Let's not forget ourselves, good friend.

Wed, 07 May 2008 21:53:24 GMT

Snagged from
cah215
:

Which fandom is...

The one who seduced you and fucked you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and laughed about it: Grey's Anatomy

The old flame you don't see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp in the sheets: Seinfeld

The mysterious dark gothy one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 a.m. at weird coffeehouses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized he really was fucking crazy: Desperate Houswives

The one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor, and whom you'd still really like to fuck again although you're relieved he doesn't actually live in town: The OC (shut up!)

The steady: The Office

The alluring stranger whom you've flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with: Flight of the Conchords, My Name is Earl

The one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with but ultimately you're just good buddies 'cause the friendship is there but the chemistry ain't: Family Guy, the Simpsons

The one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool guy except it's never really gone anywhere: Andy Milaknokis

The one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at him and thinking, "Him? How the hell did he land all these cool babes?" House

The one your friend has fallen for like a ton of bricks and whom she keeps babbling to you about on the phone for hours, and you'd be happy for her except you just know it's going to end badly: Arrested Development (NEVER SHOULD HAVE ENDED, EVER. THE FACT THAT IT ENDED AT ALL HURT.)

What are your five favorite canonical friendships?
(These are in no particular order.)

1) Charlie & Hurley LOST-- They are (were--sob) like the Little Rascals of the Island.

2) Kevin & Oscar, The Office--I love the way the gang up on Angela, and how Kevin wasn't turned away by Oscar's sexuality. Win.

3) Marshall & Robin, How I Met Your Mother--There's an interesting dynamic between them I think we'll see more of in the future. Same for Lily & Barney, except we saw a great deal of when Lily and Marshall were broken up.

4) Gob & Franklin, Arrested Development-- Yeah, I'm stealing this one from you CH. These guys should be number ONE. "Franklin said a few things whitey just wasn't ready to hear." "Did you get beaten mercilessly outside a club in Torrence for that act?" "...He also said a some thing African-American-y wasn't ready to hear."

5) Betty & Daniel, Ugly Betty-- GREAT as friends, should NEVER be romantically linked.

Icons (Enchanted, Harry Potter)

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 16:05:23 GMT

I got Photoshop Elements 6 for Christmas...

Teaser:

Enchanted (9)
Ron/Hermione from Harry Potter (5)
+ 1 Misc. Harry Potter

(Keep in mind that I am a beginner!)

Enchanted:


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Ron/Hermione:


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Misc. HP:

COMMENT AND CREDIT lucie_fanfix, please! Thank you.

Resources:

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Textures

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Fonts used:

Impact (sometimes with holes filled in)
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Fanfic 100: "A Lesson in Despair"

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 22:27:43 GMT

Title: A Lesson in Despair (Broadway Fanfic 100)

Author: lucie_fanfix

Fandom: Parade

Rating: T or 15+

Characters/ Pairings: Frankie Epps/ Mary Phagan, Frankie Epps/ Iola Stoler, original characters.

Warnings: References to the murder and assault of a child.

Summary: See Frankie run. See Frankie sit. See Frankie lie.

Author’s Notes: Used the “Years” prompt in my Broadway Fanfic 100. This piece is based on Jason Robert Brown’s musical Parade.

A boy named Frankie Epps is born in the town of Marietta, Georgia in 1899. His mother held the red-faced, squealing, bundle to her chest as she gazed out her bedroom window. She imagines of the places he will go, all that she ever dreamed for herself realized in this little boy. But Frankie will never stray far beyond Marietta. Mrs. Epps dies with the newborn infant squealing in her arms.

Frankie Epps is five years old when his daddy marries Katie Ann LeRoy. Mr. Epps informs their housekeeper that she may go. The big woman scoops up Frankie and sobs into his chestnut colored hair, but he squirms to be let down. He doesn’t know that this will be the last time she will hold him. Later, when Katie forgets to sing him a lullaby, or makes him put his dog out in the yard, or smacks him for snacking before dinner, he will try to remember the housekeeper’s coffee colored skin and the smell of cherries about her and the taste of her gravy. But Frankie finds that he can’t.

