Cloak*and*Dagger: It feels good to be back friends! I missed you all so
very, very much!!! Sadly enough though, I got distracted on my 'vacation'
and ended up starting a new fic, instead of planning this one out. But
worry not, I WILL NOT GIVE UP!!!!! And I have a general idea about what I
want to happen, so I better get cracking to make up for lost time.
Author's Response:
Dragon Die: I'm glad you like you it. (I personally think it's a piece of crap, but that's what I always say about my work.) So here is the long awaited update.
Emilia: HI!!!!!!!!!! I'm baaaack! You know what I've noticed? We have become pen pals through my fic. (Salazar missed you... a lot) Anyway onto answering your review. I swear to god you're psychic, with the whole Lucius thing, I had been toying with the idea. (I love my Lucius too. I always figured he was kinda like Draco, but a bit more human. So Lucius can make mistakes, and isn't always so properly stuck-up, like with the toast incident.) I won't tell you how she gets rid of him, but what ever it is that she does, it isn't permanent, because yes I am planning a sequel! *Happy Dance* *Cough* Right. The Jamie's father issue gets explained later, towards the end I think. So you like Tom, eh? Me too!!!!!! I love Tom, or used to, I love Salazar now, but Tommy-boy still has a place in my Heart. (You should check out the story 'I Am Lord Voldemort' by Nemesis, that's what made me a Tom fan in the first place. It's good, trust me.) "(Salazar: Literally! They rolled right out of bed, and straight onto the floor.)" You want more Salazar comments? Ok then, I shall have him stand by when I type, so he can say stuff for me to put in. So you think there is a little chemistry between Jamie and Lucius? It could work, but with the way this story is going she's going to be over run by boys. *Gets odd mental image* *Stares off into space* Huh? Sorry! Ah you like my Severus twist. Yes he went to muggle day school, but it was just because his mother wanted him out of the house for a couple hours so she would have time to repair all the broken china. Don't get me wrong, Severus isn't very attached to muggles, but more so than Lucius. Yes Tom is good, Tom is wise (That kinda sounded like a line out of Twister "The Rabbit is good, The Rabbit is wise") He does teach DADA, but sometimes a few OTHER things slip into his lessons. (I mean look, first class of the year is Slytherin, and most of them end up as Death Eaters, so take a wild guess as to what those OTHER things are.) Sorry but Mr. 'Lyther' will not be helping out with the first lesson, *Sniffle, Sniffle* but don't worry he will later! With a reviewer like you how could I not feel special? You should feel special too, because if you hadn't found this story and reviewed, it wouldn't be in existence anymore. It is here because of you! THANK YOU!!!!
Amanda: Hey Rockie! I'm back from my vacai, and at full creative force. I'm glad you like my story, but you have to stop telling me that it's great 'cause it isn't. What I need you to do is give me constructive criticism, tell me what I need to work on! Because my Beta (Danielle Altic) was kicked off line, so I want you to give me feedback, okie? OKIE!
Pearl of Wisdom #4: "Always trust God. And always build your house on high ground." ^_^'
Disclaimer: I do not own Drop Dead Fred, or Harry Potter. I do own Jamie and Kattie (who you won't be seeing much of anymore) and my interpretations of Salazar, and JKR's characters as kids, so NYAH!!!!!! (KATE TULLY QUOTE!!) (AND EMILIA QUOTE!!!)
Chapter9: The secret Admirer.
Professor Riddle's class was interesting, to say the least. The professor himself was kind of like a human version of Garfield, comically cynical, but understanding at the same time. Because the Slytherins were so few in number the class had been doubled up with the Gryffindors, who seemed none too pleased with the arrangement. Professor Riddle didn't seemed pleased either, and took every opportunity he had to take points away from them. By the end of the lesson the Gryffindors were already in the negatives, point wise.
After DADA the day went by somewhat slowly, and without much incident. Nothing happened at all really, until everyone was sitting in the common room, after dinner. The arrangement was simple; Anne, Amelie, Pix Chix, (Her real name was Pixy, but they decided to call her that instead) and Pia all sat in large arm chairs that were facing two sofas. One sofa had Crabbe and Goyle on it, (They weren't really part of the immediate gang) while the other had Severus and Lucius with Jamie right in between the two. It was quite unheard of for first years to take up most of the common room seating, but with someone like Salazar Lyther hanging around just out of sight, no one seemed that eager to tell them to move. So there they sat talking about things like teachers, where they came from, trading jokes, and such. They would have talked well into the night if it hadn't been for Mortekai, (Salazar: You remember Mortekai right? The little fuzzball with eyes.) who started walking around (Salazar: and around and around) the sofa, with something in its mouth.
