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InterestedSo, Voldie is / has been
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Did the 'Phylacteries' really, really have to be renamed as 'Horcruxes' ?
Eek !
Simple pleasures are the last refuge of the complex ... *Sad sigh*
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Satissssssssfying ...
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#282 : The Weird Sisters --- A story I wrote ...
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Bwahahahahahahahahaha ... (pleased demented laughter)
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Severus Snape
You clearly do not scare easily.
You want a man who is sharp, intellectual, cultured, and not too mushy.
Get underneath his cool, sarcastic exterior and who knows what treasures you might find.
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Read the latest HP book few days back. Pity Lucius isn't in it.
Read the latest HP book few days back. Pity Lucius isn't in it.
The Weird Sisters.
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perposterice using one of mctabby’s memorable ‘Summery(summary ?) Executions’ --- "It's Shakespeare, people, and it's AWSOM!"
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The Weird Sisters
SummEry : "It's Shakespeare, people, and it's AWSOM!"
Author :ajat
Rating : PG.
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Dramatis Personae
Minerva McGonagall, a cat Animagus posing as a Crone.
Professor Sprout, a magical Herbologist acting as a Witch.
Severus Snape, a Potions Master masquerading as a Witch, in his normal swirly flouncy BLACK robes and NOT in any kind of feminine apparel whatsoever !
Albus Dumbledore, the deceased ex-Headmaster of Hogwarts.
A Woman, an unnaturally blond woman who writes stories.
Lord Voldemort, a Dark Lord.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, students from Hogwarts School of Magic, etc., etc..
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Scene : An overcrowded living room with a large cauldron in the middle of the floor.
Enter three witches, one in something green, another in something nondescript, the third all in black.
Witch 1 : So, we meet again.
Witch 2 : Oh, but didn't we meet today morning at the staff meeting ?
Witch 3 (grumbling in a voice that reveals that 'she' is, in fact, a he) : Minerva, what possessed you to rope me into this ... this convention of weird sisters ?
Witch 1 : There are a multitude of reasons, of which the chief one is that you are the only one I know who actually enjoys mucking around with filthy cauldrons. I certainly wouldn't deign to touch one and Professor Sprout here, while perfectly at ease around the feistiest of Mandrakes and Devil's Snares, is actually terrified of cauldrons exploding into her face. Even cold ones.
Witch 3 : Huh ! Why am I not surprised ? With Longbottom as her favourite student ... Well, anyway, why don't you admit that everyone's convinced that you are as mad as a hatter and won't go with you to heaven if you asked them to on bended knees ? And so, here I am.
Witch 1 : Shut up !
Witch 2 : But I didn't say anything.
Witch 1 : Did you bring the things I'd asked for ?
Witch 2 : Yes, yes, here they are. (Hands over a bundle)
Witch 1 : Here, Severus, start your work.
Witch 3 : I shall do nothing of the sort ! You two cut them up into the right-sized pieces, and then maybe I will make the potion.
Witch 1 and 2 : Maybe !?
Witch 3 : Alright, alright, I'll do it. Go on, chop them up. Here are the instructions. (Waves a wand and closely written, almost unreadable instructions appear hanging in the air as if written on a transparent board)
Witch 1 (glares) : If anything goes wrong because we couldn't read the instructions, I'll scratch your eyes out.
Witch 3 (derisively) : Miaow !
Witch 2 : Oh, Minerva, let's get on with it.
Witches 1 and 2 start chopping things.
Witch 3 walks around, touching the surfaces of furniture, checking his fingers and looking extremely disapproving at the amount of dust he finds.
Curtain falls.
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Scene : The overcrowded living room with a large cauldron in the middle of the floor.
The three witches stand around the cauldron, which is smoking and occasionally, spitting. There is no fire beneath it.
Witch 1 : Severus, are you sure you are doing this right ?
Witch 3 : Shut up, you frightful cat.
Witch 2 : There, there, don't you two start now.
Witch 1 : Humph !
Witch 3 : Now, stand back, both of you. (Witches 1 and 2 step back hurriedly as Witch 3 drops a piece of purple fabric into the cauldron)
There is a huge eruption of multicoloured smoke and everything is obscured for a few moments, through which can be heard the coughs of two feminine voices and one masculine one.
Witch 3 : Bloody smoke ! Can't do without it, I suppose. Always making a bloody entrance ...