Frankie Epps is ten years old when he asks his father if he can borrow a spade so that he can bury his beloved dog, Cherry. His twin half-siblings, now three years old, squawk and dance about the mound of new earth, digging in it with their chubby hands like Cherry might have if he were there. Katie makes all three children bathe in the yard. Frankie think he will die of embarrassment when nine year old Mary Phagan shows up, just as he is pulling his britches back on. She doesn’t tease, only blushes and shoves a cross made out of twigs into his hands before running away. He puts it on Cherry’s grave.

Frankie Epps is fifteen and ruled, like most teenage boys, by his own hormones. He believes that he is in love with Mary Phagan, which makes the news of her rape and murder all the more difficult to endure. He was the last person to talk to her before her death; he replays the conversation over and over in his head, torturously, until the exchange is nothing but a blur of words and looks and Mary’s sweet smile. Frankie is a witness in her trial. When he is called to the stand, he points his small, freckled finger at an innocent man and constructs a story one might find in the penny-papers and picture shows he loves so well. He forces himself to believe it, so that other might too. He tells himself that this is what Mary would have wanted.

Frankie Epps is twenty when Mr. Epps passes away. Just like the mean old cuss to die on the day before our wedding, Frankie’s fiancé, Iola Stoler remarks, just like him. Frankie puts off the funeral a day or two and then delays his honeymoon so that he can bury his father. He wears the same suit he wore to his wedding to the graveyard. That night, he dreams of his father. Slowly, the old man in his coffin becomes Mary Phagan, crumpled and broken on the concrete floor of the factory’s basement. He wakes up next to Iola, sweating and panting. Mary is haunting him.

FIN.

Learn about Parade! It's a fascinating story with great music.

Fanfic 100: Broadway

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 02:45:22 GMT

All the B-Way fanfics I can imagine.

It's gonna be a fun 100.

Broadway Fanfic 100

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

COMPLETE Fanfic: "Of Purebloods and Parties"

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 20:46:30 GMT

Title: Of Purebloods and Parties
Author: lucie_fanfix
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13 or T for mild drug use (drinking) and sexual references
Characters/Pairings: Andromeda/Ted, Bellatrix/Rodolphus, Narcissa/Lucius, Tom the Barkeeper, other cannon and non-cannon purebloods
Summary: The Black sisters are invited to the annual Pureblood Ball...it will be a night that Andromeda remembers forever.

Mr. and Mrs. Ignatius Prewett formally invite you to

The 711^th

Pureblood Ball.

Refreshments will be served and house elves will be on hand for the entirety of the evening.

“I can’t believe you chose white, Cissa. White is such a babyish color!” Bellatrix Black snarled at her youngest sister. Narcissa, who had been admiring her own reflection the mirror just moments before, gave her sister a snooty look, turning up her dainty nose. But when she turned back to the mirror, the excitement had gone from her eyes and she smoothed the dress self-consciously. Bella stood in the center of the room on a stool. House elves danced about her, carefully hemming and pinning her revealing midnight-blue gown. Occasionally they pricked themselves with needles, but they didn’t mind; better to prick your own finger than to prick the ankle of Mistress Bella.

“Well, Cissa, I think you look lovely.” Andromeda, dressed in a yellow tiered dress, wrapped her arms around her little sister’s neck and planted a kiss on the girl’s pale cheek. Over Cissa’s head, Andromeda shot Bella a nasty look, but said nothing. Why should she? Andromeda and Bella were hardly on speaking terms.

Cissa wriggled out of Andromeda’s hug, and stood in front of the mirror again. “Do you think Mother would dye my dress green if I asked her to?” Andromeda turned away from the scene unfolding in front of her, a little hurt that her little sister had shaken off her praise. Andromeda had hoped that she and Cissa might become close; Narcissa was not as cold as Bella was. But now that Cissa was on the precipice of adolescence, Andromeda felt that she was fighting a losing battle.

