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Here we go again...
That would be right.
Apparantly one of these days someone is going to kill me and I'm not going to like it.
Then again, the Weasly family's standard of normality and the rest of the worlds standard of normality are two very different things.
Common Decency is overrated.
Albus looked momentarily at a loss “what the devil do you want me to do?”
It's inevitable Princess
“Kindly masticate with your mouth closed Mr Potter,” she said primly before continuing up to the teachers table.
Malfoy chuckled “speak of the devil...”
She’s a saucy minx that Moaning Myrtle.
Hugo looked sheepish “I will not train the Gryffindor first years for warfare and use them as my own personal hit squad and then pit them against the Slytherin first years in an epic battle and take bets on the winner because it's taste-less, tacky, and not a good money-making strategy?”
James snorted “what bloke was stupid enough to date her? Poor Sod... dating Lauren Higgins is like trying to claim one of the schools communal broomsticks. You think it's yours but every time you turn your back some random bloke is riding it.”
Boys Don't tend to like girls who stalk them...
“In fairness” observed Lucy thoughtfully “a broken finger wouldn’t actually maim her given the standard of medical care in the castle means it would be perfectly set. But even if it wasn’t, maiming implies an inability to function properly due to the disrupted body part and people can function with crooked index fingers. So in answer to your question no, you didn’t just see Dom try to maim anyone.”
In Which Al finally goes mental
So while Lorcan has always seemed like the saner of the Scamander twins, this is like saying Hippogriffs make better pets than Dementors. They do, but only because on a sliding scale they’re less vicious. You still shouldn’t go and buy one.
“And as for Mr Malfoy, there are many similarities with his father, not the least of which is their appearance, but I believe he is a radically different boy for one very serious reason.”
On being alone... Again.
“Did it occur to you to keep trying?” she sobbed, “I never, ever give up on you when you mess up Dom! And you mess up often, and royally! And I’m supposed to be perfect, and good, and in the background supporting everyone else! And he makes me feel like I might just be the starring role in my own life after all! And so you know what? I lied. I lied Dom! But I was going to tell you all, because I realised something when I visited him in hospital wing! The more I love my decisions the less I need you, or anyone else, to approve them!”
Loyalty: It's a Gryffindor thing
“We’re making a point,” Said Roxie calmly, “They started this nonsense, we told them we were saving you a spot and they could like it or lump it.”
The Magnanimous congratulations of Mr James Potter II.
In which Frisson becomes a verb
“Fadoobadahs!” I repeated desperately, “Are the saggy skin under middle aged women’s upper arms that look a bit like wings.”
A constructive discussion free from the prejudice and misconception fostered by secrecy
Hugo, ignoring all of us, strode purposefully towards the garden shed.
The list returns
Thus, we were all sitting in the Halloween feast when James, seated on his fastball machine which was being carried by four traumatised looking elves arrived in the feast and began firing off bludgers at random cackling hysterically at the destruction as everyone dived beneath tables and ran for their lives while he sat loudly shrieking “I am the Lizard Queen.”
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