Friday, November 24
A note to Moi who will probably never read this because he/she apparently hated the other chapters: Yay! You have written my first almost-flame. (Unless you count George Washington but I think we both can agree that he suffers from an identity crisis and should be disregarded ;)It wasn't that bad of a review anyways ) But I have a problem with your review. Do not get me wrong. I truly want flames because then I can make this story better but you must learn the finer points of negative reviews.
1. You must leave your e-dress. I, L.R.P. solemnly swear that I will not swear or be mean to you. This is just a way for authors to contact you if they, especially me, are too stupid to understand what you say.
2. You have to say why you didn't like it. If you do not you are not reviewing for a reason. You are just being mean.
3. (For this author only) If you refer to me you must call me a dumb ass because in all honesty I am. You must also say something about the need for a character to be flushed down a toilet. I will give you extra smiles for creativity. Now here's yet another author's note. Much shorter I promise.
A.N. I know the last chapter kinda stunk. I'm going to try to redo all of the chapters after this
one but I probably won't because I have no patience.
WARNING, this one may be even
worse because it's midnight and I'm writing this in maroon coloured pencil while
listening to Irish drinking songs. I'm not going to post all of it at one time. I promise that the obnoxious angsty stuff will be over after this installment.
Bri sat, waiting for the day she had been dreading, with her back against the
castle.
"I have ten more hours. There must be some other way," She thought.
It was all she had thought about since the night Harry had told her what the first task was.
How could she get past a dragon? It was the worst task she could have been given. Okay,
it was bad for everybody but it was especially bad for her because she was different. She
knew one way but she didn't want to use that unless it was absolutely necessary. Most of
the time Bri could do less what other people think. This time was different though. What
would people say? She wished she had someone to talk to. She had grown quite close to
Hermione in the last few weeks but Hermione is about the most emotionally unavailable
person on the face of the Earth. It was something Hermione wouldn't understand too. It was something Bri didn't even really understand. She had shown her Care of Magical Creatures teacher at the end of the year and he freaked and started calling her Daughter of Dark and forbade her to take his class again. It was one of the few reasons she still had for wanting to stay at Hogwarts if she lived through this year. Growing up in Muggle home (or lack there of in Gabrielle's case) both girls lacked any real understanding of the politics of the wizarding world. They had never lived in fear of Dark Wizards, not knowing if your very neighbors could be trusted. They were nearly oblivious to the time when people were imprisoned for the slightest abnormality. Hermione would just scoff at Bri and tell her she was being self-conscious. But then, Hermione was a relatively normal adolescent girl and no one was going to accuse her of being a Death Eater for using her talents.
Then Bri saw a piece of paper.
"Stupid Brits", she thought, "No appreciation for the environment." She turned the paper over.
"Oh, wow, It looks almost like an age progression of Harry and me. I wonder who would have a photo like this. I'll have to show it to Dumbledore," she pocketed the photo and looked east to the horizon.
"Sun's not up yet. Maybe if I go back to bed the day won't start."
"Damn, my life is too confusing," Adam thought as he watched Bri head back to the castle in her nightshirt. He was feeling the most unusual combination of feelings: pity, anger, confusion and disgustingly enough, hormones. He just wanted to hold her and tell her it was going to be all right.
"Heck no!" he thought. There was no way he wanted to do that! He was Adam Wood. The biggest super-player the world had ever seen. And most deffinately not her. She was a bitch!
"A really, really hot bitch," he thought.
But no, she didn't deserve his trust. She was......... Ugh! He didn't know what she was. He just wasn't supposed to feel this way. His idea of a relationship was... okay so he had no idea what a relationship was. He had had girlfriends back in Romania but then again, his idea of a girlfriend, in the few short years since he had decided that girls didn't have cooties, was anyone with a relatively nice chest that would put her tongue in his mouth. And there were plenty of them, him being the good looking, clever, Quidditch player he is.
"Augh," he groaned. "It's almost 6:30. I might as well go down for breakfast."
"Bri lets gooooo... C'mon. It's the big daaay. Aren't you excited? I want to go to breakfast early so I can see Viktor Krum. I wonder if he's nervous. Are you? Don't be you'll do fine..." Lavender, who had crowned herself the fourth year sunshine mobile and was obsessed with forcing Bri to be happy, was rambling.
"Ugh," Bri thought. "My life officially sucks. Not only am I stuck in a dormitory on the day that I'm going to be eaten alive by a dragon but I went to sleep for like forty minutes and a perfectly beautiful dawn turned into slush." Bri hated slush. She always loved to be outside. She loved sun, she loved snow, she even loved rain but slush was absolutely horrid. It was depressing and gave her an ominous feeling that the rest of the day was going to be miserable.
"Augh!" This was another thing Bri hated about Lavender. It took her forever to get ready. She put on gallons of makeup and it took her years minutes to decide what to wear under her robes including a ten-hour conversation she held with herself about earrings. On the other hand Bri just pulled on a pair of jeans, a Three Portkeys Down tee shirt she had gotten when they came to The Leaky Cauldron while she was working in Madame Malkins robe shop and her choker.