Bella was rifling through their mother’s jewelry box. From its depths, she extracted a heavy-looking necklace of opals and rubies and matching earrings. “What would you like, Andromeda?” Bella enquired lugubriously, addressing the middle Black sister for the first time in weeks. Cissa peered around Bella’s skirts, stoking a small pearl broach with loving fingers. The eldest sister slapped her hand away. “Stop that, Cissa! You’re much too young for jewelry. Cissa hardened her expression and replied, “Fine. I don’t care at all,” but Andromeda saw that the small girl was blinking away hurt tears.

Andromeda reached forward and plucked the large black bow from her little sister’s hair. The blonde waves fell around her shoulders. “Andromeda,” Cissa whined, “What did you do that for?”

Andromeda smiled mischievously. “Just watch.” She retied the ribbon in a jaunty bow around one shoulder of her little sister’s dress. “There!” She stood back and admired the effect. “Now your dress is white and black.” Cissa rushed forward and peered at herself in the mirror before murmuring a sound of ill-concealed delight. “Thank you, Andy,” she whispered. Andromeda was surprised to hear her sister call her “Andy”; it was a nickname that hadn’t been used since Cissa was eight, but it pleased her all the same. Andromeda returned to Bella’s side with a smile and removed a simple pair of diamond earring shaped like flowers from the jewelry box. Bella raised a carefully plucked brow.

The girls were swept into the ballroom that night by their father, their mother, Druella, trailing languidly behind.

“Mother?” Cissa reached for her mother’s bony hand, but Druella wrenched her fingers out of her daughter’s grasp. She swayed violently on the spot. Cissa stood stunned and even Cygnus, the girls’ father, stopped to glance back over his shoulder.

Andromeda took her mother’s elbow, feeling Druella’s sharp bones dig into her side and she helped her along. Druella stumbled forward, nearly tripping on the hem of her shimmering emerald dress, but she somehow managed to make it to the table where the host and hostess stood, greeting their guest. At this point, Druella stood up straight, smoothed her blonde curls and pasted on an extremely brittle smile.

“Mr. and Mrs. Prewett, may I present my daughters, Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa.” As each girl heard her name, she stepped forward and curtsied. Narcissa, who was trembling like a leaf with nerves, fumbled a little bit coming out of the bow. As she stepped back, Cygnus grasped her delicate shoulder in one of his large hands and gave it a very hard squeeze. Narcissa managed to suppress a squeak by pressing her lips tightly together, and the Prewets looked on approvingly. Andromeda felt rather sick. She and Bellatrix each stepped forward and bowed, before their parents were beckoned aside by Enjloras and Fantine Malfoy and the girls were allowed to disappear into the vast splendor of the ballroom.

Bellatrix spotted a group of children on the outskirts of the dancefloor, young Lucius Malfoy’s shining blond head visible in the center of the cluster. “Run along, Cissa, and play with Lucius and his friends.

Narcissa looked up and Belltrix with wide eyes. “Oh, Bella, don’t make me!” She pleaded. “Lucius pinches me and his friends Regulus and Grantaire are simply awful.”

Bellatrix ignored her sister’s protests. “Do my bidding, you odious child,” she snarled. With a little shove, she pointed her little sister in the direction of the other children, and Narcissa stumbled off anxiously. Andromeda watched Narcissa go before turning to Bellatrix, her feelings of anger towards her older sister overwhelming her feelings of intense pity for the small girl. “What in the world did you do that for? You know Lucius bullies Cissa! He’s a dreadful boy.”

“I care not whether the children Cissa fraternizes with are, as you say, “dreadful”, or not,” Bellatrix sneered. “All that matters is that they are pure of blood.”

Andromeda felt the heat rising to her face. “I don’t think that’s—“

“Of course it’s true!” Bellatrix growled. “And at any rate, Narcissa will be spending a lot more time with Lucius in the future.”

“What do you mean?”

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “Our parents clearly never tell you anything. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy are going to be married.”

