We write the fics... (original) (raw)
| Poster: |  pandoraculpa |
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| Date: | 2010-07-17 22:41 |
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Okay, so this comm hadn't been touched in ages, but I'm posting now simply because there was some fun stuff posted back in the day, and I'd hate to see it disappear. Also, it might perk up again one day, so we might as well keep it alive against that possibility. I still maintain that the concept was good- in fact, I've seen it working elsewhere, so there's no reason to think it couldn't revive one day.
*shrugs* At any rate, I don't think LJ should summarily kill this comm. Anyone else still interested?
*pokes community*
oi, let's continue this, all right?
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'Er... absolutely nothing!' Sirius exclaimed, belatedly pushing the shovel behind his back. Tonks glared at him, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a stare that would have made most grown men quail.
Of course, most grown men didn't include the men of the House of Black, and particularly, Sirius of the House of Black. He was equally apt at this sort of game, having used it often to bully Regulus into leaving him alone, and now he shot Tonks an icy stare that actually made Slatero Qurrel shiver and slink off into the bushes.
'Nothing.'
'Nothing,' Sirius replied firmly.
'Nothing.'
'Nothing.'
'Nothing?'
Sirius rolled his eyes.
Tonks smirked.
Sirius blinked.
'Made you look away first!'
'Whatever.'
'So, cousin, tell me what you've been doing in the park all this time. I presume that you didn't come all this way just to hear Stuttero Quirrel profess his undying love for me, now, did you?'
Sirius scowled. 'If you must know, cousin, I am here on business.' He sniffed disdainfully and turned his back to Tonks. 'Very important business. More important than the little lovers' spat you just had.'
'That was not-- WE ARE NOT LOVERS!'
'From where I was standing, it didn't sound like-- oof!'
Tonks had tackled Sirius, catching him by surprise. He stumbled forward, but of course, a fourteen year old girl was no match for a fully grown wizard. Especially one like Sirius. He whipped around, swinging the shovel with him, and Tonks had to duck out of the way to avoid getting hit and more likely, knocked out.
'Oi, watch it!'
'Sorry.' Sirius paused. 'Er... why are we arguing, remind me again?'
'Because--'
'Oh, yes. That duck-footed, scaredy-cat lover of yours--'
'HE IS NOT MY LOVER! DAMMIT SIRIUS, I--'
Footsteps sounded through the park. Tonks raised an eyebrow at Sirius, who shrugged and looked around. Suddenly, he tensed, and grabbing Tonks by the sleeve of her robe, he dragged her to the thicket he had originally been hiding in and pushed her down.
'Trust Filch of all people to come here on his days off,' he muttered, peering through the branches, not paying attention to Tonks, or to the fact that she had inadvertently fallen down a frshly-dug hole.
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Erk! All right...
Character: Stubby Boardman
Object: Spellotape
-Kiks
This is the answer to kikei ’s challenge for an "alternate chain"
Three months had passed since Sirius’ tragic death, and nobody had been able to bring themselves to empty his bedroom. In fact, most of the members of the Order were still uncomfortable with the fact that the headquarters were located in the deceased’s very house. Some had suggested that they found another place for their meetings, but everyone knew how hard it had been, the year before, to find such a safe location, and thus, eventually, everyone had agreed to stay.
Tonks, to whom Sirius had bequeathed the house in his will, now stood in her late cousin’s bedroom, resolved to finally tidy up the room. “Life goes on,” she had said to Lupin before heading for Sirius’ bedroom. And it was true. Now wasn’t the time to keep tossing bitter memories. Not when You-Know-Who had returned, not when he had started to kill innocent Muggle-borns. Grieving was normal, but now they had to regain their self-control. “Sirius would have been the first one to say this,” she thought as she pushed the creaking door closed.
Slowly, Tonks made her way to the bed and sat there, deep in thoughts, contemplating the room. It was hard to think that Sirius would never come back there. Suddenly, her gaze fell upon an object beneath the desk. She held out her arm to catch it, and smiled. It was a shovel, apparently very common, but Tonks recognized it. The last time she had seen it, she had been in her fourth year at Hogwarts...
