Hermione and Ron are spread all around. Ron and Hermione are curled up on either side of a couch, while
Harry reclines in an over stuffed chair, and Draco stretches out on the floor, curled up around himself like a
snake. He hasnt moved in roughly two hours.*
Ron: Are you even breathing down there?
Draco: *Opens one eye* Yes. And Sleeping. Or was.
Tiger: Its just as well... the new fic just arrived
Draco: *Groans* Oh jesus christ...
Tiger: Yeah, yeah, get the hell up. Here. *Puts a disc into the local DVD player, and hits play. For a moment
a whirring sound is heard, and then a flashy menu pops up, with only one option- Bad Fic. Tiger selects it*
Draco: *Drags himself up onto one of the chairs next to Harry.* I wish youd stop popping in like this.
Literally.
Ok, this isn’t really my whole first chapter. I’m just going to post it in small sections at first to see if it is
okay. When I know it is, I’ll post the whole chapters.
Tiger: *Glances back in from the doorway* Tip to you all- that is a really, really, *really* bad idea
::~//~::
Black boots tread in the dirt road with such majestic grace that they left no tracks, no marks what so ever.
Ron: Like an elf?
Draco: Elves are graceful, and they dont leave tracks, but the two things have nothing to do with each other.
Thats known as ‘light footedness’.
A deep blood red dress that just touched the ground. Slits up the sides to mid thigh.
Ron: A slutty elf?
Draco: Its not an elf! Jesus christ...
Hermione: Do you *know* its not an elf?
Draco: ...shut up
It was hot that day. Yes, but a pure black cloak was present, billowing out behind her, gently sweeping the
ground.
Hermione: So her dress and her cloak are dragging in the dirt behind her
Ron: A short slutty elf?
Draco: Stop that
The hood was pulled up, casting shadows on her perfectly proportional face.
Ron: A hot, short, slutty-
Draco: *Hurls a pillow that hits Ron in the temple and knock shim off the couch* I said *stop*.
Ron: Ow...
She was thin, yet her body showed strength.
Ron: Ok, so shes not an elf. Shes a gymnast
Draco: Thats a little better...
Ron: A gymnast elf.
Draco: *Closes his eyes* Deep breaths... count backwards from ten...
That she had been through the worst and survived.
Hermione: Thats a dependant sentence that has no independant part to that
Harry: How about those of us who dont master english?
Hermione: That sentence sucked
Long, flowing, black and silver hair that looked as if it fell to her lower back. (The two colors were mixed
together in natural streaks, both colors playing an equal part.)
Ron: I really dont think that last part needs to be in parantheses
Eyes hidden by the shadow.
Harry: Weve already established that. Shadows on the face. Lets move on
She looked as an angel would. A dark angel maybe, but and angel all the same.
Ron: ...right. Wings and all?
Draco: Youre just pissed it isnt an elf.
Ron: ....ok, I admit it.
She knew not why she was there, but she knew she had to go.
Hermione: Is *anybody* following this?
She didn’t know where she was going, but somehow, the feeling that made her leave her home told her she
was going the right way.
Draco: I dont think one feeling can do multiple tasks. That would require a second, independantly acting
feeling
A feeling, an instinct, made her drive on. Even thought her body was deprived of sleep and food, she drove
on.
Harry: Speaking of something... what the *hell* does this have to do with wizards??
::~//~::
Please tell me what you think of thisso I can post the whole thing. I have about 4 or 5 chapters completed
now (just not all typed up) and this is only about 1/8 of the first chapter. Or I might make it an prolouge.
Tell me what you think. Please review ^_^
Draco: Desperate please for reviews. So very sad
Hermione: I dont know... maybe if Tiger did, Tempered wouldnt be empty
Tiger: Hey!
Draco: ...that was a pretty impressive shot, Granger
Harry: *Ahem* ...final thoughts?
Ron: Elves rule!
Draco: *Puts head in hands and sighs* ......