The smoke thins.
Dumbledore walks up through it, dressed in magenta and pink and neon green.
Witch 1 : Albus !
Witch 2 : Albus !
Witch 3 : (turns away, looking furious).
Curtain falls.
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Scene : The overcrowded living room with a desk in the middle. Only the desk-lamp is on.
A woman, with unnaturally blond hair, sits at a desk piled with books, papers and a computer. She is writing industriously, with pencil, on paper.
Woman (throws down pencil) : Damn ! Just missing the damn thing every time ! A bit more and someone will sue me as a plagiarist ! I wish I had some original thoughts ! Like those fanficcers. Between them, they have used every plotline I could ever think of even before I thought of them ! Damn, damn, damn ! Last time I bailed myself out using breakfast cereals and the prime minister, dammit !
All the lights come on.
A man sits on the other side of the desk. He wears a deep-coloured, perfectly made suit and a hat which shades most of his face.
Woman : You ? Who are you ? How did you come in ?
Man : Do you not know me ?
Woman : Who the hell are you ?
Man : Dear lady, if you do not know me, then no one else will. I merely wished to ask you a few questions.
Woman : (aside) Possibly I could make an original plotline out of this. (to man) Just tell me, who are you ?
Man : I am ... perhaps you'd say ... your creation. You created me. (Takes off his hat)
Woman : Oh.
Man (his eyes blazing red) : Lady, you created me. Before you wrote me, I was in potentia, such that I could be, or not. You decided that I was to be. And then you made me. And, I have exceptional objections to the way you made me to be !
Woman : Speak English, will you. (aside) 'm prolly pissed. Too many sherrys. An’ 'm dreaming. (to man) Oy, that's a nice pair of contacts. Nice bit of laser projection thingy, too. Good show as Lord Voldemort. But you really must speak English, otherwise no one's going to understand you.
Lord Voldemort (rising from the chair) : I am Lord Voldemort ! (Waves hand, materialises wand, then writes in air before him in fiery letters) I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
Woman (claps) : Hi, that's a nice trick. Do you think you could do some shows ? With me ? We can go ... say, seventyfive-twentyfive ?
Dumbledore enters and approaches the desk. His robes shimmer strangely. He stops just behind the sitting woman.
Lord Voldemort (staring) : There he is ! The green spectre ! He now haunts me day and night, and assures me that he will do so for all eternity ! With lemon drops !
Woman (looks around) : Where ? Where ?
Lord Voldemort : Behind you, you unnatural hag !
Woman (miffed) : Hey, there's no need to call me names. Awright, I'll make it thirty-seventy, how about it, then ?
Lord Voldemort : You --- you are the perpetrator of this farce in my life. I ask that you alter it !
Woman : Are you sure you haven't escaped from some mental home or something ? I mean ... wait a sec, maybe I need to ring the police. Or maybe the hospitals ? Or something ?
Lord Voldemort : Your hands ! They are smothered in blood ! All the alkali from the Dead Sea will not whiten those hands ! And you dared create me with such hands !
Woman : Hmm ? No, it's ink, actually. And some indelible marker stuff. A spot of turp, and voila ! They'll be fine ! Writing's hard work, you know. Sudden inspirations and things. I always keep some paper napkins and marker pens handy.
*Diuerse alarums !*
Enter Harry Potter, with a large bunch of dandelions in his hands. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger accompany him.
The three Witches enter and stop a little way behind the desk.
Harry : Professor McGonagall, I brought the dandelions as you'd asked me to.
Hermione : Harry, she said flowers, not dandelions.
Ron : Hey, what's the problem ? We brought whatever we could find.
Witch 3 : Moronic child ! Dandelions ? Could you not find something better ? Maybe some poison ivy which would, at the very least, give you a rash ?
Harry : Hey Snape …
Hermione : Professor Snape.
Harry : Shut up. I'll call him whatever I like !
Ron : Yeah, it should actually be Mud.
Harry : You're one to talk, Snape ! You murdered Dumbledore ! In front of me !
Lord Voldemort : Harry Potter. So we meet yet again !
Harry : Slit-eyes ! Not because I wanted to.
Lord Voldemort : Look carefully, foolish creature. No more slit eyes.
Ron : Hey, he looks cool, actually.
Hermione : Actually, quite intellectual looking. Handsome, really. I can see what Ginny saw in him.