She was walking in the park, trying to forget about what had just happened. All she wanted to do was to clear her mind. “It.has.not.happened. It.has.not.happened. It.has.not.happened.” she kept repeating under her breath, playing nervously with the Bohemian necklace that her father had brought to her from one of his “business trips” as he called them.
“N-N-Nymphadora! W-wait!” called Slatero Quirrell, causing her to start and to break the chain of her necklace.
So he had followed her…
She took a deep breath. “Look, Slatero, I…I am sorry. I didn’t mean to… I don’t want you to believe that… Ok, I kissed you, but it should never have happened. Never. I’m...”
“But N- Nymphadora…I… I l-l-l-l-love you!” he replied, stammering even more than usual.
They heard a noise coming from the bushes that bordered the path, then a voice Tonks recognized at once exclaimed: “You do?”, and Sirius came out of the bushes, holding something in his hands.
“Sirius! What are you doing here??” asked Tonks, now desperate. If her cousin had overheard that – and it was obvious that he had- , her reputation was lost.
Sirius grinned : “So, my dear cousin, you are dating this boy?”
Tonks paled. “I’m not,” she answered firmly. “I AM NOT!” she repeated when she saw the grin on Sirius’ face broaden. That’s when she saw what he was holding. She frowned and asked : “Tell me Sirius, what exactly are you doing in the park, hiding behind bushes, with a shovel in your hands?”
And this time it was Sirius’ turn to pale.
And here is my challenge for the next scene :
Character: Filch
Object: (Er... animal, rather): Duck
Your turn!
Okay, I'm thinking that, considering people might want another fic to use as a chainfic (since some people say they're not comfortable with Remus or the current fic isn't really them, etc etc), I'm inviting anyone who is willing to submit the beginning to a new fic. This time, though, I'll make it different... we'll have a challenge for each part, if that makes any sense. The writer of each scene will name a character and an object, and those two MUST be present in the next scene, even if it's just in passing. For example, if I say Character: Draco Malfoy and Object: Coat Hanger then the next scene must include Draco, and something about a coat hanger (and he's not necessarily using it to keep a coat in his closet *cough*). It'll probably result in temporary insanity, but I'm sure people will at least get a chance to write characters they feel comfortable with.
So, I'll begin with the first 'challenge':
Character: Sirius Black
Object: shovel
edit: yes, someone can nominate the same character twice in a row, but try to keep the objects from repeating themselves, won't you?
Okay, so I can't help but notice that no one has posted in a long time. And since I hate to see this community dead in the water before we've even hit 20 posts, let me pose a couple of questions:
1- Is the lack of posting due to lack of time (I know that college and university schedules can be a bear!) or lack of interest in the current chainfic?
(My thoughts on that are, if it is just a case of a story that no one is terribly interested in, we can easily pick up another one. Or even have several going at once, and just put the title in the subject line.)
2- Can anyone think of others who ought to be invited to the community? My own friends list is kinda short, and I know that there are TONS of good writers with LJs. And the whole strength of this community is the contribution of many writers; the more people involved, the more likely we are to have some good, interesting fics in motion. Which would be terribly fun for everyone, I really am convinced
3- ANY suggestions that could help get this community moving again would be greatly appreciated. Everyone seemed to like the idea originally, and I'd really love to see some posting here again. But if I'm the only one interested, please let me know, and I'll let it die in peace.
And that's it for me, for now. Please comment! If only so that I know someone is still out there...
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Remus barely had time to consider the figure that had suddenly appeared in the room behind him before he was forced to cover his ears to try and block out the horrible sound of the woman screeching.
‘HALFBREEDS! MUTATIONS! HOW DARE YOU BESMIRCH THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!’
He stumbled backwards out of the room, knocking heavily into Snape, his eyes still on the apparition- for he assumed it could only be an apparition- of old Mrs. Black screaming at him. She looked even more fearsome than her portrait, for now she raised her hands and clawed at the air in front of her as she approached Remus. Small specks of saliva flew from her mouth and spattered him. The skin on her face was sagging and wrinkled, dotted with liverspots and the sleeves of her old, moth-eaten dress fell back to reveal bony and scarred arms.
