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arcanetrivia) wrote2013-01-24 01:25 am
arcanetrivia) wrote2013-01-24 01:25 am
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et_tu_lj (after gamma_x_orionis):Post a random sentence (or three whole paragraphs) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIP. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
Haha, rly? sure I will. *skeptical Severus eyebrow* Warning, some of these are very old indeed, just... not deleted yet.
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Behind the door, there was another man slouching in an old leather armchair on a landing at the top of some stairs. He was smoking a cigarette and he was neither thin nor dark; he was blond and strongly built and obviously had been hired to mean business at people.
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"You might be willing to die for a reason," Regulus continued, "but there's no way you'd increase your own suffering just out of stupidity or stubbornness. You've given yourself away by not turning me in immediately. And that means I can count on you to help me, Severus. I need you."
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Truthfully, Severus did, but he began feeling like a leech the first time he spent the night. It would have been ludicrous to try to tell Regulus it was too much expense, and in a way that made it worse. If he were a burden, at least he would be taking on an honest debt he'd have to work to pay off, which was a concept he could get his mind around.
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Regulus felt his cheeks get warm. He hated being compared to Sirius, good or ill; had hated it all his life, but especially nowadays. He was almost seventeen, damn it; sole male heir to the Black line he might be, but that didn't mean he wasn't his own person, an adult wizard in his own right.
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But take tonight's dinner, for example. Severus had been observing the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall and trying to avoid thinking about how it resembled the sky in his memory of that night, when Harroway addressed him without any preamble: "Who was she, Severus?" He hated how the man could come up with things like that without, it seemed, employing Legilimency, unless he was a greater Legilimens than the Dark Lord had been, which he could scarcely credit.
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After twenty or thirty seconds, though, he noticed that Snape's breathing didn't seem to be improving; he was still gulping air as though he had been drowning. "Are you going to be all right, Snape?" he asked. "Only I'd rather not have to deal with your corpse, you see." He took a swallow of his whiskey.
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Also, I have some WIP's I've got prompts and headers for, but have not actually started writing. In fact, out of five, I'm a little surprised that I've only got work done on two of them... ~_~
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Creating snow days was harder than some might assume. The trick was to make it sure it snowed enough to close the schools, but not so much that the kids ended up stuck inside all day. Fortunately, Jack had a lot of experience, and had made just the perfect amount of snow for the children of Burgess.
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As time wore on, Jack continued to feel lonely. But he'd come to discover there were some advantages to not being seen. He never got into trouble for the pranks he played, he could do and say what he wanted without worry, and he ended up being privy to many things that he never would have if he could be seen and heard by humans.
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Oooh... color me intrigued...
Truthfully, Severus did, but he began feeling like a leech the first time he spent the night. It would have been ludicrous to try to tell Regulus it was too much expense, and in a way that made it worse. If he were a burden, at least he would be taking on an honest debt he'd have to work to pay off, which was a concept he could get his mind around.
"Work to pay off"... Bow-chika-wow-wow?
Seriously, this one sounds interesting... (-:
Just gonna post a bit of this next one:
He hated being compared to Sirius, good or ill.
I HATE when parents compare siblings. And yes, I hated when Molly did it, too (comparing the twins to... Percy, iirc?). It's unfair (to both the "good" and "bad" sibling),it ignores the fact that siblings--even twins--are different people with different good and bad points, different strengths and weaknesses, different challenges and advantages... d-:
But take tonight's dinner, for example. Severus had been observing the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall and trying to avoid thinking about how it resembled the sky in his memory of that night, when Harroway addressed him without any preamble: "Who was she, Severus?" He hated how the man could come up with things like that without, it seemed, employing Legilimency, unless he was a greater Legilimens than the Dark Lord had been, which he could scarcely credit.
Oh, that's not good...
That isn't the same night Lily died, is it?
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That isn't the same night Lily died, is it?
That's the night being referred to, but that story is set some years later.
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#5 - raises so many questions! What night does the ceiling remind him of? Who is Harroway? Clearly they have a past, since he's come out with statements like this before. Snape doesn't like him; is he dangerous, or just a pest? They're at Hogwarts so he must be a teacher -- what does he teach? Is he the new DADE teacher, therefore pissing Snape off again for taking the job he views as rightfully his? Perhaps he's introducing a new subject that Snape hates, like Home Ec LOL! Or is he perhaps a visiting Ministry official, therefore annoying in manner of Umbridge?
#6 - Oooh, you really must finish this one. I don't know who the Snarky One is, with his whiskey and wit, but I'd like to meet him. For some reason I'm picture this one as a Sherlock crossover LOL! I can just see Holmes sitting there waiting impatiently for Snape to recover so they can get on with whatever it is they need to solve -- that's what matters, never mind pesky things like breathing. Holmes would view a dead Snape not as a tragedy, only as a time-wasting inconvenience ;)
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Yes, Severus just before this.
And why? He's being paid to sit there, but not at a door (like a bouncer) but at the top of a set of stairs...curious...
He is in fact a bouncer. The stairs start from behind the door and the club is underground. (This and the previous would have been clearer in their context.)
And who puts a squishy leather chair on a stair landing?
Large blonde bouncers? :P
Must be a freakin' huge landing...
Is it not, maybe? I was just picturing it was an area inside the door to the street, from which stairs went down, that was not a full floor.
What night does the ceiling remind him of?
Lily's death.
Who is Harroway? Clearly they have a past, since he's come out with statements like this before. Snape doesn't like him; is he dangerous, or just a pest? They're at Hogwarts so he must be a teacher -- what does he teach?
DADA flavor of the year, as you guessed. Not dangerous, and no past prior to that, just that it's only been a couple of months and he's already proved himself quite a pest in the way he asks too-perceptive questions like this. He's really only there to push Severus into the main part of the plot that story was going to have.
#6 - Oooh, you really must finish this one.
It's highly unlikely I'm going to finish any of these as I haven't published a word in a year and a half. They all just kind of sit there like undigested food. :-/ I've had that one around oh... three years by now?
I don't know who the Snarky One is, with his whiskey and wit, but I'd like to meet him.
Oh, I should probably have cropped that selection differently to include the name. It's Sirius. That fic is a Snack.