Harry (throws away the dandelions) : 'm gonna kill you.
Lord Voldemort : I think not. Dumbledore is right there, go and talk to him instead.
Ron : Oh no. Oh no no. Harry, you just kill him first.
Harry pulls his wand out.
Lord Voldemort (waves his hand to materialise his wand) : Foolish children, do you think Lord Voldemort can be defeated so easily ?
Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter face off.
Woman (jumping up from desk) : Whoa, not in my living room, dudes ! Just go do this somewhere else, like the Trafalgar Square or something. Go on. Bugger off. Shoo !
Lord Voldemort (turns) : Avada Kedavra !
An actinic green flash fills the room with green smoke. There is a sound of wood scratching against wood.
When the green smoke clears, there is only the body of the woman in the room, lying on the floor next to the desk.
A genuinely amused chortle fills the room and the lights dim out as the curtain falls.
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Here's A Superb Spinoff From 'WEIRD SISTERS' Bybluejeanphoenix ...
And A Marvellous Bit of Art, Too, Bypinkelephant42 ...
Both Placed Here For Easier Ref. ...
This was written in my salad lj-days for
perposterice using one of mctabby’s memorable ‘Summery(summary ?) Executions’ --- "It's Shakespeare, people, and it's AWSOM!"----------------------------------------
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The Weird Sisters
SummEry : "It's Shakespeare, people, and it's AWSOM!"
Author :
ajatRating : PG.
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Dramatis Personae
Minerva McGonagall, a cat Animagus posing as a Crone.
Professor Sprout, a magical Herbologist acting as a Witch.
Severus Snape, a Potions Master masquerading as a Witch, in his normal swirly flouncy BLACK robes and NOT in any kind of feminine apparel whatsoever !
Albus Dumbledore, the deceased ex-Headmaster of Hogwarts.
A Woman, an unnaturally blond woman who writes stories.
Lord Voldemort, a Dark Lord.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, students from Hogwarts School of Magic, etc., etc..
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Scene : An overcrowded living room with a large cauldron in the middle of the floor.
Enter three witches, one in something green, another in something nondescript, the third all in black.
Witch 1 : So, we meet again.
Witch 2 : Oh, but didn't we meet today morning at the staff meeting ?
Witch 3 (grumbling in a voice that reveals that 'she' is, in fact, a he) : Minerva, what possessed you to rope me into this ... this convention of weird sisters ?
Witch 1 : There are a multitude of reasons, of which the chief one is that you are the only one I know who actually enjoys mucking around with filthy cauldrons. I certainly wouldn't deign to touch one and Professor Sprout here, while perfectly at ease around the feistiest of Mandrakes and Devil's Snares, is actually terrified of cauldrons exploding into her face. Even cold ones.
Witch 3 : Huh ! Why am I not surprised ? With Longbottom as her favourite student ... Well, anyway, why don't you admit that everyone's convinced that you are as mad as a hatter and won't go with you to heaven if you asked them to on bended knees ? And so, here I am.
Witch 1 : Shut up !
Witch 2 : But I didn't say anything.
Witch 1 : Did you bring the things I'd asked for ?
Witch 2 : Yes, yes, here they are. (Hands over a bundle)
Witch 1 : Here, Severus, start your work.
Witch 3 : I shall do nothing of the sort ! You two cut them up into the right-sized pieces, and then maybe I will make the potion.
Witch 1 and 2 : Maybe !?
Witch 3 : Alright, alright, I'll do it. Go on, chop them up. Here are the instructions. (Waves a wand and closely written, almost unreadable instructions appear hanging in the air as if written on a transparent board)
Witch 1 (glares) : If anything goes wrong because we couldn't read the instructions, I'll scratch your eyes out.
Witch 3 (derisively) : Miaow !
Witch 2 : Oh, Minerva, let's get on with it.
Witches 1 and 2 start chopping things.
Witch 3 walks around, touching the surfaces of furniture, checking his fingers and looking extremely disapproving at the amount of dust he finds.
Curtain falls.
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Scene : The overcrowded living room with a large cauldron in the middle of the floor.
The three witches stand around the cauldron, which is smoking and occasionally, spitting. There is no fire beneath it.
Witch 1 : Severus, are you sure you are doing this right ?
Witch 3 : Shut up, you frightful cat.
Witch 2 : There, there, don't you two start now.
Witch 1 : Humph !