" I simply don't know! Should I wear brooms or dragons?" Lavender asked, genuinely distraught.
"Dragons," Bri said. Then she thought, "If only she knew how apropos her earrings were."
"Mmm. What time is it?" groaned Hermione and Parvati in unison.
"Seven, and she still can't decide between the black shoe or the "blacker" shoe." Bri answered.
"Ooh! I haven't seen this pair in ages!" Lavender shrieked, holding up a pair of red Mary Janes.
Bri supposed they must have gone down for breakfast all together but it seemed odd. It was like she was asleep half of the day. She couldn't remember anything. She was trying too hard to think of another way to get past a dragon. She sat in History of Magic, her only class that day since classes were getting out at noon, and made a list of everything she knew about dragons: they're big. Of course she knew more than that. Her favorite subject was Care of Magical Creatures but she couldn't think. She felt like she had swallowed a lawn gnome and it was presently jumping around in her stomach. Then class was over. Then she was sitting with Harry and Hermione at lunch. Then McGonagall whisked Harry and her down to a tent near the forest.
They entered the tent; glad to see that they weren't the only ones that were petrified. Krum looked as though he would eat anyone alive if they so much as looked at him. Cedric was wringing his hands and pacing the perimeter of the tent. Fleur was turning green and trying not to lose composure and vomit. Harry and Bri went to the corner and spoke quietly.
"D'you know what you're doing?"
"Yeah, D'you?"
"Erm... maybe. I dunno."
"Oh."
"Mmm-hmm."
They were both too nervous to talk and were attempting to continue a conversation of mostly "mmms" and "ers" when Bagman came in to tell them about the task. They each drew models of dragons out of a velvet pouch. First Fleur, a Welsh green with a sign indicating that she would go second around it's neck. Then it was Krum's turn, a Chinese Fireball with a three. Cedric drew next, a Swedish Short Snout with a one.
"Good," Bri thought. "Harry told Cedric, at least now it's almost a fair fight."
Next Harry drew. "Poor kid. Looks like he's going to start chucking pies. Oh, just his luck to draw a Horntail. They're supposed to be the worst. Guess I'll be going last."
Bri put her hand into the bag and pulled it out, holding something that looked quite like a mosquito. It was smaller than the other models but it was flapping its wings extraordinarily fast. It was copper coloured with a black ridge.
"A Peruvian Vipertooth. Oh yay, I get the one with the fetish for human flesh!" Bri, always the fan of sarcasm, drawled.
Bagman informed them that their task was to get the golden egg and led Cedric out of the tent.
A note to Moi who will probably never read this because he/she apparently hated the other chapters: Yay! You have written my first almost-flame. (Unless you count George Washington but I think we both can agree that he suffers from an identity crisis and should be disregarded ;)It wasn't that bad of a review anyways ) But I have a problem with your review. Do not get me wrong. I truly want flames because then I can make this story better but you must learn the finer points of negative reviews.
1. You must leave your e-dress. I, L.R.P. solemnly swear that I will not swear or be mean to you. This is just a way for authors to contact you if they, especially me, are too stupid to understand what you say.
2. You have to say why you didn't like it. If you do not you are not reviewing for a reason. You are just being mean.
3. (For this author only) If you refer to me you must call me a dumb ass because in all honesty I am. You must also say something about the need for a character to be flushed down a toilet. I will give you extra smiles for creativity. Now here's yet another author's note. Much shorter I promise.
A.N. I know the last chapter kinda stunk. I'm going to try to redo all of the chapters after this
one but I probably won't because I have no patience.
WARNING, this one may be even
worse because it's midnight and I'm writing this in maroon coloured pencil while
listening to Irish drinking songs. I'm not going to post all of it at one time. I promise that the obnoxious angsty stuff will be over after this installment.
Bri sat, waiting for the day she had been dreading, with her back against the
castle.
"I have ten more hours. There must be some other way," She thought.
It was all she had thought about since the night Harry had told her what the first task was.
How could she get past a dragon? It was the worst task she could have been given. Okay,
it was bad for everybody but it was especially bad for her because she was different. She
knew one way but she didn't want to use that unless it was absolutely necessary. Most of
the time Bri could do less what other people think. This time was different though. What
would people say? She wished she had someone to talk to. She had grown quite close to
Hermione in the last few weeks but Hermione is about the most emotionally unavailable
person on the face of the Earth. It was something Hermione wouldn't understand too. It was something Bri didn't even really understand. She had shown her Care of Magical Creatures teacher at the end of the year and he freaked and started calling her Daughter of Dark and forbade her to take his class again. It was one of the few reasons she still had for wanting to stay at Hogwarts if she lived through this year. Growing up in Muggle home (or lack there of in Gabrielle's case) both girls lacked any real understanding of the politics of the wizarding world. They had never lived in fear of Dark Wizards, not knowing if your very neighbors could be trusted. They were nearly oblivious to the time when people were imprisoned for the slightest abnormality. Hermione would just scoff at Bri and tell her she was being self-conscious. But then, Hermione was a relatively normal adolescent girl and no one was going to accuse her of being a Death Eater for using her talents.