“What?” Andromeda felt the color that had flown to her face draining from it. “But she’s only eleven years old.”

“Yes,” Bellatrix agreed, “She is eleven. The same age I was when I was engaged to Rodolphus.” She gestured to a tall, dark young man whose black eyes had a rather lecherous look to them when they fell upon Bellatrix. “Narcissa won’t actually be married, of course, until she comes of age.”

Andromeda knitted her brows. “But...I’m sixteen, and I’m not engaged to anyone.”

Bellatrix’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Of course. That’s because Mother and Father haven’t been able to betroth you to anyone.” She bent down and hissed in her sister’s ear, “Nobody wants you.”

Andromeda raced from the grand ballroom, through the foyer and out into the cobblestone street. Bellatrix’s manic laughter rang in her ears, and she thought she might throw up. Andromeda sat down on the front steps of the manor, dizzy and disoriented. The other vast London mansions that lined the street loomed over her. Their brightly lit windows glared down at her like the many eyes of her fellow purebloods.

Andromeda buried her face in her hands. She was used to her sister’s sly jabs, but this one had hit a little to close to home. It’s true, it’s true, a voice Andromeda’s head wailed. Andromeda stood slowly. She knew that she had to get out this place before her father realized she was missing. Unconsciously, she ran a hand over her back, feeling the bruises that had marred it almost constantly since she was twelve years old. Andromeda weighed her options: she could apparate, but in this emotional state, she had a higher risk of splinching herself; or she could run. Yes, running sounded good right now.

Andromeda pried off her dainty yellow slipper and scooped up her many skirts before taking off. The cobblestones were cold on her slim feet, and the wind tore at her silky brown hair and made her eyes tear up. Andromeda had never felt so alive! She ran without a thought, without a care, letting her feet take her where they might and ignoring the curious stares and shouts of people who passed her in the darkness. Finally, panting, Andromeda arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. She set her shoes down on the street and daintily stepped into them before pushing open the heavy wooden door and entering the dim room. Her eyes flitted about; where to sit? Feeling adventurous, Andromeda took a deep breath and picked a stool next to the most handsome young man in the bar, a fair-haired wizard with kind eyes, who was sipping a butterbeer and laughing heartily with the barman, Tom.

“Excuse me,” she intoned softly, “One butterbeer please.” Tom brought it to her with a smile and a friendly wink before heading down the counter to serve a witch in an emerald cloak. Andromeda sipped carefully from the glass bottle, still examining the fair boy out of the corner of her eye. The amber liquid made her feel marginally braver, and so she coughed quietly to get his attention. “Hello,” Andromeda said.

The young man looked surprised but pleased. “Hello.” Andromeda returned his warm smile, feeling foolish because she did not know what else to say to him. She was not good at talking to strangers; most people she knew, she had known since birth because they were old pureblood family friends. Luckily for Andromeda, the fair-haired wizard spoke again. “The name’s Ted Tonks,” he said, extending a hand.

Andromeda took it. “I’m Andromeda Black.”

Ted raised a eyebrow. “Black? Shouldn’t you be at the Pureblood Ball tonight?”

“How do you know about the ball?”

“Oh, the Prewetts spread the word far and wide, so that the family members they’ve disowned will feel bad,” Ted explained with a laugh. A split-second later, he looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry...Are you a disowned family member? That was a stupid thing of me to say, I’m really sorry.”

Andromeda shrugged. “Don’t be: I’m not a disowned family member,” she stated demurely. “But I’m going to be, soon,” she added, a bit more boldly.

“I’m sorry to hear it.”

“I don’t care.” She squared her shoulders. “In fact, I am glad of it.” Andromeda had never admitted that to anyone, even herself...but now she knew that it was true. The words continued to pour from her lips like a gushing river. “I will miss my little sister, Narcissa...She is not quite as cold as Bellatrix I think. Bellatrix is my—“

“Sister,” Ted finished. “I know. She has quite a...reputation around Hogwarts.”

“You go to Hogwarts?” Andromeda exclaimed, delighted. “I don’t think we’ve ever met! I wonder why?”