Remus flinched slightly as she screamed again and he felt the disgusting drops of spittle shower his face. Trying his best to wipe his face with the sleeve of his robes while keeping his hands clamped firmly over his ears, he backed out of the room, never taking his eyes off Mrs. Black for one second.
‘GET OOOOOOOOOUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU ARE DEFILING THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLA -aaaAAAAAH!!!‘
The scream was cut off as she tripped over the hem of the dress. Stumbling forwards, she windmilled her arms, trying to keep her balance, only to trip again, her feet getting tangled up in themselves and in the material.
Remus lowered his hands, raising an eyebrow in amusement. As ‘Mrs. Black’ fell, he darted forwards to catch her, ignoring the snickers coming from the Weasley twins and the impatient tutting from Snape. He looked into her face as he pulled her upright, a trace of a smirk on his lips, and he leant in so that he could whisper into her ear.
‘Quite convincing, Nymphadora… but you’re going to have to work on your motor skills, I’m afraid,’ he murmured before moving away and walking out of the room, the expression on his face settling back into its familiar mask of indifference.
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come on people, write something!
"I had nothing to do with this!" Remus shoved the note back at Snape, who recoiled with a look of revulsion.
"Who else could have done it?" the Potions Master snarled. "You had access to my lab, which you had already used once without my permission, and you obviously had," his eyes fixed on the scrap of parchment on the floor, "the motivation."
Remus snorted loudly. "I most certainly do not have any such motivation. I do, however, have two meddlesome little berks in mind who have been setting me up all day..."
Snape's eyes narrowed sharply. "The Weasleys."
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"No good," said George. "He's talking his way out of it."
"Plus he's turning Snape on us," Fred pointed out.
"Why doesn't Tonks get her share of the blame?" George muttered, and Tonks elbowed him in the ribs.
"I think some diversionary tactics are in order, don't you?" she asked them, winking cheekily before disappearing with a 'crack'. The twins looked at each other for a moment, and then George shrugged.
"Ought to be amusing, at least," he commented, and Fred grinned.
"Budge up, then. I want a good view, too."
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Snape hardly looked mollified, but the explanation seemed to make some sense to him. And while Remus wasn't planning on telling Snape that Tonks was involved in the plot as well (for he detected her hand in this as well), she had definitely gone on his list for revenge right alongside the Weasley terrors. He continued to mutter placating things to Snape, all the while wishing that the man would go away so that he could scheme in peace; he owed Tonks and the Weasleys a prank that would live as an inspiration to pranksters for generations.
A sound from the room behind him disturbed his train of thought, and Remus turned, expecting that Kreacher had somehow found his way in there. But he could only stare in shock at what was before him, hearing Snape's gasp from behind, as the door swung open and he could see clearly into the room beyond.
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Okay, so what is that crazy Metamorphmagus up to now? Will Fred and George be content to sit the sidelines on this one, or will they need to get involved? Just who or what is in Remus' room?? C'mon, write a little something, wontcha? ::grins::
Well. I thought I'd continue. Warning, this is REALLY bad poetry.
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‘… and through thy greasy locks
I yearn for my fingers to run,
I wish to shelter your porcelain skin
From the harsh light of the sun.
Let us away! Where we be anon,
And where you will sit for hours
In front of me, and with mine eyes,
Thy form I shall greedily devour.
I have seen those who dare
To cast upon you their lustful gaze,
Alas! For me, those are moments lost
In a reckless, jealous haze.
Without you, I am incomplete,
But your touch sets me to a-mend.
One small word from your slim, clear lips
And to the heavens I ascend.
Do not be upset at my absence, love,
For grease of no amount,
Could ever wipe away the stains
Of your tears on my account.
Take my hand, my dearest Sev,
Come now, your touch, do not deny,
Just one look from your smouldering eyes,
O! Methinks that I should die!’
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-Kiks
Thanks to thunderemerald, we have an icon! Woot! Tis shiny!
With a nod to thunderemerald's fic No Big Deal- which must be read, if you haven't read it already. (Be nice and review, too!)
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"This is just a twist on something Sirius pulled on him once," Tonks explained to Fred as George was carefully writing out a note on a slip of parchment. "But the potion is all my idea, and when we put the two of them together..."
Fred grinned. "It's brilliant. We really have been looking at this from much too simple a standpoint."
