That Doll Meme.... and then some!
Aug. 10th, 2005 02:24 amExcerpt from a shameless old Mary Sue Potterverse WIP:
Call me the little sister you’ve never had (or probably did). Or the den mother from hell. Or even, God help us all, one of the boys. That’s me, J. Isabel O’Connor, Sorceress and occasional Warrior for the Light. My best friend is a Revenant Prince with an unholy sense of humor and I’m the Wendy to a host of Lost Boys each with their own silent tragedies and reasons to angst and brood for several centuries (counting reincarnations in other lives).
...It takes me a moment to focus will and intent into a single whispered word to slam my assailant against the wall. By the time I recognize who he is, I know damn well that I should have been dead by now.
“Damn it, Severus, what the fuck was that about?”
Severus Snape smirks at me and picks himself up from the ground, brushing the dust off his clothes. The annoying thing is, he’s one of those people who absolutely never loses their poise even when the wind should have been knocked out of them.
Plus, damn it, he got one up on me and he knew it and he wasn’t about to let me forget that any time soon.
“Slipping in your old age, O’Connor?” he purrs in this velvety baritone that raises an inappropriate shiver down my spine. Some vampires have a lot of tricks with their appearance, their eyes or their voices to attract their victims. Snape’s voice, however, really was that beautiful and compelling, even before he was Changed.
“You caught me at a bad time,” I say shortly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“What brings you out here in the big bad Muggle world? Shouldn’t you be off terrorizing poor widdle children in the Potions classroom?”
“It’s my day off,” he returns dryly.
“I’m sure the poor traumatized kids are spending the day lighting up candles in thanksgiving.”
Don't worry - the fic won't ever really see the light of day. I hope. *gulps*
The Potter-Snape Brood in Doll Form: (can you tell I had a wee bit too much fun with that?)
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Pretty!
Date: 2005-08-09 06:54 pm (UTC)Re: Pretty!
Date: 2005-08-10 05:59 am (UTC)http://elouai.com/doll-makers/candybar-doll-maker.php
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Date: 2005-08-09 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-10 04:08 am (UTC)You're so cute in doll form! You and Arthur share similar hair...did you get your alien DNA mixed into the Potter-Snape brood, or could you be related to Harry through a long lost great-great-grandmother?
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Date: 2005-08-10 06:01 am (UTC)Me? Arthur? Same hair?
Us related?
*shiftily looks about*
*denies that her human name is actually a variation of Katerina*
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Date: 2005-08-10 06:11 am (UTC)Any sign of that book? Or did someone shoot my owl? :-\
Love the dress on your Mary Sue! And the wings! Coolness!
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Date: 2005-08-10 07:14 am (UTC)Could you please email me the registry number of the thing and other related info so I can have it traced? Mom says it really does take forever.... but this is really too long. :(
Thankies!
P.S. Who, them? Related to Morrie? *looks shiftily about* Er.... not unless Morrie fathered some Numenoreans in Aragorn's family tree.... XP
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Date: 2005-08-10 02:36 pm (UTC)I could send Morrie to look for it, but with all the other interesting times your country has been having you probably don't need a Dark Lord (retired or not) poking through the government. :D
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:13 am (UTC)*sigh* I should know - my uncle had a card that was supposed to be sent to him and ended up in PAPUA NEW GUINEA. *whimpers*
*glomps Morrie instead*
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Date: 2005-08-11 04:41 am (UTC)New Guinea?? Wow. I only had a government paper make its way to me after first being delivered to Palau. I'm amazed the post office there even bothered to send it back my way, bless them.
Morrie: Erm... you don't *mean* anything by glomping onto my leg, do you, blue alien?
Feanor: *sweatdrops*
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Date: 2005-08-11 04:44 am (UTC)So Feanor? No need to get jealous.
*evil grin*
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Date: 2005-08-11 04:53 am (UTC)Morrie: What's with him?
Anakin and Harry in unison: M'leaving now.
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Date: 2005-08-11 05:01 am (UTC)Severus: Just keep on clinging to the Dark Lord, furry blue alien bint. I'm enjoying the Elf's discomfiture.
Morrie: *is bemused*
Feanor: OI!
Harry: Oh, bloody hell.... *faceplams*
Anakin: Should we hide under the bed at this point?
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Date: 2005-08-11 05:15 am (UTC)Morrie: She's not hurting me, calm down. ::Walks across to the piano, dragging Stitch rather like a ball and chain.::
Feanor: I AM PERFECTLY CALM!!!!
Morrie: Right. So, let's play Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, we've a gig later tonight.
Feanor: ::produces a noise like a sick oliphaunt on his cornet::
Harry to Anakin: Nope, the bed is too close, we'd best head off to Hogwarts.
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Date: 2005-08-11 06:46 am (UTC)Stitch: *climbs up to Morrie's head and clings there like a furry hat* *purrs happily and scritches her favorite Dark Lord very carefully*
Feanor: *fumes*
Harry & Anakin: *run for Hogwarts*
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Date: 2005-08-10 02:45 pm (UTC)Aragorn: My forefathers were all Numenorean.
Morrie (whispers): Yeah, but your Mom got help from a Nazgul.
Aragorn: What are you muttering about back there?
Morrie: Nothing, have a latte.