Ted smiled grimly. “I think I know why.” Andromeda raised an eyebrow. “I’m a Muggle-born, you see, and I think you tend to run with...well, a Pureblood crowd.” Andromeda blushed. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Ted said, taking her hand in his. “That’s just the way things are sometimes.”

Andromeda’s heart was thumping around madly in her chest. She couldn’t think of what else to say. Finally, Ted withdrew his hand, looking uncomfortable. Andromeda was both relieved and disappointed. “Anyway, as I was saying, Narcissa is a little kinder than Bella. I don’t think she’s as prejudiced towards mudbloods as our eldest sister.” A split second passed, during which Ted blinked. Then both of Andromeda’s hands flew to her face as the realization of what she had just uttered washed over her. “Oh, dear! I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I said that word! I don’t think Muggleborns are...I mean, that is...I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” She peeked out from between her fingers and caught sight of Ted, who, to her surprise, was laughing. Slowly, Andromeda lowered her hands and let loose a shy giggle, which turned into a full-bodied, pleasant laugh: one that hadn’t been heard in a long time. Her laughter only spurred on Ted’s, until they were both panting, filled with mirth at absolutely nothing. Andromeda caught sight of the clock over the bar. “It’s getting late. I probably should head back to the party.”

Ted nodded, trying to hide his displeasure at her departure. “Did you apparate here?”

“Oh, no, I ran.”

Ted looked incredulous. “You ran?” Andromeda nodded. “Well, that certainly can’t happen again. Do you want to do Side-Along apparition?”

“We could,” Andromeda wrinkled her nose, “But I don’t like it much. It makes me feel nauseous.”

“Well then the least I could do is walk you back. It’s really dark outside, and there are probably all sorts of shady characters in the streets this time of night.” Ted’s brows furrowed, and Andromeda hid her smile behind her hand. Her eyes lit upon her empty butterbeer bottle, and she realized that she had no money, but Ted was already paying for both their drinks.

“Thank you.” He smiled in reply and offered her his arm, which she took gladly.

What seemed like five minutes later, but was more like twenty, Ted and Andromeda arrived at the stately Prewett mansion. Andromeda cringed at the sounds of drunken laughter and children’s impatient squeals echoing from it. “Thanks for walking me here, Ted.”

He smiled his gentle, kind smile. “The pleasure was mine, Andromeda.” Reluctantly, she unhooked her arm from his and stared up at the large stone building so she wouldn’t have to see him dissapparate. Andromeda hated the thought of him leaving; that would make her doubt his very existence. She stared through one of the brightly lit windows and caught sight of her father, red-faced, clutching a glass of mulled mead as he roared with laughter at something Enjloras Malfoy was saying. Andromeda pictured her mother, attempting to put on lipstick, but having difficulty because her hands were shaking so badly. She imagined Bellatrix and Rodolphus, pawing each other in some stuffy closet or secret room. In her mind’s eye, Andromeda saw Narcissa, curled up in a corner of the ballroom on a hard brocade chair, inspecting the red and purple pinch marks covering her thin arms. She felt a hand on her bare shoulder, and spun around with a shriek.

“It’s just me,” said Ted softly.

“I thought you had gone.”

“I wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye.” He rubbed his hand up and down her upper arm. “Besides, you were shaking.” Andromeda fought tears. Ted looked at a loss for words for a moment before grinning half-heartedly. “May I have this dance?”

“What?” Andromeda squeaked, befuddled. “There’s no music.” But even as she said it, she heard the strains of a waltz drifting to them over the cries of a baby. She smiled as Ted sank into a clumsy bow. Andromeda curtsied, something she was all too good at. Ted took one of her small hands in his and gently placed a hand on her waist. He looked vaguely terrified and Andromeda didn’t try to conceal her delight. They began to dance; not one of the violent, difficult waltzes she was used to, nor one of the boring gavottes. It was more like swaying in time with the music.

