It's been a while, dear readers. In fact, it's been exactly five years and eleven months since I last uploaded something onto this lovely website. I could blame it on four years of university and a job, but that wouldn't be fair to them. To celebrate my return to fanfiction, I have been working on another story. This fully completed (you heard me: completed) story will be published on July 25th, 2012, in honor of my sad six-year hiatus from the fun.
Below you will find a short vignette that came of a writing exercise during one of my courses. Let's call it an appetizer, of sorts.
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She sat at the kitchen table, waiting for her father to finish pulling the muffins from the oven. Despite his braggadocios antics, Da was what polite folk would call "cooking-impaired". It didn't help that his taste buds were as dead as Dumbledore and he ate like a goat, with no filter of what went into his system.
"It's ready!" he trilled happily, adjusting his newly purchased "Best Cook in the Wizarding World" apron. Her brother, a small dark boy with a permanent scowl, approached the bulging muffins with lupine curiosity, circling, sniffing, poking. She thought this a wise tactic, but wiser still are those who wait. Her brother eventually gave into his hunger and snatched one from the table. After the expected "ooh, aaah! Hot!" game of hot muffin, she watched as he delicately peeled the sleeve off from the strikingly green breakfast pastry. Da watched too, their expressions mirroring only in their anticipation. She, in anticipation of an impromptu healing spell, and Da, in anticipation for his next grrrrrrreatest invention.
Her brother sniffed once more, and then with the front of his teeth, carefully nipped off part of the muffin top.
At the funeral, as the line of well-wishers passed to give their condolences for "such a terribly shocking loss", she couldn't help but express some sort of gratitude that she hadn't eaten that deadly muffin. Who would have known that mixing avocado and rare imported African spider legs could result in a macabre and –she would never admit it—funny death? That her brother would have danced all seven of the muggle River dances in numeric order, just for kicks and giggles, and that combination of moves in addition to the muffin, would cause an eruption of all his organs simultaneously? They say the end was immediate. Da forgave himself only after baking some more questionable goods. Of course, she had let her younger sister try them first.
After all, wiser still are those who wait.
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You know what to do, lovelies. It's good to be back.