slang = Brit slang 4 scold
M nose very str8/aristocratic - S facial features?
MM/Dumbles fic:
WIKTT; she's Marauders' chick; he's tchg (MWPP). New twist on the ship.
poss. title for the Legomance troll:
"Shadows in her Heart"
(or "in MY heart" if I change it to an I-fic)
LHC: "Tight bunned mean ladies club thread"
fragment: S asks M why she no want Slughorn (teasing). "He's kinda..."
"Egg-shaped?''
"Well, yes; rotund. And I'm not really into that."
"And just what are you into?" (raises eyebrows)
"You know..."
"Robbing the cradle?"
She was torn between a smile and a scowl. "That's not the phrase I would have chosen."
fragment:
"How are you this evening?" (S)
"Fine, thank you. And you?" (M)
"Ecstatically sublime (?), thank you for inquiring."
She smiled. "Has Lily started a word-of-the-day regime?"
S smiled back. "Regime: [dictionary definition]," he recited. "In other words; yes, yes she has."
fragment (detention-type scene):
"What are you; a member of the tight-bunned mean ladies' club?" Sirius whined.
"I hope that you are referring to my hair when you say that, and not...certain--" she cleared her throat "--other parts of the anatomy."
fraggie (stuff...):
"It's starting to rain," Minerva observed, looking out the (her?) window.
"Oh, cool!" Sirius said, jumping up from his seat to get a better view. "I love the rain, and it's been ages since it rained," he said with a grin. "Well, at least ages for this part of the world."
"The rain is alright. It makes staying inside feel cozy."
"Staying inside?" Sirius said, simultaneously conveying incredulity and mischeviousness.
"Oh no you don't. I know that look."
"What look?" Sirius said, trying to look innocent but failing miserably.
"The look that says you've got something up your sleeve. In this case, probably convincing me to go outside in this weather."
"You've got it," said Sirius cheerfully.
"No way."
"Aw, c'mon. It'll be fun."
"Even if I did want to go outside, I hardly think it would be appropriate for us to be seen out there frolicking together."
fic:
Remus/Lucius. Remus knows L is Death Eater or no? Sirius does, and this leads him to tell James to make Peter Secret Keeper -- variation on SBMM epilogue. Lucius likes that Remus is a werewolf? b/c kinky or b/c dark or both? Remus thus finds (romantic) acceptance in Lucius -- the kind he could never get from the Marauders. In this fic, the author's note/summary would say something like: "And not once in this entire fic will Lucius 'drawl silkily'."
random frag for something:
"I like your robes/shirt," Lily told Sirius.
"I can't tell you how much that means to me," he replied. Lily laughed. "No really," continued Sirius, "I can't. James would castrate me."
Lily gave him an odd look. "Are you trying to say that you have feelings for me?"
SBMM:
(why S ok w/ Remus being werewolf, but not ok w/ R being gay?)
for some (humor) fic:
(a "What happened to the random characters/Where are they now" section, a la Procrastinator)
random ideas:
Truffula tree Ent drabble
Rita Skeeter fic
Sorry was mean to R & P chappie A/N
SS: R "Scerte Sogn" S/J "Why U spkg Swedish?" R "(anagram explanation)"
Filch/Umbridge
SBMM (after Slughorn's visit to M):
Minerva was unfortunate enough to run into Slughorn in the hallways. She had managed to avoid him at breakfast easily enough, due to the fact that they sat at opposite ends of the table. She had left while he was still engrossed in his eggs, excusing herself by saying she needed extra time to prepare her first lesson.
Now, she had been heading toward the toilet between lessons, when she had spotted the stout man -- nowhere near the dungeons, she might add. She suspected he had sought her out. For a brief moment, she considered ducking back around the corner, but it was too late. Horace Slughorn had seen her.
"Oho, Minerva!" Slughorn said with a fake veneer of surprise. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"Good morning, Horace. Out for a stroll around the castle?" Minerva replied cooly.
"Erm," Slughorn hesitated. "Of course! You know how stifling those dungeons can get," he added with a gratuitous wink.
"Not really, no." Minerva's tone was as dry and chilly as a glass of good champagne.
"Well, I suppose you haven't really been down there much since you were a student. Remind me, how long ago was that for you?" he finished sharply.
Minerva wondered if his mention of her age meant that he knew something about last night. "That's none of your business," she replied equally sharply. They locked eyes for
S brks silence w/ laugh/oho
blah
Dumbles has a "talk" w/ M in his office? ("he trusts her, hopes she never breaks that trust, dark X's...") OR about her treatment of Slug; respecting colleagues