy dog wagged his tail and licked Nott’s shoe to show that he was very happy with the arrangement, and if anyone had any bits of dried meat on their person, he would be willing to help them out with their disposal.
“And you’ll come and visit, yeah? Keep me in the loop?”
“Of course we will,” said Luna. “Whenever it’s safe.”
Harry showed him how television worked, and the microwave, which fascinated Luna, assured him that it would be fine to use magic to do the dishes providing he kept it at a reasonable level so as not to blow the electronics. They left him channel flicking and dealing with Mister Muffle’s demands for tummy scratches
And then this bit was deemed too flippant for Draco while plotting with Harry at Ron's:
“I’m trying to get our evening back, even if it has to be tomorrow night. Which is the start of a weekend, so that would work out well. If I turn myself in at the Ministry in the morning as a hero of the Auror office, my bet’s on all the charges against me disappearing. Otherwise it will be hiding out with Blaise, listening to Finch Fletchley blather on about horses and having Blaise wee in my shoes to teach me never to speak without thinking in front of the press.”
You will get some original ones very soon, but I wanted you to have these because I was so full of love and glee for your comment and rec, both of which made me grin like a drunk lorrikeet!