INTERLUDE IN D FLAT
"So . . . when are you writing the next chapter?"
The Author sighed. "Go away, Malfoy. I'm studying for exams."
"Studying?" Malfoy stared over her shoulder at the computer screen. " 'orchids or else: did u get my email?' That's not schoolwork, that's AOL Instant Messenger."
"I'm taking a little break."
"Right." He watched the Author's busily tapping fingers for a few seconds. "So. Which one are you?"
"What? Oh, I'm Bouncing Weezle." She tried to hide a small smile.
"That's not funny, you know."
"Sure it is."
"No. It's not."
"Of course it is. 'Bouncing Weezle' combines two of my favorite things - Harry Potter and Weezer."
"Don't you mean 'Draco Malfoy and Weezer'?"
"Stuff it, you."
"Pa-a-a-a, a-a-ain, you know I'm right, you know I'm ri-ight . . ."
The Author clapped both hands over her ears in distress. "Stop it! I don't know why I ever lent you my CDs. Draco Malfoy singing Nirvana? Somehow I just don't think that was what J.K. Rowling had intended; it's just CREEPY."
He smirked. "You know you love me."
"Yeah. Right."
"Everyone knows Riley's practically a Mary Sue . . . and you DID make me snog her last chapter . . ." He grinned at her. "Again, you KNOW you love me."
"Get back in your shoebox."
"I think not." Cheekily, he sat down on her lap and began to read the conversation in her AIM pop-up window. She shoved him to the ground.
"Malfoy, I swear . . . if I didn't like you so much, I would've killed you off long ago."
"If you liked me more, I'd be truly afraid."
"Shut up!"
Malfoy grabbed her ankles from his sitting position and refused to let go. The Author was clearly not pleased.
"Unhand me NOW, Draco Malfoy, or you'll be lucky if you're snogging Argus Filch next chapter."
"On second thought . . ." Malfoy scooted uneasily away towards the shoebox the Author had been keeping him in since the beginning of the story. As always, the Author was amazed to see him manage to tumble into the shoebox as if he were six inches tall, instead of six feet.
"Hate it when he does that," she muttered to herself, as she brought up the Word document she'd been working on before her rude interruption.
It read:
My dear Readers,
I would like to apologize for my neglect of my stories and of you. During the past few months, it has become difficult for me to spend as much time writing as I would like. Studying and my work at the theater have taken priority; however, over the holidays I hope to devote more time to my posts on FFNet, FictionAlley, and other fine webhosts.
Thank you so much for your patience. If you have any questions/ideas/comments/concerns/random song lyrics you'd like to send me, my email address is intellectualdirtbag@yahoo.com, and my AIM is (as Malfoy mentioned earlier), Bouncing Weezle. You can also check out my DeadJournal at www.deadjournal.com/users/blood_of_ink . I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, and I intend to have at least 3 chapters up before the first of the year.
-The Author
Satisfied, the Author uploaded it to add to Leo et Serpentia . . . which she hoped would be continued very soon.
But at that moment, Malfoy decided to play "Hash Pipe" much too loud, and she scampered off to tell him what was what.
"So . . . when are you writing the next chapter?"
The Author sighed. "Go away, Malfoy. I'm studying for exams."
"Studying?" Malfoy stared over her shoulder at the computer screen. " 'orchids or else: did u get my email?' That's not schoolwork, that's AOL Instant Messenger."
"I'm taking a little break."
"Right." He watched the Author's busily tapping fingers for a few seconds. "So. Which one are you?"
"What? Oh, I'm Bouncing Weezle." She tried to hide a small smile.
"That's not funny, you know."
"Sure it is."
"No. It's not."
"Of course it is. 'Bouncing Weezle' combines two of my favorite things - Harry Potter and Weezer."
"Don't you mean 'Draco Malfoy and Weezer'?"
"Stuff it, you."
"Pa-a-a-a, a-a-ain, you know I'm right, you know I'm ri-ight . . ."
The Author clapped both hands over her ears in distress. "Stop it! I don't know why I ever lent you my CDs. Draco Malfoy singing Nirvana? Somehow I just don't think that was what J.K. Rowling had intended; it's just CREEPY."
He smirked. "You know you love me."
"Yeah. Right."
"Everyone knows Riley's practically a Mary Sue . . . and you DID make me snog her last chapter . . ." He grinned at her. "Again, you KNOW you love me."
"Get back in your shoebox."
"I think not." Cheekily, he sat down on her lap and began to read the conversation in her AIM pop-up window. She shoved him to the ground.
"Malfoy, I swear . . . if I didn't like you so much, I would've killed you off long ago."
"If you liked me more, I'd be truly afraid."
"Shut up!"
Malfoy grabbed her ankles from his sitting position and refused to let go. The Author was clearly not pleased.
"Unhand me NOW, Draco Malfoy, or you'll be lucky if you're snogging Argus Filch next chapter."
"On second thought . . ." Malfoy scooted uneasily away towards the shoebox the Author had been keeping him in since the beginning of the story. As always, the Author was amazed to see him manage to tumble into the shoebox as if he were six inches tall, instead of six feet.
"Hate it when he does that," she muttered to herself, as she brought up the Word document she'd been working on before her rude interruption.
It read:
My dear Readers,
I would like to apologize for my neglect of my stories and of you. During the past few months, it has become difficult for me to spend as much time writing as I would like. Studying and my work at the theater have taken priority; however, over the holidays I hope to devote more time to my posts on FFNet, FictionAlley, and other fine webhosts.
Thank you so much for your patience. If you have any questions/ideas/comments/concerns/random song lyrics you'd like to send me, my email address is intellectualdirtbag@yahoo.com, and my AIM is (as Malfoy mentioned earlier), Bouncing Weezle. You can also check out my DeadJournal at www.deadjournal.com/users/blood_of_ink . I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, and I intend to have at least 3 chapters up before the first of the year.
-The Author
Satisfied, the Author uploaded it to add to Leo et Serpentia . . . which she hoped would be continued very soon.
But at that moment, Malfoy decided to play "Hash Pipe" much too loud, and she scampered off to tell him what was what.