A silly side note.
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lederhosen for my Beta-ing. Couldn't do it without him, in fact. But sometimes, I don't think he's taking it seriously.
So I wrote Forgetting for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sshg_promptfest. The link goes to the complete story. Here, below in italics, are the notes that got left with it as it came back from the Beta...
"Headmaster?"
"Go away. I'm dying."
"You didn't die last time, and I'm sure you won't this time either." This had better not be another Snape story.
Hermione tried one last time.
"Severus, if you tell me what the lesson is, I'll take it for you." Bah! Knew it.
"Does the Headmaster remember all he said last night?"
There was a certain mocking note in the House Elf's singsong voice, and a long hooked nose re-emerged from the blankets.
"What did I say?" This had better not be anything slushy.
"Somehow, I think you trust me."
She blushed and hung her head. "Not at first."
"But now?" The flat tone in his voice gave away more than it hid, and she looked straight back at him.
"Completely." Yup - slush.
The few pictures were a group picture of Harry and Ginny's family, a Muggle photograph of Hermione's missing parents, and an early Victorian Muggle portrait of a dark-haired lady in a fine lace shawl. And no Ron. Don't think I didn't notice.
This time he didn't lean into her, but breathed heavily a few times in an attempt, she realised, to avoid sobbing. It seemed to work – he brought his hands down and lay them in his lap, yet his face still showed a deep, deep sorrow. This had REALLY better not be anything slushy
She forbore from mentioning that she was used to doing something similar with both Harry and Ron And this "Ron"? An OC? Never seen him before.
"Hermione, is there something you're not telling me?" Yes, and it's going to be slushy, I can just tell.
"A girl, a silly, thoughtless, Ron-centred piece of fluff that had nothing in her head but him. He went straight from our flat to be with Lavender, then two months later on to Padma. The last I heard he was trying to persuade Gabrielle Delacourt to go out with him." That Ron. Such a jerk.
"The reason, Hermione, that I can't concentrate, that I'm distracted, that I have found things so intolerable here at Hogwarts, is that I was falling in love with a former student, and I thought she only saw me as a friend. And I couldn't cope any longer with her pity, because I thought she pitied me. Does she?" And that proves it. Slush.
And yet he still checks my work for me. What does that tell you?
lederhosen for my Beta-ing. Couldn't do it without him, in fact. But sometimes, I don't think he's taking it seriously.So I wrote Forgetting for the
sshg_promptfest. The link goes to the complete story. Here, below in italics, are the notes that got left with it as it came back from the Beta..."Headmaster?"
"Go away. I'm dying."
"You didn't die last time, and I'm sure you won't this time either." This had better not be another Snape story.
Hermione tried one last time.
"Severus, if you tell me what the lesson is, I'll take it for you." Bah! Knew it.
"Does the Headmaster remember all he said last night?"
There was a certain mocking note in the House Elf's singsong voice, and a long hooked nose re-emerged from the blankets.
"What did I say?" This had better not be anything slushy.
"Somehow, I think you trust me."
She blushed and hung her head. "Not at first."
"But now?" The flat tone in his voice gave away more than it hid, and she looked straight back at him.
"Completely." Yup - slush.
The few pictures were a group picture of Harry and Ginny's family, a Muggle photograph of Hermione's missing parents, and an early Victorian Muggle portrait of a dark-haired lady in a fine lace shawl. And no Ron. Don't think I didn't notice.
This time he didn't lean into her, but breathed heavily a few times in an attempt, she realised, to avoid sobbing. It seemed to work – he brought his hands down and lay them in his lap, yet his face still showed a deep, deep sorrow. This had REALLY better not be anything slushy
She forbore from mentioning that she was used to doing something similar with both Harry and Ron And this "Ron"? An OC? Never seen him before.
"Hermione, is there something you're not telling me?" Yes, and it's going to be slushy, I can just tell.
"A girl, a silly, thoughtless, Ron-centred piece of fluff that had nothing in her head but him. He went straight from our flat to be with Lavender, then two months later on to Padma. The last I heard he was trying to persuade Gabrielle Delacourt to go out with him." That Ron. Such a jerk.
"The reason, Hermione, that I can't concentrate, that I'm distracted, that I have found things so intolerable here at Hogwarts, is that I was falling in love with a former student, and I thought she only saw me as a friend. And I couldn't cope any longer with her pity, because I thought she pitied me. Does she?" And that proves it. Slush.
And yet he still checks my work for me. What does that tell you?
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