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skoosiepantsLast entry was fun!
I love getting random facts and, somehow, amazingly, it inspired me for my Quiet One's gift-fic! I'm on a roll! And it's not remotely broody!
Of course, I can't post any bits of it here for you because that's a no-no and would ruin all the fun. However, to showcase how sucky and depressing my original concept was, I'll post a bit of that one. No essentials are given out, so the author wouldn't be able to guess it was their request fic (which it really isn't, since I'm not using any parts of it at all in the new ficcy). Am I making any sense? For some reason I feel like I'm babbling. Ah, well...
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He moved out a week before Christmas, and Hermione and Blaise had a huge row over Harry.
Millicent left for her parents’ house in Wiltshire three days later and Hermione sat dejectedly at the kitchen table, staring into a stone-cold bowl of soup. “Happy Christmas,” she whispered to herself, then sniffed and wiped her nose with a napkin, blinking rapidly to stave off tears.
She’d pasted on a smile earlier for Harry, waving him off at the train station. He was taking a break, a holiday, visiting some old friends ‘til after the new year. She’d hugged him and told him she’d be fine, even though she hadn’t seen Blaise since their fight and her head hurt and she was desperately afraid she’d be all alone on Christmas.
Which was stupid. Her mum and dad expected her bright and early Christmas morn.
Still. The soup was cold.
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On Christmas Eve, Hermione set a bottle of red out to breathe and stood at the kitchen counter, her head in her hands. She hadn’t gone shopping since Harry left and they never kept regular meals anyway, so she had to make due with a jar of peanut butter and pre-sliced swiss cheese. Take-away was too depressing to contemplate.
She tuned into a Christmas station so she could think of Harry and not Blaise. Because it was all right to love Harry. Harry would love her back.
She got drunk on an empty stomach and ended up on the cold bathroom floor, vomiting way past two, tears streaming down her cheeks and sobs caught in her raw throat.
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Aren't you glad I came up with something cheerier?
I love getting random facts and, somehow, amazingly, it inspired me for my Quiet One's gift-fic! I'm on a roll! And it's not remotely broody!
Of course, I can't post any bits of it here for you because that's a no-no and would ruin all the fun. However, to showcase how sucky and depressing my original concept was, I'll post a bit of that one. No essentials are given out, so the author wouldn't be able to guess it was their request fic (which it really isn't, since I'm not using any parts of it at all in the new ficcy). Am I making any sense? For some reason I feel like I'm babbling. Ah, well...
****
He moved out a week before Christmas, and Hermione and Blaise had a huge row over Harry.
Millicent left for her parents’ house in Wiltshire three days later and Hermione sat dejectedly at the kitchen table, staring into a stone-cold bowl of soup. “Happy Christmas,” she whispered to herself, then sniffed and wiped her nose with a napkin, blinking rapidly to stave off tears.
She’d pasted on a smile earlier for Harry, waving him off at the train station. He was taking a break, a holiday, visiting some old friends ‘til after the new year. She’d hugged him and told him she’d be fine, even though she hadn’t seen Blaise since their fight and her head hurt and she was desperately afraid she’d be all alone on Christmas.
Which was stupid. Her mum and dad expected her bright and early Christmas morn.
Still. The soup was cold.
***
On Christmas Eve, Hermione set a bottle of red out to breathe and stood at the kitchen counter, her head in her hands. She hadn’t gone shopping since Harry left and they never kept regular meals anyway, so she had to make due with a jar of peanut butter and pre-sliced swiss cheese. Take-away was too depressing to contemplate.
She tuned into a Christmas station so she could think of Harry and not Blaise. Because it was all right to love Harry. Harry would love her back.
She got drunk on an empty stomach and ended up on the cold bathroom floor, vomiting way past two, tears streaming down her cheeks and sobs caught in her raw throat.
***
Aren't you glad I came up with something cheerier?
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Date: 2004-10-07 08:11 pm (UTC)I was in love with Spot when I was a teenager. I also know every single word to every Newsies song. I know this because I just watched it about a month ago with younger family members, and they yelled at me to shut up as I sang along.
