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everything is sat-is-factual
Note to self: never *assume* you wrote down the room number for your final exam.
On the other hand, I think I did fairly well, which probably means I flunked, but at least I'm left in a good mood. And at least it's over. And for some reason known only to physicists, they'd pulled out the walk-in kaleidoscope. If anyone feels the urge to get me a present, they can make me a walk-in kaleidoscope.
Today marks my 6-month anniversary with Harry Potter Fanfic! How to celebrate . . how to celebrate . . .
I got my bunny for the new Blame Each Other Day. And it was the one I wanted most! About my first ever ship! Bestia really must be a Thinking Cat. In fact, I love it so much that I've a drabble-ish thing written already. This is by no means *over*; I have no idea where I'll go from here, but anyway:
Severus and Minerva slipped into breakfast late, taking the only two empty seats remaining at the staff table: the ones nearest Lockhart, of course.
Hilda Vector was the next closest; she was saying loudly to Kettleburn, with a glance back toward Lockhart, "Did you hear about the new wall-mounted foe-glass? I'd think our Defense teacher would want one-- if he can make room among all the self-portraits."
"Those two need to stop sniping and start snogging already," Minerva muttered to Severus, who barely managed to hide his snigger behind a napkin.
Lockhart looked up, his smile twinkling. "Now, now, my dear," he said, "A foe glass is all well and good, but nobody makes a better Dark Detector than Gilderoy Lockhart!"
Minerva froze with a sudden thought. "Gilderoy-- do you mean to say that your portraits serve as Dark Detectors?"
"Of course, old girl!" he said. "They report back to me-- tell me everything that goes on in my office! Wouldn't want any students using it for," he waggled his eyebrows, "illicit purposes, eh, Minnie?" he jabbed her in the ribs.
Minerva had the most peculiar expression on her face; Severus appeared to have choked on his breakfast.
"Won't be able to talk to them until after morning classes, of course," Lockhart continued, "But it's always a joy-- I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I am a dazzling conversationalist."
Severus stood up suddenly. "I have-- a-- potion. Needs checking." he said, and ran from the great hall.
Minerva buried her face in her hands.
I s'pose it's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarimanveri's fault . . .
On the other hand, I think I did fairly well, which probably means I flunked, but at least I'm left in a good mood. And at least it's over. And for some reason known only to physicists, they'd pulled out the walk-in kaleidoscope. If anyone feels the urge to get me a present, they can make me a walk-in kaleidoscope.
Today marks my 6-month anniversary with Harry Potter Fanfic! How to celebrate . . how to celebrate . . .
I got my bunny for the new Blame Each Other Day. And it was the one I wanted most! About my first ever ship! Bestia really must be a Thinking Cat. In fact, I love it so much that I've a drabble-ish thing written already. This is by no means *over*; I have no idea where I'll go from here, but anyway:
Severus and Minerva slipped into breakfast late, taking the only two empty seats remaining at the staff table: the ones nearest Lockhart, of course.
Hilda Vector was the next closest; she was saying loudly to Kettleburn, with a glance back toward Lockhart, "Did you hear about the new wall-mounted foe-glass? I'd think our Defense teacher would want one-- if he can make room among all the self-portraits."
"Those two need to stop sniping and start snogging already," Minerva muttered to Severus, who barely managed to hide his snigger behind a napkin.
Lockhart looked up, his smile twinkling. "Now, now, my dear," he said, "A foe glass is all well and good, but nobody makes a better Dark Detector than Gilderoy Lockhart!"
Minerva froze with a sudden thought. "Gilderoy-- do you mean to say that your portraits serve as Dark Detectors?"
"Of course, old girl!" he said. "They report back to me-- tell me everything that goes on in my office! Wouldn't want any students using it for," he waggled his eyebrows, "illicit purposes, eh, Minnie?" he jabbed her in the ribs.
Minerva had the most peculiar expression on her face; Severus appeared to have choked on his breakfast.
"Won't be able to talk to them until after morning classes, of course," Lockhart continued, "But it's always a joy-- I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I am a dazzling conversationalist."
Severus stood up suddenly. "I have-- a-- potion. Needs checking." he said, and ran from the great hall.
Minerva buried her face in her hands.
I s'pose it's
tarimanveri's fault . . .
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i never would have been able to do anything with that pairing -- you're awesome!
do continue, please!
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Sev/Minnie. Mmmm. The first time I saw CoS the chemistry just leapt out at me.
I think the backstory here will have to involve Quidditch. And alcohol.
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