Author's Notes: The muse strikes again...but this time, it's been listening to Jesus Christ Superstar. That part can be blamed on severa. These drabbles can be blamed only on my own imagination. The characters and situations, though, can be blamed on JKRowling, may she always be blessed with many muses.
Spoilers: PoA. If I ever write something that doesn't spoil PoA, let me know.
Feedback: Well, I wrote these to get me out of my huge chunk of writer's block, but I'm posting them now, so obviously I want opinions. There are some problems with them that I think have to do mostly with the format. In other words: lemme know, good and bad, please. ;)
1: Damned For All Time
Remus remembered them singing. They had done that a lot; one person would start off, the next would continue, and before long they were reenacting entire Muggle musicals.
Christ! I'd sell out the nation;
For I have been saddled
with the murder of you
Sirius played a wonderful Judas; with his leather jacket, he looked the part of a disgruntled revolutionary. And he died so dramatically; they could hardly ever keep straight faces for the entire "Poor Judas" chorus. But his anger was stunningly real, too, and no one ever really knew where that came from.
Who would have thought?
2: Blood Money
Peter sat at his desk, head in hands, and stared at the letter before him.
We appreciate your loyalty.
Loyalty? He was betraying his loyalties for this. He didn't want to, of course. But he had to. Anyone could see that.
...300 Galleons will be deposited...
He wasn't doing it for the money, though. It was so much more than that.
...and for now, as a vote of our confidence in you -
Thirty silver Sickles, atop the note. He knew what that was.
Blood money.
Peter slipped the coins into his pocket and the note into the fire before leaving.
Fin
