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essayelTime for another update!!
Paul's sister, silly moo - yes, I know it's not nice but I think I'm justified under the circumstances - is out of hospital, thank god, but is not feeding herself properly! This is bad news for diabetics so at lunchtime today I went round and force fed her a meat and potato pasty - hey, Sally the nurse! My bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired but "Eat that now, dammit" seemed quite effective. Tomorrow I'm taking her out somewhere - not sure where yet but somewhere where I can get some food into her in a hurry if it looks like I need to!
I'm writing bits and pieces to Dogs of War but can't settle properly to a narrative. Instead I have found myself writing about five separate tales that fill in bits of back story. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
metallumai I now have some kind of time frame to work within. For anyone who is interested here are some snippets.
“You want me to WHAT?”
Lucius Malfoy raised an eyebrow and speared another devilled kidney. “I thought I made myself quite plain, Draco,” he said and took the steaming morsel from his fork with a snap of his white teeth.
“Sorry, Father,” Draco set the coffee pot back on the sideboard carefully, it wouldn’t do to spill any on the fine mahogany veneer of the piece; house elves were just hopeless at French polishing. “I heard what you said and I apologise for raising my voice, it’s just that I was a little startled.
He stopped suddenly, his breathing a little hurried and gave them all a tremulous smile. “Remind me again whose idea this was, please.”
“Yours, Moony,” Sirius answered with a grin, but it was an affectionate grin and, when Remus didn’t return it, he released Harry and stepped across to his friend and rested his hands on his shoulders. “Cheer up,” he ordered. “We’ll know one way or the other by dawn. If they buy it, fine. If they don’t, we’re no worse off than we are this moment.”
Remus looked at the ground and drew a shuddering breath then stepped forward, dropping his head to press his forehead to Sirius cheek and Sirius wrapped his arms around his shoulders, one large hand raising to ruffle Remus’ white-streaked hair.
“Moony,” Sirius said. “There’s a time and a place for everything and, with an hour and a half to moonrise, this is no time for a cuddle. Look, you’re shocking Harry. Keep this up and he’ll think there’s something in the rumours.”
“That’s the least of my worries,” Remus voice was rather muffled. “Sorry, Harry.”
“Councilman Elliott, will you please describe for us what you witnessed in 1981, the questions that the prisoner, Black, was asked at his initial examination and his responses to them, if any.”
Elliott straightened in his chair bracing his hands on the bars and closed his eyes.
“When I entered the room,” he said, “the first person I saw was Councilman Fudge. He had his handkerchief over his mouth and was sweating. Three Aurors were present, I was not given their names at the time though I came to know them later. All three have since died. Tribune Moody was there as well and the prisoner was lying on the floor. As I entered they moved away from him. Medi-wizard Ventris had accompanied me into the room and checked the prisoner at Tribune Moody’s request. Ventris warned that the prisoner was close to total collapse and that, if they wanted to get any information out of him, they should use the truth serum that was then available and that they probably should restrict the questions to those most vital.”
Chandra held up a hand to halt Elliott’s description. “May the record show that the medical report lodged by Medi-wizard Ventris confirms Councilman Elliott’s recollections up to this point in every respect. It also states that, at that time, the prisoner was bleeding heavily from the nose and mouth, was breathing badly due to cracked ribs and had a partial dislocation of the left shoulder.”
"Decisions, decisions," Hermione murmured. She held both sets of underwear up in front of her and struck a pose in front of the mirror. "Oh, I don't know. The pink ones are so pretty but the blue goes better with my skin colour. "What do you think?"
Auntie Dot turned away from her fruitless quest for an attractive E cup and grinned. "What are you at girl? Try these." She whipped another set - bra, knickers and camisole off the hook and thrust it under Hermione's chin. "Crimson silk - makes you feel really good. Nobody'll see 'em but you'll know they're there. At least," she rolled an eye, "I assume nobody'll see them."
Hermione laughed and looked in the mirror again - crimson did look good on her and the little bits of gold embroidery made them ever so Gryffindor! She had just drawn breath to agree when she saw him - no more than a glimpse but even so there could be no mistaking the stocky figure making his way across the shop floor towards the Gentleman's Outfitters.
Hermione spn on her heel and stared. The last person she had expected to see in the Gloucester branch of John Lewis's was Peter Pettigrew.
This came as a bit of a shock actually - I thought I'd entered the Hufflepuff answers - just goes to show.
RAVENCLAW!
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Paul's sister, silly moo - yes, I know it's not nice but I think I'm justified under the circumstances - is out of hospital, thank god, but is not feeding herself properly! This is bad news for diabetics so at lunchtime today I went round and force fed her a meat and potato pasty - hey, Sally the nurse! My bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired but "Eat that now, dammit" seemed quite effective. Tomorrow I'm taking her out somewhere - not sure where yet but somewhere where I can get some food into her in a hurry if it looks like I need to!
