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alisanneSo here's my response to that WsIP meme that everyone's doing.
When you see this, share 3lines paragraphs (or more ;)) from each of 3 WIPs.
I honestly don't know if I'll ever finish these. *shrugs*
There are days Peter misses being at Hogwarts. He doesn’t miss being a Weasley familiar, but he’d grown accustomed to being a rat, so adjusting to being human most of the time is, well, odd. Not to mention the loss of his arm. Not that he says out loud that he may regret his sacrifice, but, at times, late at night when he’s alone, he does.
He’s careful never to think about that too much, however, since he’s pretty sure the Dark Lord has only replaced his hand in order to have one more way of spying on him. The Dark Lord does not tolerate disloyalty in any form.
When they move into Malfoy Manor, Peter is overcome with the desire to explore. The place is huge and there are so many nooks and crannies. His rat nature, which is never too far from the surface, is sorely tempted until, finally, one night, he gives in.
“You would be doing me a such a big favour, Oliver.” Fleur bats her eyelashes at him. “I simply do not ‘ave the time to show my baby sister ‘ow to fly, and she is so upset. You should have seen her face! I need someone to take care of her, teach her, and I am so busy, especially with zee Triwizard reunion and all zee arrangement I must make for zee anniversary events--”
Oliver sighs. “All right. But it can only be for a few days. I have to get back by next week.”
“Of course, of course.” Fleur leans up, kissing his cheek. “I am so grateful.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Shaking his head, Oliver watches her waddle off to wrap some other poor sucker around her finger. Being pregnant has only made her more beautiful.
Hermione scanned the lunch room, finally locating Ginny, who waved. After waving back, Hermione hurried over, smiling as she saw Ginny had already managed to purloin a coveted private booth. “I had to fight off three Aurors and an Unspeakable,” she said as Hermione slid into the booth across from her. “And Merlin only knows if I’ll have a desk when I get back to my office. Unspeakable Grant looked miffed.”
“Ingenious. Although which of them would dare mess with you?” Hermione said.
Ginny grinned. “It is good to be the Minister’s daughter,” she admitted.
“Not to mention Undersecretary to the Department of Mysteries,” Hermione murmured.
“That’s useful, too, yes.” Ginny bit into her sandwich. “If he bothers me too much I’ll give him a crap assignment. Merlin knows there are enough of them.”
Hermione hummed, only half listening, her attention captured by a glimpse of white-blond hair by the door.
“...thought I’d adopt a Blast-Ended Skrewt. What do you think?”
Hermione blinked. “Yes, sure...What?”
Ginny raised an eyebrow. “At last, a reaction. I thought I was going to have to invoke my brother’s name to get a rise out of you.”
Hermione huffed. “That won’t be necessary.”
Believe it or not, those are just the first 3 things in my WsIP file. *sigh* That file has over 12K words. *rolls eyes at self*
When you see this, share 3
I honestly don't know if I'll ever finish these. *shrugs*
There are days Peter misses being at Hogwarts. He doesn’t miss being a Weasley familiar, but he’d grown accustomed to being a rat, so adjusting to being human most of the time is, well, odd. Not to mention the loss of his arm. Not that he says out loud that he may regret his sacrifice, but, at times, late at night when he’s alone, he does.
He’s careful never to think about that too much, however, since he’s pretty sure the Dark Lord has only replaced his hand in order to have one more way of spying on him. The Dark Lord does not tolerate disloyalty in any form.
When they move into Malfoy Manor, Peter is overcome with the desire to explore. The place is huge and there are so many nooks and crannies. His rat nature, which is never too far from the surface, is sorely tempted until, finally, one night, he gives in.
“You would be doing me a such a big favour, Oliver.” Fleur bats her eyelashes at him. “I simply do not ‘ave the time to show my baby sister ‘ow to fly, and she is so upset. You should have seen her face! I need someone to take care of her, teach her, and I am so busy, especially with zee Triwizard reunion and all zee arrangement I must make for zee anniversary events--”
Oliver sighs. “All right. But it can only be for a few days. I have to get back by next week.”
“Of course, of course.” Fleur leans up, kissing his cheek. “I am so grateful.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Shaking his head, Oliver watches her waddle off to wrap some other poor sucker around her finger. Being pregnant has only made her more beautiful.
Hermione scanned the lunch room, finally locating Ginny, who waved. After waving back, Hermione hurried over, smiling as she saw Ginny had already managed to purloin a coveted private booth. “I had to fight off three Aurors and an Unspeakable,” she said as Hermione slid into the booth across from her. “And Merlin only knows if I’ll have a desk when I get back to my office. Unspeakable Grant looked miffed.”
“Ingenious. Although which of them would dare mess with you?” Hermione said.
Ginny grinned. “It is good to be the Minister’s daughter,” she admitted.
“Not to mention Undersecretary to the Department of Mysteries,” Hermione murmured.
“That’s useful, too, yes.” Ginny bit into her sandwich. “If he bothers me too much I’ll give him a crap assignment. Merlin knows there are enough of them.”
Hermione hummed, only half listening, her attention captured by a glimpse of white-blond hair by the door.
“...thought I’d adopt a Blast-Ended Skrewt. What do you think?”
Hermione blinked. “Yes, sure...What?”
Ginny raised an eyebrow. “At last, a reaction. I thought I was going to have to invoke my brother’s name to get a rise out of you.”
Hermione huffed. “That won’t be necessary.”
Believe it or not, those are just the first 3 things in my WsIP file. *sigh* That file has over 12K words. *rolls eyes at self*