George grunted in agreement, not looking up from his work. "Comes from dealing with school-age clientele," he said. "Done. Tonks, take a look and let me know what you think."
She dropped down beside him at the table, studying the paper. "It'll pass, I think. He won't be looking for a trick." She quivered with contained laughter as she passed it to Fred. "You've already got the formula for the potion, right?"
"I've had it memorized since second year," scoffed Fred, snatching the note. "Just don't forget to let me know if anyone is coming." With a nod at his fellow conspirators, he hurried off for Snape's lab.
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Just before dinner, the bomb exploded.
They heard Snape shrieking before they saw him, mad-eyed, pelting up the stairs toward Remus' room. The twins and Tonks, who had been playing Wizard Chess while they waited for the event, abandoned the game and hurried after the aggravated Potions Master at a safe distance. The three of them lurked on the steps, trying to stifle the painful gasps of laughter threatening to burst from them, as Snape pounded on Remus' door and demanded an explanation.
"What the hell is this, Lupin?" he screamed, all composure gone as he brandished a note at the door. "I told you to stay out of my lab, and I find this? How dare you insinuate such things?"
Remus opened his door just a crack, and frowned at the other wizard. "I've been in here all day; what are you going on about?"
"Love potions! Aphrodisiacs! On my personal items! And THIS! Deny that it's your writing!" He shoved the scrap of parchment at Remus, who accepted it with curiosity that quickly changed to shock as he read.
" 'O Sev, my love, your skin's so pale
Like purest alabaster white
I must confess, I dream so oft
of buggering you all night...' "
Fred and George were practically rolling – well, George was rolling – on the kitchen floor as Remus made his way toward the stairs, simultaneously trying to keep his bare backside to the wall and making sure that he didn’t catch Tonks’ eyes. He’d already done so once, and the look on her face was nearly enough to undo his calm exterior altogether… possibly in more ways than one.
Only once he was certain that he was out of the sight of the three of them (and that Snape was nowhere nearby) did he sprint the rest of the way to his room and cover himself with a robe.
Meanwhile, down in the kitchen, the twins found it hard to stop laughing even after Remus had gone; it was Tonks who finally drew coherent words from them. “May I ask…?” she said, unable to finish the question whose purpose was already obvious.
George’s howls of laughter doubled at this, but Fred pulled himself together enough to reply. “It’s Operation Cool Lupin,” he said, figuring that this would explain everything.
While she admired the title, Tonks was still perplexed. “You want to cool him?” she mused. “Well, I suppose taking off his clothes would certainly do the trick!”
“No, no!” said George, who had finally calmed down a bit. “It’s because he’s so cool. No matter what happens, he’s always cool about it.”
“We hung him upside down,” added Fred. “He was still cool.”
“We gave him Monster Hair Potion. Still cool.”
“But now we took off his clothes—”
“Still cool,” supplied Tonks. The twins, who had not seen Remus’ studiously calm expression because they’d been laughing too hard themselves, frowned.
But Tonks grinned. “Hair growth potions and clothing-removal charms? Come on, boys, you can do better than that!”
Fred suddenly adopted a wide-eyed, hopeful look. “Do you mean… you'll help us?”
“Come with me,” said Tonks. “I have an idea.”
Remus was engaged in a conversation with Tonks at the kitchen table when Fred and George finally showed up in the basement, smoke pouring out of their ears. Neither of them looked happy, and Tonks grinned at them in amusement.
"Wow, so is this what people look like when they are fuming? What happened to you lot?"
George glowered, and Fred snorted, "Don't mind us, Tonks. We're just running into a few snags in a project, nothing we haven't encountered before."
Remus smirked broadly at them. "Thinking about giving it up yet?" he asked mildly, receiving an identical set of glares. "I did warn you that I have far more experience than you."
Tonks was looking back and forth with mounting interest. "What's this about then?" she asked, her eyes lighting with interest, and Remus realized that while Tonks was a dear friend she was also more than a little prone to mischief herself. She might do more than take a tolerant, passing interest in the twins' project...
"C'mon, Tonks," he said, rising from the table and holding his hand out to her. "We really ought to go and..." Before he could tell he what they ought to be doing, George had raised his wand and growled a charm, and a sudden chill washed over Remus' bare skin.