I'm writing bits and pieces to Dogs of War but can't settle properly to a narrative. Instead I have found myself writing about five separate tales that fill in bits of back story. Thanks to
metallumai I now have some kind of time frame to work within. For anyone who is interested here are some snippets. “You want me to WHAT?”
Lucius Malfoy raised an eyebrow and speared another devilled kidney. “I thought I made myself quite plain, Draco,” he said and took the steaming morsel from his fork with a snap of his white teeth.
“Sorry, Father,” Draco set the coffee pot back on the sideboard carefully, it wouldn’t do to spill any on the fine mahogany veneer of the piece; house elves were just hopeless at French polishing. “I heard what you said and I apologise for raising my voice, it’s just that I was a little startled.
He stopped suddenly, his breathing a little hurried and gave them all a tremulous smile. “Remind me again whose idea this was, please.”
“Yours, Moony,” Sirius answered with a grin, but it was an affectionate grin and, when Remus didn’t return it, he released Harry and stepped across to his friend and rested his hands on his shoulders. “Cheer up,” he ordered. “We’ll know one way or the other by dawn. If they buy it, fine. If they don’t, we’re no worse off than we are this moment.”
Remus looked at the ground and drew a shuddering breath then stepped forward, dropping his head to press his forehead to Sirius cheek and Sirius wrapped his arms around his shoulders, one large hand raising to ruffle Remus’ white-streaked hair.
“Moony,” Sirius said. “There’s a time and a place for everything and, with an hour and a half to moonrise, this is no time for a cuddle. Look, you’re shocking Harry. Keep this up and he’ll think there’s something in the rumours.”
“That’s the least of my worries,” Remus voice was rather muffled. “Sorry, Harry.”
“Councilman Elliott, will you please describe for us what you witnessed in 1981, the questions that the prisoner, Black, was asked at his initial examination and his responses to them, if any.”
Elliott straightened in his chair bracing his hands on the bars and closed his eyes.
“When I entered the room,” he said, “the first person I saw was Councilman Fudge. He had his handkerchief over his mouth and was sweating. Three Aurors were present, I was not given their names at the time though I came to know them later. All three have since died. Tribune Moody was there as well and the prisoner was lying on the floor. As I entered they moved away from him. Medi-wizard Ventris had accompanied me into the room and checked the prisoner at Tribune Moody’s request. Ventris warned that the prisoner was close to total collapse and that, if they wanted to get any information out of him, they should use the truth serum that was then available and that they probably should restrict the questions to those most vital.”
Chandra held up a hand to halt Elliott’s description. “May the record show that the medical report lodged by Medi-wizard Ventris confirms Councilman Elliott’s recollections up to this point in every respect. It also states that, at that time, the prisoner was bleeding heavily from the nose and mouth, was breathing badly due to cracked ribs and had a partial dislocation of the left shoulder.”
"Decisions, decisions," Hermione murmured. She held both sets of underwear up in front of her and struck a pose in front of the mirror. "Oh, I don't know. The pink ones are so pretty but the blue goes better with my skin colour. "What do you think?"
Auntie Dot turned away from her fruitless quest for an attractive E cup and grinned. "What are you at girl? Try these." She whipped another set - bra, knickers and camisole off the hook and thrust it under Hermione's chin. "Crimson silk - makes you feel really good. Nobody'll see 'em but you'll know they're there. At least," she rolled an eye, "I assume nobody'll see them."
Hermione laughed and looked in the mirror again - crimson did look good on her and the little bits of gold embroidery made them ever so Gryffindor! She had just drawn breath to agree when she saw him - no more than a glimpse but even so there could be no mistaking the stocky figure making his way across the shop floor towards the Gentleman's Outfitters.
Hermione spn on her heel and stared. The last person she had expected to see in the Gloucester branch of John Lewis's was Peter Pettigrew.
This came as a bit of a shock actually - I thought I'd entered the Hufflepuff answers - just goes to show.
RAVENCLAW!
The Ultimate Sorting Hat Quiz
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Date: 2003-11-06 09:22 pm (UTC)Love the snippet with Hermione BTW. :)
Devilled kidneys
Date: 2003-11-06 09:41 pm (UTC)(And I was sorted in Slytherin, yayyy. Now unleash the Legate from Hades!)
Re: Devilled kidneys
Date: 2003-11-07 07:50 am (UTC)The Lucius and Draco bit would be September 1998.
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Date: 2003-11-06 11:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-07 07:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-07 11:11 am (UTC)