"Come here Mortekai. What's this?" Jamie cooed to him when she took a piece of parchment out of his mouth. It was a letter, an odd letter. Jamie read it over twice, paling more and more by the second, until she was white and looking rather ill. Salazar, who was still hovering just out of view, noticed the sickly look, and walked over to her in concern, putting his hand on her forehead to check for fever. She quickly batted his hand away, still wanting nothing to do with him, to which he only smiled at.
Lucius, looking quite a bit concerned now as well, finally asked what everyone was dieing to know, "What did it say?" Silently Jamie handed the letter over.
It said the following:
Dearest Maiden, It has been but a day, and already I have noticed your beauty as it passes me by in the halls. I should love to get to know this charm and wonder, but I am to shy to come out and that it is I who should send such and endearing letter. I suppose I shall merely have to admire from afar, until I have enough courage to confront you personally with my never-ending wonder.
Yours Truly, The Spy.
The note was passed from hand to hand until it reached Salazar, who promptly tore it to little pieces when no one was looking. In no mood to talk everyone went off to bed, trying to comfort Jamie who know felt as though she wasn't safe going anywhere alone. Once she voiced this several of the others agreed, especially boys who felt it was their duty to make sure that she was safe. **************************************************************************** ***
The next few days were a living hell for Jamie. A note from The Spy came just about every few hours, and by the end of the week Jamie was a nervous wreck. By the weekend the letters had grown to such outrageous numbers that Jamie had collapsed, crying into Lucius's shoulder, who, over the top of her head, said to the others, especially Salazar, (Who was busy glaring at him for the moment) "We have to figure out who's sending these damned letters, so we can get him to knock it off. This is ridiculous, the bastard's sent Jamie over the edge," he was now talking as though Jamie wasn't there, and in truth she probably couldn't hear them anyway, "Did you see her at breakfast this morning? Her hands were shaking so bad it was amazing that anything made it to her mouth!"
"Truth be told," Severus added, "I've noticed that she isn't eating much anyway. It has to stop."
"Maybe a teacher could help us," Pix Chix said hopefully.
"Yeah, but which Professor should we go to? And how many would be willing to help? This isn't exactly against the rules what The Spy is doing," Anne stated.
"Look at her, Anne! She's crying for God's sake!" Lucius half yelled, while still try to gat Jamie to calm down. "We have to do SOMETHING. I don't think I could sit here anymore while this-this FREAK harasses her."
"We should go to the Head of House," Severus suggested.
And visit him they did. Once Professor Riddle saw Jamie, pale, crying, and clinging to Lucius for support, he swore up and down that he would do his best to help. He even went so far as to ask for one of the letters to see if he could match the handwriting some of the homework pages that he had collected, and then asked if they could come down in their spare time to help him. With a bit of renewed hope the gang went back to the common room to start on some homework. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Cloak*and*Dagger: Ok so that is the end of chapter 9, but I'm so nice that I'm giving you a bonus. It's called A Peak into the Journal of Salazar, or something along those lines. If you like it then I'll continue to put an entry at the end of every chapter, heck it might even get it's own run-off story area. Who knows? Well here you go!
Chapter9.5: A Peek Into Salazar's Journal. P.S. Just so you know, I always thought that Hogwarts had a laundry room, and that it wasn't the elves that did it.
'September something or other.
I am in charge of the laundry in our dorm. I like my work. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. And a feeling involvement with the rest of the dorm. And time alone without anyone else, which is also nice, sometimes.
I like sorting the clothes-lights, darks, in betweens. I like setting the dials-hot, cold, rinse, time, heat. These are choices that I can understand and make with decisive skill. I still haven't figured out the new stereo, but washers and dryers I can handle. The bell dings-you pull out the warm fluffy clothes, take them to the nearest table, sort and fold them into neat piles. I especially like it when there is lots of static electricity, and you hang sock all over your body and they will stick there. (One of my roommates caught me doing this once and gave me THAT LOOK. You can't always explain everything you do to everybody, you know.)
When I'm finished I have a sense of accomplishment. A sense of competence. I am good at doing the laundry. At least that. And it's a religious experience, you know. Water, earth, fire- polarities of wet and dry, hot and cold, dirty and clean. The great cycles-round and round-beginning and end- Alpha and Omega amen. I am in touch with the GREAT SOMETHING-OR-OTHER. For a moment life is tidy and has meaning. But then again......