"Damn!" whistled Tonks, and Fred nodded appreciatively.
"Simple, yet effective," he stated. "Good idea, George."
Remus hurriedly snagged a dishtowel, using it to try and preserve what little dignity he had remaining, while the others leered at him. Clothing banishment...he would have expected that had his tormentors been anyone other than the Weasley twins, who usually went for more devious and complex pranks. "Nice wand work," he commented to George, as he sidled toward the stairs with the intention of hurrying back to his room for a new set of robes. But as he reached the base of the stairs the door opened, and Snape appeared above him.
Lip curled in distaste, Snape studied the scene below; the Weasleys howling and smoking by the table, Tonks clutching her sides and barely managing to stay upright from laughter, and Remus clad only in a checkered dishtowel and staring at him in surprise. Rolling his eyes to the heavens, he growled, "Great leaping Merlin, what NEXT?" before stalking back out the way he came.
The twins froze in their steps as the kitchen’s door slammed open.
“WHAT is happening in here???” yelled Severus Snape as he stepped in the corridor. He seemed to be furious, and was about to resume his yelling, when he caught sight of Lupin, who was still standing in front of the lab’s door.
He frowned. “Lupin? Were you just in my Potions laboratory?”
For a short while, Lupin seemed to be embarrassed. But then, he smiled at Snape, and answered: “Oh, Severus, I was looking for you. I think the young Weasley twins there – he gestured towards the twins, who were carefully avoiding the Potions Master’s look– may be sickening for flu, and… I would recommend a cure of Pepperup potion. What would you say?”
Snape frowned again, then slowly nodded. “Very well, I will prepare them a cauldron of it. Although I wonder if it wouldn’t be best for us all that they caught the flu. It would prevent them from making so much noise,” he said, emphasizing the last word.
The twins looked at each other desperately. They hated Pepperup potion, and Lupin, who was obviously highly enjoying the moment, knew it. He also knew that Snape wouldn’t let them leave the laboratory until they had drunk the whole content of the cauldron of potion. And this would leave him some precious time to plot his revenge…
“Follow me, you two,” ordered Snape in a dry tone.
Lupin suppressed a laugh as the twins shot him a dark look before entering the lab.
“And you, Lupin, I’d rather you stopped nosing around my laboratory,” added Snape, making at once the smile disappear from Lupin’s face.
Um. I'm still kind of pondering what I ever did to get accepted into this community...
But anyway. On with the chainfic!
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"I do so dearly hate spoiling your fun, boys," Remus said, reaching for his wand and tapping his head lightly. The hair disappeared, leaving no trace of its brief existence. "But don't you think that's rather - old? Surely you could do better?"
"Better?" George sputtered. "Fred! Fred - I - I feel faint... get me some aspirin..."
Fred blinked. Then he narrowed his eyes - causing Lupin to smirk.
"You think you're so cool, Lupin," he said. "You just wait. You - just - wait."
"And while I'm waiting," Remus said, dusting himself off, "I could use some deoderizer. Awful stench, this potion makes. May I enquire as to where you found it? I do vaguely remember having some difficulty getting my hands on it."
"If you're suggesting we snuck into the library - " George said quickly -
"Why, it never once crossed my mind," Remus said softly. "I'm sure such admirably bright young mischief-makers would not lower themselves to such a level."
Fred and George exchanged looks.
"C'mon, George," Fred mumbled. "We have work to do."
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'Ello all! Here I go with the continuation... *shrugs* I don't even know why I saw this, but hey, I did. Enjoy!
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Remus slipped through the door to the potions lab, barring it so that the twins could not possibly get in. Almost immediately, he was assailed by a foul stench that made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. He looked about for the source of the hideous smell, almost choking when he dared to take a breath. He was reminded for a second about one time in his fourth year at Hogwarts, when someone in his potions class had somehow managed to make their cauldron explode. The potion had spattered over him, causing him to stink uncontrollably for days.