Witch 3 : Now, stand back, both of you. (Witches 1 and 2 step back hurriedly as Witch 3 drops a piece of purple fabric into the cauldron)
There is a huge eruption of multicoloured smoke and everything is obscured for a few moments, through which can be heard the coughs of two feminine voices and one masculine one.
Witch 3 : Bloody smoke ! Can't do without it, I suppose. Always making a bloody entrance ...
The smoke thins.
Dumbledore walks up through it, dressed in magenta and pink and neon green.
Witch 1 : Albus !
Witch 2 : Albus !
Witch 3 : (turns away, looking furious).
Curtain falls.
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Scene : The overcrowded living room with a desk in the middle. Only the desk-lamp is on.
A woman, with unnaturally blond hair, sits at a desk piled with books, papers and a computer. She is writing industriously, with pencil, on paper.
Woman (throws down pencil) : Damn ! Just missing the damn thing every time ! A bit more and someone will sue me as a plagiarist ! I wish I had some original thoughts ! Like those fanficcers. Between them, they have used every plotline I could ever think of even before I thought of them ! Damn, damn, damn ! Last time I bailed myself out using breakfast cereals and the prime minister, dammit !
All the lights come on.
A man sits on the other side of the desk. He wears a deep-coloured, perfectly made suit and a hat which shades most of his face.
Woman : You ? Who are you ? How did you come in ?
Man : Do you not know me ?
Woman : Who the hell are you ?
Man : Dear lady, if you do not know me, then no one else will. I merely wished to ask you a few questions.
Woman : (aside) Possibly I could make an original plotline out of this. (to man) Just tell me, who are you ?
Man : I am ... perhaps you'd say ... your creation. You created me. (Takes off his hat)
Woman : Oh.
Man (his eyes blazing red) : Lady, you created me. Before you wrote me, I was in potentia, such that I could be, or not. You decided that I was to be. And then you made me. And, I have exceptional objections to the way you made me to be !
Woman : Speak English, will you. (aside) 'm prolly pissed. Too many sherrys. An’ 'm dreaming. (to man) Oy, that's a nice pair of contacts. Nice bit of laser projection thingy, too. Good show as Lord Voldemort. But you really must speak English, otherwise no one's going to understand you.
Lord Voldemort (rising from the chair) : I am Lord Voldemort ! (Waves hand, materialises wand, then writes in air before him in fiery letters) I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
Woman (claps) : Hi, that's a nice trick. Do you think you could do some shows ? With me ? We can go ... say, seventyfive-twentyfive ?
Dumbledore enters and approaches the desk. His robes shimmer strangely. He stops just behind the sitting woman.
Lord Voldemort (staring) : There he is ! The green spectre ! He now haunts me day and night, and assures me that he will do so for all eternity ! With lemon drops !
Woman (looks around) : Where ? Where ?
Lord Voldemort : Behind you, you unnatural hag !
Woman (miffed) : Hey, there's no need to call me names. Awright, I'll make it thirty-seventy, how about it, then ?
Lord Voldemort : You --- you are the perpetrator of this farce in my life. I ask that you alter it !
Woman : Are you sure you haven't escaped from some mental home or something ? I mean ... wait a sec, maybe I need to ring the police. Or maybe the hospitals ? Or something ?
Lord Voldemort : Your hands ! They are smothered in blood ! All the alkali from the Dead Sea will not whiten those hands ! And you dared create me with such hands !
Woman : Hmm ? No, it's ink, actually. And some indelible marker stuff. A spot of turp, and voila ! They'll be fine ! Writing's hard work, you know. Sudden inspirations and things. I always keep some paper napkins and marker pens handy.
*Diuerse alarums !*
Enter Harry Potter, with a large bunch of dandelions in his hands. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger accompany him.
The three Witches enter and stop a little way behind the desk.
Harry : Professor McGonagall, I brought the dandelions as you'd asked me to.
Hermione : Harry, she said flowers, not dandelions.
Ron : Hey, what's the problem ? We brought whatever we could find.
Witch 3 : Moronic child ! Dandelions ? Could you not find something better ? Maybe some poison ivy which would, at the very least, give you a rash ?
Harry : Hey Snape …
Hermione : Professor Snape.
Harry : Shut up. I'll call him whatever I like !
Ron : Yeah, it should actually be Mud.