*sigh* Good times, good times. I love Spot.
And yes, I'm glad you got some good ideas. I got some for my fic exchange (finally), so hopefully I can get it done soon. I'm kinda stuck on writing "Resistance" right now though. But, I should get my Fic-exchange one shot done first. But what you had done here was good, for broody and dark. Think you'll ever finish it?
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Date: 2004-10-08 05:22 am (UTC)The whole pacing of this fic is wierd and disjointed, and really not like my style at all. But I'll probably post at least what I've already written of it once all the secret santa's are revealed. Don't know if I'll finish it though.
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Date: 2004-10-07 08:25 pm (UTC)Ooh. Spot. I bet you liked the Newsie MSTies didn't you? You know you did. Me? I've never seen Newsies. Ever.
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Date: 2004-10-08 05:24 am (UTC)Rent Newsies! You'll love it! Or, you'll hate it and wonder why you're even still talking to me. *grins*
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:07 am (UTC)*scrunches noses* I'm scared of them after reading the MSTies. *shudders* The dialect. Scary.
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-08 08:19 am (UTC)See? Anal.
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:22 am (UTC)Making out at a movie is stupid... If you didn't want to watch it, then why pay the money to go see it?
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:27 am (UTC)And I agree about the movie part. I mean, really. Why spend movie? You can make out at home, for free. You know. I think he turned me against kissing. *scrunches nose* I still don't like the act.
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:38 am (UTC)I don't have anything against kissing, except when I think too much about it. Like, during the act if I start thinking about tongues and all the grossness I start to freak myself out and just... bleh. Most guys don't know how to kiss, either. They have to be taught!
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:43 am (UTC)I hate the idea. I have some kind of phobia about it. Yeck. And I would teach them, but as I have no idea about it, I'd be a useless teacher. I'm a bit weird.
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:48 am (UTC)Of course, I saw him two years ago since his family belongs to the same church as me, and even though he's a full year younger than me, he's bald and overweight and I just cackled evilly to myself.
Dude, I'm so going to hell.
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:53 am (UTC)I think he ended up in jail. I'm assuming so, since his family moved and the boy was an idiot. Interestingly enough, he had dated one of my friends from school and I didn't even know it. They went to the same church bit different schools.
You can go to hell with me.
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Date: 2004-10-08 10:41 am (UTC)Hmmm... I think I'll need a new outfit for hell. Perhaps some kitten-heeled pumps to match.
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Date: 2004-10-08 11:14 am (UTC)*giggles* Pumps! I need a Catwoman outfit, Michelle version, of course. That whip too. For the men who dare tell me no. ;)
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Date: 2004-10-08 11:27 am (UTC)Hmmm... this look would be even more effective if I could chain up a shirtless!Rupert and walk him around like a pet.
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Date: 2004-10-08 11:32 am (UTC)You get shirtless!Rupert. I'll grab Tom (blonde hair, of course) and have him be my "whipping boy." *innocent look*
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Date: 2004-10-08 12:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-08 12:10 pm (UTC)We'll bring the carp, in case Tom tries to escape. Every attempt is another dead fish on his hands. Rupert will, of course, not be able to go anywhere. He'll be chained to the wall when not playing with him. Oh! like Pet!Angel from "The Wish." Ooh, Tom will get the same treatment. Just in case. ;)
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Date: 2004-10-08 03:02 pm (UTC)Carp. *giggle*
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Date: 2004-10-08 03:43 pm (UTC)Yep, Carp will keep him there permanently. Especially English ones.
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Date: 2004-10-10 11:28 am (UTC)We need something to keep Rupert happy if Tom has carp. Although... Tom might possibly keep Rupert happy. *grins*
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Date: 2004-10-11 11:05 am (UTC)Ooh! That's Tom's other job. If Rupert's unhappy, then a carp dies. ;)
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Date: 2004-10-11 11:11 am (UTC)*rubs hands together* We must add Rupert into our kidnapping plans. We can't wait until we're relegated to the depths of hell for chained!TomandRupert. Another ATM machine to rob, more rope to buy...
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