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mysduende ranted about the interview where JKR said that she did not consider Snape a hero, and requested:
Will someone puleaze write up a ficlette where Snape comes to JKR's doorstep complete with snake puncture marks on his neck, blood caked on his disheveled robes and contemptous scowl on his face? I already have the first line for a game fic writer, see? ;)
"Would you like me to do it now or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?"
"Ask and ye shall receive," said I.
(I honestly don't know where all this is coming from. Three fics -- albeit short ones -- in a week, when I have never even tried before and in fact don't consider myself to be creative at all, little say a creative writer, is very weird.)
Epitaph
"Would you like me to do it now or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?"
Long seconds passed while Jo just stared. Her eyes took in the details -- including a trail of dried blood leading from two hideous puncture wounds on the man's neck to a dark crusty splotch on the upper chest of his black robes -- but while comprehension began to dawn in her brain, she didn't seem to be able to make anything come out of her mouth.
Mental note -- ask who's at the door before you open it. Not, I suppose, that it would have stopped him...
"At a loss for words at long last, I see. Perhaps you will allow me to ghost-write something appropriate for you? Let me see... Ah, yes. 'Joanne Rowling: WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME WAS I THINKING?' That should do nicely."
Jo swallowed heavily against the wand now jabbed into her throat. Oh, bollocks. Where did he even get wind of that "hero" comment, anyway?
Snape smiled a dangerous-looking smile. "Now, would you prefer marble or granite?"
mysduende ranted about the interview where JKR said that she did not consider Snape a hero, and requested:Will someone puleaze write up a ficlette where Snape comes to JKR's doorstep complete with snake puncture marks on his neck, blood caked on his disheveled robes and contemptous scowl on his face? I already have the first line for a game fic writer, see? ;)
"Would you like me to do it now or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?"
"Ask and ye shall receive," said I.
(I honestly don't know where all this is coming from. Three fics -- albeit short ones -- in a week, when I have never even tried before and in fact don't consider myself to be creative at all, little say a creative writer, is very weird.)
Epitaph
"Would you like me to do it now or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?"
Long seconds passed while Jo just stared. Her eyes took in the details -- including a trail of dried blood leading from two hideous puncture wounds on the man's neck to a dark crusty splotch on the upper chest of his black robes -- but while comprehension began to dawn in her brain, she didn't seem to be able to make anything come out of her mouth.
Mental note -- ask who's at the door before you open it. Not, I suppose, that it would have stopped him...
"At a loss for words at long last, I see. Perhaps you will allow me to ghost-write something appropriate for you? Let me see... Ah, yes. 'Joanne Rowling: WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME WAS I THINKING?' That should do nicely."
Jo swallowed heavily against the wand now jabbed into her throat. Oh, bollocks. Where did he even get wind of that "hero" comment, anyway?
Snape smiled a dangerous-looking smile. "Now, would you prefer marble or granite?"
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