Title: The Adventures of Sary Mue
Author: Leftywrite
Rating: PG-13 for a bit a language and rude comments
Distribution: Just ff.net and my website
Summary: The inversed equation of a Mary Sue. Quite Frankly, this is going to be FUN.
~Day 1~
Day 1. Arrived at Hogwarts-me being Sary Mue, fresh exchange student from ANTARCTICA. Yes, I know, who really lives in ANTARCTICA? Well, I DO!
Noticed that there's an extremely large amount of good-looking guys here. Or perhaps that's just me, seeing as the only good-looking guy in ANTARCTICA is my cousin, and I can't exactly marry him, now. But I-what's the word? Dicot? Dihybrid? Diiiii....oh, I'll think of it sometime.
Anyhoo. Walked up to a particularly handsome one-he had very blond hair. Introduced myself. The "conversation" sort of went like this:
"HI!" (that's me)
He sort of looked at me like I was a bit of penguin doo. "Erhm....Hello"
"OOOOH! I JUST LOOOOOVE BRITISH ACCENTS!" I actually said this out loud. Best be upfront with my passions, right?
He gave me another penguin doo look. "Erhm."
"My Name's SARY MUE! What's yours????"
"Erhm....ah...excuse me, please?"
I sort of beamed at him (mother says I beam like a charm-don't know how a charm beams, though) as he ran off to the loo. Heard some terrible noises. Sort of wretching and gurgley dying sounds at the same time.
I guess you never know when diarrhea strikes.
~Later~
Here I am! Wonderful in my Hufflepuff colors. Love Black and Yellow. LOVE LOVE LOVE it. Hm. Got sorted. Sort of freaky hat told me to get a dye job on my hair. Don't know why. It's a perfectly splendid color-exact same shade as whale throw-up. Hat also told me my brains weren't worth beans and that I had a zit blossoming on my chin. Added a couple of curse words about how he was forced to sort the most awful creatures and yelled "HUFFLEPUFF" rather loudly.
While he was doing so, I looked up to see a rather greasy (but quite attractive) teacher at the High Table. I grinned at him (beam like a chaaarm!). Unfortunately, he looked rather scared of my (SUNSHINE!) smile.
Oh well. Perhaps blackened teeth are not quite "in" here.
Right after I got sorted, a boy by the name of Harry Potter collapsed dramatically on the ground with the words "MY SCAR!"
It was quite lovely. All Hamlet and Tragedy, and all. Then I realized he WASN'T acting. I rushed over to him with the freaky hat and pulled him up.
"Are you quite all right?" I whispered rather close to him
He gagged a couple of times in response.
Figures. Coffee et garlic eau de parfum aren't "in" here, either.
"Sorry," I whispered. Big Mistake. Made him gag even more.
Threw up on my blouse. Now I can say that Harry Potter Threw Up On Me.
*sigh* today, has been a marvelous day.
~End of Day 1~
AN: Like before, Please review. Please do. :) whoa-that has got to be the worst AN ever written-eh...fits the fic...REVIEW ME! :)
Author: Leftywrite
Rating: PG-13 for a bit a language and rude comments
Distribution: Just ff.net and my website
Summary: The inversed equation of a Mary Sue. Quite Frankly, this is going to be FUN.
~Day 1~
Day 1. Arrived at Hogwarts-me being Sary Mue, fresh exchange student from ANTARCTICA. Yes, I know, who really lives in ANTARCTICA? Well, I DO!
Noticed that there's an extremely large amount of good-looking guys here. Or perhaps that's just me, seeing as the only good-looking guy in ANTARCTICA is my cousin, and I can't exactly marry him, now. But I-what's the word? Dicot? Dihybrid? Diiiii....oh, I'll think of it sometime.
Anyhoo. Walked up to a particularly handsome one-he had very blond hair. Introduced myself. The "conversation" sort of went like this:
"HI!" (that's me)
He sort of looked at me like I was a bit of penguin doo. "Erhm....Hello"
"OOOOH! I JUST LOOOOOVE BRITISH ACCENTS!" I actually said this out loud. Best be upfront with my passions, right?
He gave me another penguin doo look. "Erhm."
"My Name's SARY MUE! What's yours????"
"Erhm....ah...excuse me, please?"
I sort of beamed at him (mother says I beam like a charm-don't know how a charm beams, though) as he ran off to the loo. Heard some terrible noises. Sort of wretching and gurgley dying sounds at the same time.
I guess you never know when diarrhea strikes.
~Later~
Here I am! Wonderful in my Hufflepuff colors. Love Black and Yellow. LOVE LOVE LOVE it. Hm. Got sorted. Sort of freaky hat told me to get a dye job on my hair. Don't know why. It's a perfectly splendid color-exact same shade as whale throw-up. Hat also told me my brains weren't worth beans and that I had a zit blossoming on my chin. Added a couple of curse words about how he was forced to sort the most awful creatures and yelled "HUFFLEPUFF" rather loudly.
While he was doing so, I looked up to see a rather greasy (but quite attractive) teacher at the High Table. I grinned at him (beam like a chaaarm!). Unfortunately, he looked rather scared of my (SUNSHINE!) smile.
Oh well. Perhaps blackened teeth are not quite "in" here.
Right after I got sorted, a boy by the name of Harry Potter collapsed dramatically on the ground with the words "MY SCAR!"
It was quite lovely. All Hamlet and Tragedy, and all. Then I realized he WASN'T acting. I rushed over to him with the freaky hat and pulled him up.
"Are you quite all right?" I whispered rather close to him
He gagged a couple of times in response.
Figures. Coffee et garlic eau de parfum aren't "in" here, either.
"Sorry," I whispered. Big Mistake. Made him gag even more.
Threw up on my blouse. Now I can say that Harry Potter Threw Up On Me.
*sigh* today, has been a marvelous day.
~End of Day 1~
AN: Like before, Please review. Please do. :) whoa-that has got to be the worst AN ever written-eh...fits the fic...REVIEW ME! :)