Andromeda put her coiffed head on his shoulder and he leaned into her touch, his cheek slightly rough against hers. The music ended but they remained as they were, embracing each other to keep the cold night away, for just a moment longer.

The carriages arrived one by one. Andromeda pulled away reluctantly, flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. “I had better return before my father notices that I am gone.”

Ted nodded, examining his own reflection in his shiny shoes. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” An instant before she disappeared back into the foyer, Andromeda heard him call after her.

“Andromeda?”

She swiveled on the spot. “Yes?”

Ted blushed. “Will I see you again?”

Andromeda smiled a smile that lit up the night. “Yes.” For the first time in her life, Andromeda felt wanted.

A/N: Just some un-beta'd fluff...like most of my work. *Grins sheepishly* Please review.of pur

COMPLETE Fanfic: "Admiring Rose from Afar"

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 22:01:24 GMT

COMPLETE and posted here in full for you enjoyment!

Title: Admiring Rose from Afar

Author: lucie_fanfix

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Deathly Hallows

Characters/Pairings: Sort of Rose/Scorpius, hinted Albus/OC, some original characters

Note: Caoilifhionn is pronounced “KEE-lan”—it’s Gaelic.

Scorpius Malfoy was roused out of his daydream by a sharp blow on the shoulder from his best friend, Cullen Denning. “You doing it again, mate,” Cullen muttered out of the corner of his mouth. Blushing, Scorpius tore his gaze away from the red-headed girl seated across from him and glanced about the room covertly, adjusting his green Slytherin tie and praying that no one else had see him eying the Weasley girl.

Next to him, Olivia Denning, Cullen’s twin sister, stuck out her lower lip in an unattractive pout. “Why do you always look at her, the wretched tomboy!” Olivia shook her head, her gold curls bouncing about her round face. “Really, it’s like you’re obsessed with her or something!”

Scorpius considered Olivia’s statement. Obsessed, am I? No, “obsessed” wasn’t the word Scorpius would use. More like...curious. Scorpius had grown up hearing tales from his now-single father about Rose’s family: her mother, her father, and, especially, her uncle. In fact, when he saw Albus, James, and Rose on the platform at the beginning of first year, he’d half-expected them to have horns sprouting out of their heads, and maybe tails peeking through holes in their robes. This was not the case, and soon Scorpius tired of tangling with James, the perfect Gryffindor, and messing with Albus, a shy slip of a boy; but, somehow, Rose managed to hold his attention. As a first and second year, Scorpius had occasionally squabbled with her, and had been the victim of an occasional trick or two. But now Rose was fifteen, and a young lady had taken the place of the childish prankster. At least Scorpius had known where he stood with the mischievous girl; he didn’t exactly know how he felt about this mature young lady, intelligent, kind, and headstrong to a fault, who went as far as to occasional smile at him in the halls, though they were, of course, great rivals.

Olivia continued to toss her honey-colored locks this way and that in an attempt to catch Scorpius’s attention, but he ignored her. Unbeknownst to Scorpius, Cullen’s jealous twin was not the only one to catch him staring at Rose. Albus, also seated across from Scorpius, saw the handsome Slytherin staring at his cousin nearly ever day. Albus hadn’t told Rose; in fact, it was probably the only thing he had ever kept from her, as they were best friends...well, that and the fact that he had a massive crush on Caoilifhionn Finnigan. (Albus thought Rose might know this anyway.) Now, he was wondering if he should inform her—about Scorpius, not about Caoilifhionn (she was the most popular girl in their class). What if Scorpius attacked her in some dark, abandoned corridor somewhere? Albus shook his head, and chuckled at his own runaway imagination. Scorpius was basically a good kid, in spite of his blatant Slytherin-ness.

“What are you laughing at, Mad Hatter?” Rose teased, nudging Albus with her shoulder.

“Nothing, nothing,” Albus assured her, forgetting all about the Malfoy boy as Caoilifhionn passed his desk, the scent of flowers drifting behind her.