The memory brought a smirk to his lips. He glanced around for any telltale signs of an explosion, or even something that looked out of place in the small lab, but everything seemed to be in order…
Remus let his gaze fall upon an extremely large cauldron that hung over a low fire at the end of the room. The putrid smell grew undeniably stronger as he took a few steps towards it, and Remus found himself almost gagging from the intensity of it. Still, his curiosity would not let him just walk away from the cauldron. Quickly casting a bubble-head charm on himself, he approached the cauldron cautiously, his steps echoing on the stone floor of the room. He paused for a second as he reached it; the cauldron was filled to the brim with an ugly grayish liquid that bubbled away in a lazy manner and was giving off faint, pink smoke-
‘Pink?’ Remus wondered. He knew that there was only one potion that had that characteristic, and he racked his brain as he tried to remember what it was. As he thought, he didn’t notice the smoke wafting over him… in fact, he didn’t notice that he was surrounded by a steadily thickening cloud of pink until he felt it creeping up his robes, hot and damp against his skin, and more than anything, it seemed to be irritating his ears despite the bubble-head charm… he could feel something ticklish in his ear and he swatted at it, only to realize that the charm had somehow dissolved and his fingers were catching at fistfuls of long brown hair.
Remus coughed heavily, the stench once again invading his nostrils, but that was the least of his worries. Long strands of hair now hung in his eyes and he could actually feel it still growing, sliding down his back. He clapped his sleeve-covered hand over his nose and mouth as he turned to get out of the cloud, pushing away the thick curtain of hair that now covered his face so hat he could see. His head jerked backwards as he inadvertantly stepped on his own hair, and he almost slipped in his haste to get out of the smoke-filled lab. By the time he had unbarred and pushed open the door, his hair was so long that it covered him completely, trailing behind him as he tried his best to avoid stepping on it.
On the stairs, a pair of identical grins appeared on Fred and George’s faces. Their eyes twinkled with amusement and Fred had to stuff his knuckles in his mouth to stop himself from laughing too loudly as he spotted Remus trying to see where he was going through all the hair, looking for all the world like an odd, shuffling brown and gray haystack.
‘Project X?’
‘Well under way, sir!’
This is such a wonderful idea *lol* Three of my favorite characters. So let's see what we can do....
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"There's NO WAY the Ice Man is going to keep his cool after hanging from the ceiling," Fred replied, his sides aching from laughter.
George peered over the banister once again, snickering as the former DADA professor swung aimlessly with the current of air in the house. His laughter died down as he watched Lupin swing his arms up and untie the magical ropes that bound him. Lupin fell with a soft thud and chuckled.
"That was a very nice attempt, boys," Lupin called out, absetnly brushing himself off and rechecking to make sure that he still had his potions parchment. "However, you must realize that there is nothing you can do that I have not seen, or rather participated in before. It is futile." He smiled. "But I do admire your tenacity."
George slumped back against the stairs as the potions door closed. "Nothing he hasn't seen before?"
"He obviously has never dealt with the Weasley twins before," Fred answered.
"It's time to stop playing nice."
"We have plenty of new things in our stock of wheezes."
"I think it might be time."
"Whatever do you speak of, dear brother?"
George smiled. "It's time... for Project X."
As soon as Remus stepped through the doorway, his world turned end over end. What the hell? he thought wildly, waving his arms in a vain attempt to gain his balance. But he hung suspended, upside down in the hallway, bobbing slightly and feeling annoyed and foolish.
Think, man, he told himself, reaching for his wand. It slipped from his pocket and fell to the floor with a clatter, rolling up against the wall and out of his reach. Swallowing a curse as he heard a scuffle at the other end of the hall, Remus turned his head to see Kreacher glaring at him from the doorway of Mrs. Black's old room.
"Nasty houseguests is fouling up even the ceilings now," he muttered loudly, rolling his round eyes expressively. "Is making more work for poor Kreacher, cleaning up after halfblooded befoulers of my Mistress' house." He disappeared back into the room, still grumbling and Remus heard laughter coming up from the stairs.
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GO!
Hi everyone! I have tried to write the continuation of pandoraculpa's drabble.
I hope I'm not too much off the subject! (if so, I'm really sorry, and please feel free to delete it!)
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A few hours later
Remus Lupin closed the heavy volume he was reading. As he carefully put it back on the shelf, he smiled, somehow mischievously. They had tried to transform him into a cat? They thought they would make him break down so easily? Well, they had been wrong. He would remain the cool, imperturbable wizard he had always been.