Then Bri saw a piece of paper.
"Stupid Brits", she thought, "No appreciation for the environment." She turned the paper over.
"Oh, wow, It looks almost like an age progression of Harry and me. I wonder who would have a photo like this. I'll have to show it to Dumbledore," she pocketed the photo and looked east to the horizon.
"Sun's not up yet. Maybe if I go back to bed the day won't start."
"Damn, my life is too confusing," Adam thought as he watched Bri head back to the castle in her nightshirt. He was feeling the most unusual combination of feelings: pity, anger, confusion and disgustingly enough, hormones. He just wanted to hold her and tell her it was going to be all right.
"Heck no!" he thought. There was no way he wanted to do that! He was Adam Wood. The biggest super-player the world had ever seen. And most deffinately not her. She was a bitch!
"A really, really hot bitch," he thought.
But no, she didn't deserve his trust. She was......... Ugh! He didn't know what she was. He just wasn't supposed to feel this way. His idea of a relationship was... okay so he had no idea what a relationship was. He had had girlfriends back in Romania but then again, his idea of a girlfriend, in the few short years since he had decided that girls didn't have cooties, was anyone with a relatively nice chest that would put her tongue in his mouth. And there were plenty of them, him being the good looking, clever, Quidditch player he is.
"Augh," he groaned. "It's almost 6:30. I might as well go down for breakfast."
"Bri lets gooooo... C'mon. It's the big daaay. Aren't you excited? I want to go to breakfast early so I can see Viktor Krum. I wonder if he's nervous. Are you? Don't be you'll do fine..." Lavender, who had crowned herself the fourth year sunshine mobile and was obsessed with forcing Bri to be happy, was rambling.
"Ugh," Bri thought. "My life officially sucks. Not only am I stuck in a dormitory on the day that I'm going to be eaten alive by a dragon but I went to sleep for like forty minutes and a perfectly beautiful dawn turned into slush." Bri hated slush. She always loved to be outside. She loved sun, she loved snow, she even loved rain but slush was absolutely horrid. It was depressing and gave her an ominous feeling that the rest of the day was going to be miserable.
"Augh!" This was another thing Bri hated about Lavender. It took her forever to get ready. She put on gallons of makeup and it took her years minutes to decide what to wear under her robes including a ten-hour conversation she held with herself about earrings. On the other hand Bri just pulled on a pair of jeans, a Three Portkeys Down tee shirt she had gotten when they came to The Leaky Cauldron while she was working in Madame Malkins robe shop and her choker.
" I simply don't know! Should I wear brooms or dragons?" Lavender asked, genuinely distraught.
"Dragons," Bri said. Then she thought, "If only she knew how apropos her earrings were."
"Mmm. What time is it?" groaned Hermione and Parvati in unison.
"Seven, and she still can't decide between the black shoe or the "blacker" shoe." Bri answered.
"Ooh! I haven't seen this pair in ages!" Lavender shrieked, holding up a pair of red Mary Janes.
Bri supposed they must have gone down for breakfast all together but it seemed odd. It was like she was asleep half of the day. She couldn't remember anything. She was trying too hard to think of another way to get past a dragon. She sat in History of Magic, her only class that day since classes were getting out at noon, and made a list of everything she knew about dragons: they're big. Of course she knew more than that. Her favorite subject was Care of Magical Creatures but she couldn't think. She felt like she had swallowed a lawn gnome and it was presently jumping around in her stomach. Then class was over. Then she was sitting with Harry and Hermione at lunch. Then McGonagall whisked Harry and her down to a tent near the forest.
They entered the tent; glad to see that they weren't the only ones that were petrified. Krum looked as though he would eat anyone alive if they so much as looked at him. Cedric was wringing his hands and pacing the perimeter of the tent. Fleur was turning green and trying not to lose composure and vomit. Harry and Bri went to the corner and spoke quietly.
"D'you know what you're doing?"
"Yeah, D'you?"
"Erm... maybe. I dunno."
"Oh."
"Mmm-hmm."
They were both too nervous to talk and were attempting to continue a conversation of mostly "mmms" and "ers" when Bagman came in to tell them about the task. They each drew models of dragons out of a velvet pouch. First Fleur, a Welsh green with a sign indicating that she would go second around it's neck. Then it was Krum's turn, a Chinese Fireball with a three. Cedric drew next, a Swedish Short Snout with a one.
"Good," Bri thought. "Harry told Cedric, at least now it's almost a fair fight."
Next Harry drew. "Poor kid. Looks like he's going to start chucking pies. Oh, just his luck to draw a Horntail. They're supposed to be the worst. Guess I'll be going last."
Bri put her hand into the bag and pulled it out, holding something that looked quite like a mosquito. It was smaller than the other models but it was flapping its wings extraordinarily fast. It was copper coloured with a black ridge.
"A Peruvian Vipertooth. Oh yay, I get the one with the fetish for human flesh!" Bri, always the fan of sarcasm, drawled.
Bagman informed them that their task was to get the golden egg and led Cedric out of the tent.