The washing machine died last week. Guess I over loaded it with towels. And the load got all lumped up on one side during the spin cycle. So it did this incredible herky-jerky, lurching dance across the floor and blew itself up. I thought it was coming for me. One minute it was a living thing in the throes of a seizure, and the next minute a cold white box full of partially digested towels with froth around its mouth, because I guess I must have fed it too much soap, too. Five minutes later the dryer died as well. Like a couple of elderly folk at a nursing home who follow one another quickly in death, so closely are they entwined.
It was Saturday afternoon, and all the towels in the house were wet, and all my shorts and socks were wet, and now what? Knowing full well that if you wanted one of those repair guys you have to stay home for 36 hours straight and have your banker standing by with a certified check or else they won't set foot in your house, and I haven't got time for that. So it's the Laundromat in Hogsmeade.
Now I haven't spent a Saturday night in the Laundromat since the 50's. What you miss by not going to the Laundromats anymore are things like seeing other people's clothes and overhearing conversations you'd never hear anywhere else. I watched and old lady sort out a lot of sexy black underwear and wondered if it was hers or not. And heard a college kid explain to his friend how to get puke off a suede jacket.
Sitting there waiting, I contemplated the detergent box. I use cheer. I like the idea of a happy wash. Sitting there late at night, leaning against the dryer for warmth, I got to brooding about the meaning of life and started reading the stuff on the Cheer box. Amazing. It contains ingredients to lift dirt from our clothes, and soften water. Also, agents to protect washer parts and improve processing, small quantities of stuff to reduce wrinkling and prevent fabric yellowing, plus whiteners, colorant, and perfume. No kidding. All this for less than a nickel an ounce. It's biodegradable and works best in cold water-ecologically sound. A miracle in a box.
Sitting there watching the laundry go around in the dryer, I thought about the round world of hygiene. We've made a lot of progress, you know. We used to think disease was an act of God. Then we figured out it was a product of human ignorance, so we've been cleaning up our act-literally-ever since. We've been getting the excrement off our hands and clothes and bodies and food and houses.
If only the scientific experts could come up with something to get it out of our minds. One cup of Fixit Frizzle that will lift the dirt from our lives, soften our hardness, protect our inner parts, improve our processing, reduce our yellowing and wrinkling, improve our natural color, and make us sweet and good.
Don't try Cheer, by the way. I tasted it. It's awful. (But my tongue is clean now.)
SALAZAR SLYTHERIN ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Cloak*and*Dagger: Ok that's it for now. I might have another one up by tomorrow, who knows. Well tell me what you think!!!!! REVIEW, PLEASE!!!!!!! *Sniffle, Sob*
Author's Response:
Dragon Die: I'm glad you like you it. (I personally think it's a piece of crap, but that's what I always say about my work.) So here is the long awaited update.
Emilia: HI!!!!!!!!!! I'm baaaack! You know what I've noticed? We have become pen pals through my fic. (Salazar missed you... a lot) Anyway onto answering your review. I swear to god you're psychic, with the whole Lucius thing, I had been toying with the idea. (I love my Lucius too. I always figured he was kinda like Draco, but a bit more human. So Lucius can make mistakes, and isn't always so properly stuck-up, like with the toast incident.) I won't tell you how she gets rid of him, but what ever it is that she does, it isn't permanent, because yes I am planning a sequel! *Happy Dance* *Cough* Right. The Jamie's father issue gets explained later, towards the end I think. So you like Tom, eh? Me too!!!!!! I love Tom, or used to, I love Salazar now, but Tommy-boy still has a place in my Heart. (You should check out the story 'I Am Lord Voldemort' by Nemesis, that's what made me a Tom fan in the first place. It's good, trust me.) "(Salazar: Literally! They rolled right out of bed, and straight onto the floor.)" You want more Salazar comments? Ok then, I shall have him stand by when I type, so he can say stuff for me to put in. So you think there is a little chemistry between Jamie and Lucius? It could work, but with the way this story is going she's going to be over run by boys. *Gets odd mental image* *Stares off into space* Huh? Sorry! Ah you like my Severus twist. Yes he went to muggle day school, but it was just because his mother wanted him out of the house for a couple hours so she would have time to repair all the broken china. Don't get me wrong, Severus isn't very attached to muggles, but more so than Lucius. Yes Tom is good, Tom is wise (That kinda sounded like a line out of Twister "The Rabbit is good, The Rabbit is wise") He does teach DADA, but sometimes a few OTHER things slip into his lessons. (I mean look, first class of the year is Slytherin, and most of them end up as Death Eaters, so take a wild guess as to what those OTHER things are.) Sorry but Mr. 'Lyther' will not be helping out with the first lesson, *Sniffle, Sniffle* but don't worry he will later! With a reviewer like you how could I not feel special? You should feel special too, because if you hadn't found this story and reviewed, it wouldn't be in existence anymore. It is here because of you! THANK YOU!!!!