Scorpius was the last to exit the classroom, just behind Rose and Albus. He walked out alone, as Cullen and Olivia had raced out first, arguing about something unimportant at the top of their lungs. Rose and Albus slowly came to a stop in the hallway outside their classroom, and Scorpius did to, tucking himself into a corner, the beginnings of an idea bubbling in the confines of his mind.

“So I’ll catch you later, Rose?”

“Of course, Al. Don’t wait up, though, I might be awhile,” Rose said, tucking her text book into her school bag.

Albus scratched the back of his neck, looking vaguely uncomfortable and quickly changing the subject. “Don’t be back too late; you promised Lily you’d help her study and you know she’ll be devastated if you don’t show.”

Rose giggled. “Yes, Mum.” When Albus only rolled his eyes, she turned serious. “You can tell Lily and all her little friends that I will be there on time.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Bye! Have fun flirting with Caoilifhionn while I’m away!”

Albus shouted after her as she pranced away. “What? Hey, Rose, come back! Who told you about that? It’s not true.” Finally, he gave up, turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Scorpius however, slipped out of the corner and decided to follow her.

Right, left, right, left. Scorpius couldn’t keep track of all the turns they made or all the flights of stairs they descended as he followed Rose down to the dungeons. What is she doing down here? Scorpius wondered as he crept behind Rose, careful to keep out of sight at all times.

Finally, she stopped. Scorpius too came to a halt, lest she see him following her. Rose opened the door of a random classroom and walked inside, pulling the door shut behind her. Scorpius waited outside, crouched behind a suit of armor for five minutes...make that ten minutes. All the while, he grew vaguely disgusted with himself. What the hell am I doing? Stalking a girl down to the dugeons of the school? He was about to get up and leave, when a clear, lovely voice called out to him from behind the closed door. “Come in, Scorpius.” It was Rose.

His heart was thudding wildly. He had never been so embarrassed or horrified in his whole life, but, as if not by his own violition, Scorpius entered the abandoned classroom to face his fate like a man, rather than a rat.

Rose was sitting on a desk in the center of the classroom, staring at the sheepish Slytherin before her unabashedly. “I knew you were following me the whole time,” she said matter-of-factly, “I came down here to practice some spells my mother taught me. Not very exciting,” Rose shrugged, “So I just want to know: why did you follow me?”

Scorpius stood as still as a statue. Rose stood, looking angry now, and repeating the question: “Why did you follow me, Scorpius?”

He was about to tell her the truth (“I don’t know!”), when, suddenly, she flew at him and slapped him hard—very hard—across the face. As he crumpled against the wall in a haze of pain, confusion, and indignation, he heard Rose say, or rather, threaten, “If you ever pull a stunt like that, I’ll hex you!” She walked out, slamming the heavy wooden door behind her. Scorpius groaned. Next time, I’d better just admire from afar.

a/n: Just some fluff, un-beta'd...Please review!

Comics + Pushing Daisies =

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 22:22:35 GMT

I was inspired by abc's clever "Pushing Daisies" comic book recaps, so I made some comic-inspired PD sigs.

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Non-HP fics?

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 21:55:59 GMT

That's right...I'm going to branch out. *Gasp* There's not really much one can do, post-Book Seven without seeming trite.

My innaugural piece, just a little bit of drabble:

Title: No Sleep Tonight
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Characters/Pairing: Ned/Chuck, Digbee
Rating: PG-13 for sexual references.
Summary: Drabble. Because of Chuck, Ned can't sleep.

At first, the sawed-in-half bed situation works out very well for Chuck and Ned. Chuck never tosses and turns in the middle of the night. Ned snores softly; Chuck finds this very cute, but she'll never tell him. Digbee lays down between the two beds, and Ned and Chuck have to avoid tripping over him in the mornings. The dog is a very sound sleeper, and Chuck wonders vaguely if Digbee has always been this way, or if it is a result of being "Alive Again" for so many years.

One night, just as Ned is about to fall asleep, he hears Chuck trashing and wiggling around in her bed. "Are you alright?" He whispers, opening his eyes with difficulty and trying to see her in the dark.