Harry : You're one to talk, Snape ! You murdered Dumbledore ! In front of me !
Lord Voldemort : Harry Potter. So we meet yet again !
Harry : Slit-eyes ! Not because I wanted to.
Lord Voldemort : Look carefully, foolish creature. No more slit eyes.
Ron : Hey, he looks cool, actually.
Hermione : Actually, quite intellectual looking. Handsome, really. I can see what Ginny saw in him.
Harry (throws away the dandelions) : 'm gonna kill you.
Lord Voldemort : I think not. Dumbledore is right there, go and talk to him instead.
Ron : Oh no. Oh no no. Harry, you just kill him first.
Harry pulls his wand out.
Lord Voldemort (waves his hand to materialise his wand) : Foolish children, do you think Lord Voldemort can be defeated so easily ?
Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter face off.
Woman (jumping up from desk) : Whoa, not in my living room, dudes ! Just go do this somewhere else, like the Trafalgar Square or something. Go on. Bugger off. Shoo !
Lord Voldemort (turns) : Avada Kedavra !
An actinic green flash fills the room with green smoke. There is a sound of wood scratching against wood.
When the green smoke clears, there is only the body of the woman in the room, lying on the floor next to the desk.
A genuinely amused chortle fills the room and the lights dim out as the curtain falls.
Here's A Superb Spinoff From 'WEIRD SISTERS' By
bluejeanphoenix ...And A Marvellous Bit of Art, Too, By
pinkelephant42 ...Both Placed Here For Easier Ref. ...
ETA - 31/12/2007
Gryffindor - 95
Ravenclaw - 97
Hufflepuff - 71
Slytherin - 75
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The sorting hat says that I belong in Gryffindor !
SCORE = 100/100
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those with brave deeds to their name."
Students of Gryffindor are typically brave, daring, and chivalrous.
Famous members include Harry, Ron, Hermione, Albus Dumbledore (head of Hogwarts), and Minerva McGonagall (head of Gryffindor).
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The sorting hat says that I belong in Ravenclaw !
SCORE = 97/100
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose intelligence is surest."
Ravenclaw students tend to be clever, witty, intelligent, and knowledgeable.
Notable residents include Cho Chang and Padma Patil (objects of Harry and Ron's affections), and Luna Lovegood (daughter of The Quibbler magazine's editor).
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The sorting hat says that I belong in Hufflepuff !
SCORE = 77/100
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot, and treat them just the same."
Hufflepuff students are friendly, fair-minded, modest, and hard-working.
A well-known member was Cedric Diggory, who represented Hogwarts in the most recent Triwizard Tournament.
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The sorting hat says that I belong in Slytherin !
SCORE = 63/100
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest."
Slytherin students are typically cunning and hungry for power.
Important members include Draco Malfoy(Harry's nemesis), Professor Severus Snape (head of Slytherin), and Lord Voldemort.
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Take the most scientific Harry Potter
Quiz ever created.
accomplished| SLYTHERIN ! You scored 52% Slytherin, 12% Ravenclaw, 8% Gryffindor, and 16% Hufflepuff! |
| Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, These cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. Slytherins are known for their ambition, guile, and Machiavellian sensiblities. |
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Yesss, that's me ! I'm Lord VOLDEMORT !
Posted on 25.01.2005 at 14:28Current Mood:
cranky
Current Music: Wo Muqaddarka Sikandar Jaaneman Kahlayegaa ...
Congratulations, you are the personification of all that is evil.
Your hobbies include killing people, walks by the lake and torture.
But hey, when you're this powerful, who needs friends ?
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Results
Here are the results of the sorting test.
Slytherin
As a member of Slytherin, you use all your resolve and cunning to manipulate situations to your intent.
You have a thirst for power and will do anything to achieve your goals.
TOTALS
77% - Lord Voldemort
63% - Draco Malfoy
61% - Slytherin
51% - Severus Snape
43% - Albus Dumbledore
41% - Harry Potter
40% - Gryffindor
40% - Viktor Krum
40% - Minerva McGonagall
39% - Fleur Delacour
38% - Cedric Diggory
34% - Cornelius Fudge
29% - Colin Creevey
28% - Ron Weasley
27% - Hermione Granger
27% - Rubeus Hagrid
27% - Cho Chang
26% - Ravenclaw
21% - Hufflepuff
21% - Ginny Weasley
18% - Neville Longbottom
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