Amanda: Hey Rockie! I'm back from my vacai, and at full creative force. I'm glad you like my story, but you have to stop telling me that it's great 'cause it isn't. What I need you to do is give me constructive criticism, tell me what I need to work on! Because my Beta (Danielle Altic) was kicked off line, so I want you to give me feedback, okie? OKIE!
Pearl of Wisdom #4: "Always trust God. And always build your house on high ground." ^_^'
Disclaimer: I do not own Drop Dead Fred, or Harry Potter. I do own Jamie and Kattie (who you won't be seeing much of anymore) and my interpretations of Salazar, and JKR's characters as kids, so NYAH!!!!!! (KATE TULLY QUOTE!!) (AND EMILIA QUOTE!!!)
Chapter9: The secret Admirer.
Professor Riddle's class was interesting, to say the least. The professor himself was kind of like a human version of Garfield, comically cynical, but understanding at the same time. Because the Slytherins were so few in number the class had been doubled up with the Gryffindors, who seemed none too pleased with the arrangement. Professor Riddle didn't seemed pleased either, and took every opportunity he had to take points away from them. By the end of the lesson the Gryffindors were already in the negatives, point wise.
After DADA the day went by somewhat slowly, and without much incident. Nothing happened at all really, until everyone was sitting in the common room, after dinner. The arrangement was simple; Anne, Amelie, Pix Chix, (Her real name was Pixy, but they decided to call her that instead) and Pia all sat in large arm chairs that were facing two sofas. One sofa had Crabbe and Goyle on it, (They weren't really part of the immediate gang) while the other had Severus and Lucius with Jamie right in between the two. It was quite unheard of for first years to take up most of the common room seating, but with someone like Salazar Lyther hanging around just out of sight, no one seemed that eager to tell them to move. So there they sat talking about things like teachers, where they came from, trading jokes, and such. They would have talked well into the night if it hadn't been for Mortekai, (Salazar: You remember Mortekai right? The little fuzzball with eyes.) who started walking around (Salazar: and around and around) the sofa, with something in its mouth.
"Come here Mortekai. What's this?" Jamie cooed to him when she took a piece of parchment out of his mouth. It was a letter, an odd letter. Jamie read it over twice, paling more and more by the second, until she was white and looking rather ill. Salazar, who was still hovering just out of view, noticed the sickly look, and walked over to her in concern, putting his hand on her forehead to check for fever. She quickly batted his hand away, still wanting nothing to do with him, to which he only smiled at.
Lucius, looking quite a bit concerned now as well, finally asked what everyone was dieing to know, "What did it say?" Silently Jamie handed the letter over.
It said the following:
Dearest Maiden, It has been but a day, and already I have noticed your beauty as it passes me by in the halls. I should love to get to know this charm and wonder, but I am to shy to come out and that it is I who should send such and endearing letter. I suppose I shall merely have to admire from afar, until I have enough courage to confront you personally with my never-ending wonder.
Yours Truly, The Spy.
The note was passed from hand to hand until it reached Salazar, who promptly tore it to little pieces when no one was looking. In no mood to talk everyone went off to bed, trying to comfort Jamie who know felt as though she wasn't safe going anywhere alone. Once she voiced this several of the others agreed, especially boys who felt it was their duty to make sure that she was safe. **************************************************************************** ***
The next few days were a living hell for Jamie. A note from The Spy came just about every few hours, and by the end of the week Jamie was a nervous wreck. By the weekend the letters had grown to such outrageous numbers that Jamie had collapsed, crying into Lucius's shoulder, who, over the top of her head, said to the others, especially Salazar, (Who was busy glaring at him for the moment) "We have to figure out who's sending these damned letters, so we can get him to knock it off. This is ridiculous, the bastard's sent Jamie over the edge," he was now talking as though Jamie wasn't there, and in truth she probably couldn't hear them anyway, "Did you see her at breakfast this morning? Her hands were shaking so bad it was amazing that anything made it to her mouth!"
"Truth be told," Severus added, "I've noticed that she isn't eating much anyway. It has to stop."
"Maybe a teacher could help us," Pix Chix said hopefully.
"Yeah, but which Professor should we go to? And how many would be willing to help? This isn't exactly against the rules what The Spy is doing," Anne stated.
"Look at her, Anne! She's crying for God's sake!" Lucius half yelled, while still try to gat Jamie to calm down. "We have to do SOMETHING. I don't think I could sit here anymore while this-this FREAK harasses her."