He briefly looked down at the parchment, where he had copied out a potion recipe, before rolling it up and putting it in his pocket.
By testing him, the twins had declared war. Yes, he would keep his temper, but that didn’t prevent him from giving them a little lesson...
Brushing up a white ball of cat hair from his cloak, he left the library and headed for the Headquarters’ potions laboratory. He had a determined look on his face and only one thought in his head : fulfilling his revenge.
It was time indeed for cool Lupin to show the twins what he was able of…
Okay, here is the beginning of 'Cool Lupin'. I hope that this is interesing enough for others to want to jump aboard. Here we go...
"The thing about you is, you're cool," commented George by way of greeting, as Remus dragged himself into the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place. He threw a questioning look at the young man, who smiled back rather too innocently as he leaned causally against the wall, thus effectively blocking the narrow stairs.
"Cool Lupin," agreed Fred, seated across the room at the table. His face was straighter than George's, but with a devilish twinkle in his eyes that fairly screamed a warning.
Remus sighed. The day had already started badly when he woke at five a.m. after a restless night and couldn't return to sleep, and it wasn't looking any brighter, if he read the signs correctly. Coming down to breakfast shouldn't result in an ambush, it should result in eggs and sausage. Maybe pancakes occaisionally, but it definitely should not involve two identical, grinning menaces with a penchant for chaos. Trying to move casually to where he had them both in his sight, Remus collected a mug of coffee and took a grateful sip of it before replying, "Hmm. To what do I owe the dubious honor of that moniker?"
They were both watching him a touch too expectantly for his tastes. "Oh," said Fred airily, "We were just impressed the other day, watching how you kept your head the whole time that Mum was going berserk about the little problem we were having with the new fireworks. We also noticed that no matter what crisis is upon us, you always are calm and collected."
"Well, I hardly..."
"You can totally ignore Snape's nastiest comments, or Tonks' most blatant come-ons," added George.
"Now wait a minute..."
"Plus we heard about the raid that you were on last week, and about how you kept your cool while Death Eaters were firing spells all around you. Nothing gets under your skin; you're a rock."
"Unflappable," agreed George.
"Controlled."
"Stoic."
"Cool."
"Cool Lupin."
Remus took another sip of his coffee and smiled tolerantly at them, giving them a look that plainly stated they were both barking mad and in need of professional help. "Since you two are men of action yourselves, I'm a little at a loss as to why this should impress you so much."
The gleam in the twins' eyes alerted him, but much too late, as he took another drink of his coffee. The mug dropped to the floor, shattering as his hands shrank to soft white paws that couldn't hold on. His whole body shrunk and shriveled, and used to the extreme pain of his monthly change, Remus was shocked at the ease with which he found himself transformed. Before he could collect himself, he was pounced upon by the twins, who were laughing so hard that they could barely stand.
"Well," commented Fred as George held up the fluffy white cat by the scruff of its neck. "The point is, everybody's got to have a breaking point." He and his brother exchanged winks, and the cat mewed and struggled madly as it was rushed upstairs to the twins' room.
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Okay, so there is installment one. I will take it up later, or if someone else can think of some twisted thing the twins can do to try and make poor ol' Remus lose his cool, be my guest and post it! That is what this is for, after all, and I hope that it will be fun for all. Let's get crazy!!
Okay, so here is the community that I made, so that we can all have a bit of fun, and get collaborative and silly, and maybe beat the writer's block blues. Or just have some fun wasting time; you know, whatever!
Anyway, the idea goes like this: someone will post the beginning drabble to a story, hopefully one that can be broken into easy, small segments. Then all of the members (who want to, at least) can post in a drabble length segment of the story. Really, that's about all there is, it's pretty simple. And hopefully, it is something that we can all have some fun with.
I will post a beginning of a story later today, called 'Cool Lupin.' It will be about how Fred and George try to crack Remus' cool exterior, just because he is always so contained. I thought it would be a fun story, but I thought it would be even more fun with contributions from my writer friends, so that is how this whole silly thing got started! I hope that there will be many takers in this, and that we can all blow off a little HP steam here!
Have a blast!!