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Gentlemen, I have been suspended from SB once again for using the term "Malfoid".
They just keep doing it to numerous users.
This is getting ridiculous.
Chapter 7
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Madam Puddifoot's sat at the end of the lane, its windows already fogged from within and its pink paint bright against the greys, browns and reds of the surrounding buildings. The bell over the door gave a tuneful tinkle as Harry and Lyra stepped inside. The shop was exactly as...
Jaune Arc sat hunched over his desk in the councilman's office, the glow of multiple holoscreens casting eerie blue light across his tired face. Stacks of briefing notes for tomorrow's big debate on the Beacon Academy and Valean Defense Force funding bill surrounded him like a paper fortress...
Given Isabel's tendencies to be a mad scientist... You know, there's another means she could have saved Jaune while he was sickly.
She augmented him with cybernetics and experimental medical techniques. A fusion of man and machine. He loved grasshoppers and Knights, so she gave him a form that...
The carriages emptied in a loose scatter of students along the high street of Hogsmeade, the rustic settlement already bustling with activity. Hermione stepped down first, bag secured, and turned in time to see Harry and Lyra already moving away from the queue, hands still joined. Lyra's...
The day of the Hogsmeade visit finally came. The main courtyard was already filling when Harry reached it. Carriages stood in a loose line along the far edge, the invisible creatures hitched up to them pawing at the ground. The morning was bright and cold enough that most people had kept their...
Jaune stood in the JNPR bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror.
The tuxedo fit. That was the surprising part. It was dark, clean, and properly tailored—Isabel had insisted on having it done in Radian before the Vytal Festival—and for once he didn't look like he'd borrowed someone else's...
The dormitory was dark when Harry finally reached it, the only light a thin spill from the window where the curtains had not been fully drawn. Most of the others were already asleep. Ron's snoring rose and fell in uneven bursts from the bed nearest the window, occasionally hitching when he...
Loved it. You have a talent for making the mundane seem extraordinary with your prose and the ridiculous even moreso. Thank you for this post.
I will admit I'm a bit torn. On one hand, Book!Hermione could be annoying but she grew into a decent human being.
On the other, Emma fucking Watson...
The Burrow's kitchen had gone quiet after the others drifted upstairs. Harry remained at the table with his hands around a mug he had not drunk from, and Molly, who had been wiping the same stretch of counter for longer than the counter required, set the cloth aside and looked at him.
"Lyra...
The study room on the third floor smelled faintly of old wood and the lemon oil the house-elves used on the tables. A single floating lamp burned between them, its light warm against the cooler grey that filtered through the high, narrow window. Behind Ron and Hermione, a living portrait of...
Fair, you do you.
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The announcement went up on the notice board in the Entrance Hall on a Tuesday morning, written in Professor Flitwick's neat hand and already surrounded by a cluster of students before breakfast had properly ended. The Adventures of Merlin, it read. A Hogwarts...