"We should go to the Head of House," Severus suggested.
And visit him they did. Once Professor Riddle saw Jamie, pale, crying, and clinging to Lucius for support, he swore up and down that he would do his best to help. He even went so far as to ask for one of the letters to see if he could match the handwriting some of the homework pages that he had collected, and then asked if they could come down in their spare time to help him. With a bit of renewed hope the gang went back to the common room to start on some homework. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Cloak*and*Dagger: Ok so that is the end of chapter 9, but I'm so nice that I'm giving you a bonus. It's called A Peak into the Journal of Salazar, or something along those lines. If you like it then I'll continue to put an entry at the end of every chapter, heck it might even get it's own run-off story area. Who knows? Well here you go!
Chapter9.5: A Peek Into Salazar's Journal. P.S. Just so you know, I always thought that Hogwarts had a laundry room, and that it wasn't the elves that did it.
'September something or other.
I am in charge of the laundry in our dorm. I like my work. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. And a feeling involvement with the rest of the dorm. And time alone without anyone else, which is also nice, sometimes.
I like sorting the clothes-lights, darks, in betweens. I like setting the dials-hot, cold, rinse, time, heat. These are choices that I can understand and make with decisive skill. I still haven't figured out the new stereo, but washers and dryers I can handle. The bell dings-you pull out the warm fluffy clothes, take them to the nearest table, sort and fold them into neat piles. I especially like it when there is lots of static electricity, and you hang sock all over your body and they will stick there. (One of my roommates caught me doing this once and gave me THAT LOOK. You can't always explain everything you do to everybody, you know.)
When I'm finished I have a sense of accomplishment. A sense of competence. I am good at doing the laundry. At least that. And it's a religious experience, you know. Water, earth, fire- polarities of wet and dry, hot and cold, dirty and clean. The great cycles-round and round-beginning and end- Alpha and Omega amen. I am in touch with the GREAT SOMETHING-OR-OTHER. For a moment life is tidy and has meaning. But then again......
The washing machine died last week. Guess I over loaded it with towels. And the load got all lumped up on one side during the spin cycle. So it did this incredible herky-jerky, lurching dance across the floor and blew itself up. I thought it was coming for me. One minute it was a living thing in the throes of a seizure, and the next minute a cold white box full of partially digested towels with froth around its mouth, because I guess I must have fed it too much soap, too. Five minutes later the dryer died as well. Like a couple of elderly folk at a nursing home who follow one another quickly in death, so closely are they entwined.
It was Saturday afternoon, and all the towels in the house were wet, and all my shorts and socks were wet, and now what? Knowing full well that if you wanted one of those repair guys you have to stay home for 36 hours straight and have your banker standing by with a certified check or else they won't set foot in your house, and I haven't got time for that. So it's the Laundromat in Hogsmeade.
Now I haven't spent a Saturday night in the Laundromat since the 50's. What you miss by not going to the Laundromats anymore are things like seeing other people's clothes and overhearing conversations you'd never hear anywhere else. I watched and old lady sort out a lot of sexy black underwear and wondered if it was hers or not. And heard a college kid explain to his friend how to get puke off a suede jacket.
Sitting there waiting, I contemplated the detergent box. I use cheer. I like the idea of a happy wash. Sitting there late at night, leaning against the dryer for warmth, I got to brooding about the meaning of life and started reading the stuff on the Cheer box. Amazing. It contains ingredients to lift dirt from our clothes, and soften water. Also, agents to protect washer parts and improve processing, small quantities of stuff to reduce wrinkling and prevent fabric yellowing, plus whiteners, colorant, and perfume. No kidding. All this for less than a nickel an ounce. It's biodegradable and works best in cold water-ecologically sound. A miracle in a box.
Sitting there watching the laundry go around in the dryer, I thought about the round world of hygiene. We've made a lot of progress, you know. We used to think disease was an act of God. Then we figured out it was a product of human ignorance, so we've been cleaning up our act-literally-ever since. We've been getting the excrement off our hands and clothes and bodies and food and houses.
If only the scientific experts could come up with something to get it out of our minds. One cup of Fixit Frizzle that will lift the dirt from our lives, soften our hardness, protect our inner parts, improve our processing, reduce our yellowing and wrinkling, improve our natural color, and make us sweet and good.
Don't try Cheer, by the way. I tasted it. It's awful. (But my tongue is clean now.)
SALAZAR SLYTHERIN ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Cloak*and*Dagger: Ok that's it for now. I might have another one up by tomorrow, who knows. Well tell me what you think!!!!! REVIEW, PLEASE!!!!!!! *Sniffle, Sob*