Chuck goes still. "I'm fine," she hisses back, "Just a little uncomfortable." There is a beat of silence, and then, "I'm trying to take off my bra. Do you mind?" He can practically hear her blush.

Ned is wide awake. "Um, no, that's fine. I'll, uh, turn towards the wall."

"Thanks."

Ned rolls over and faces away from Chuck, slapping a hand over his eyes for good measure. Chuck resists the urge to giggle as she slips off the offending garment and pulls her tee-shirt back over her head. Oh, Chuck, she thinks to herself, You are a cruel girl.

Across the room, Ned is thinking the same thing.

Comfy at last, Chuck whispers "Goodnight" and falls asleep immediately.

But the Pie Maker lies awake for a very, very long time.

FIN.

Just some fluff. Please review!

You can find me @ PushingDaisies.TV! Username: Darling Mermaid Darling.

Sneak Peek: "Of Purebloods and Parties"

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 01:19:37 GMT

Excerpt:

Mr. and Mrs. Ignatius Prewett formally invite you to

The 711^th

Pureblood Ball.

Refreshments will be served and house elves will be on hand for the entirety of the evening.

Cissa wriggled out of Andromeda’s hug, and stood in front of the mirror again. “Do you think Mother would dye my dress green if I asked her to?” Andromeda turned away from the scene unfolding in front of her, more than at little hurt that her little sister had shaken off her praise. Andromeda had hoped that she and Cissa might become close; Narcissa was not as cold as Bella was. But now that Cissa was on the precipice of adolescence, Andromeda felt that she was fighting a losing battle.

Andromeda reached forward and plucked the large black bow from her little sister’s hair. The blonde waves fell around her shoulders. “Andromeda,” Cissa whined, “What did you do that for?”

Sneak Peek: "Real", the sequel to "Mum & Ron"

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 19:28:30 GMT

The full story should be up very soon! Here's an excerpt: Ella Krum shifted nervously from foot to foot. Family reunions are always pretty boring; but ones where almost no one speaks your language are difficult to navigate. Ella sipped her pumpkin juice punch nervously, eyes flitting from person to person. Although the reunion was being held in her own home, she had never felt more out of place. This was her father’s side of the family. Ella had never met any of them before, with the exception of her grandparents. Granted, her mother’s side wasn’t much to speak of: Hermione had been a lonely child with no cousins or sibling to speak of.

Ella snorted. She wished that she were an only child. Speaking of which, where was Ariel? The girls’ parents, Viktor and Hermione, had forced her to come down and “mingle” with the family, which proved difficult for both of the sisters.

A group of teens nearby laughed heartily together. Ella wished she could join in. Why couldn’t have Mum and Papa taught me to speak Bulgarian? She though angrily. I look ridiculous standing here by myself.

Tossing her punch in the trash, Ella meandered through the many rooms of the Krum family’s large home. She smiled politely at those who approached her, but made it clear that she could not communicate. Sure enough, the door to Ariel’s room was shut. Ella knocked and received only a grunt in reply.

“Ariel?”

“Yeah?” Ariel sounded bored, as usual.

Ella pressed her lips right up to the crack in the door so that she wouldn’t have to shout, “Please come down with me—I’m lonely.”

“Ella,” Ariel heaved a sight, “I’m kind of busy.”

Frustrated, Ella lashed out at her sister. “Busy writing another one of your angst-y stories?”

The door swung open, and Ella took a step back. “My stories,” Ariel snarled, “Are not angsty!”

“Ha!” Ella laughed mirthlessly. “Are you kidding? All your characters do is whine.”

“You little…you’re not even supposed to be reading them!”

The girls glared at each other, Ella looking much like a smaller version of Ariel. Granted, Ella’s hair and eyes were darker. Ariel’s golden-brown hair had an auburn sheen that Ella could never seem to trace back to any of their family members. She also had ice-blue eyes that Ella envied, although now you could hardly see them underneath the layers of eyeliner and mascara that Ariel coated on.