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Jul. 5th, 2006 10:34 amMaya's finished "If You've A Ready Mind", eee! The chapters are memoried here . It's a Ravenclaw!Draco fic and is enormously good. From chapter one:
"Draco was sick and tired of these fools. Crabbe and Goyle would never have kept bothering him like this, he was all alone in an icy blue tower and what his father would say when he heard of this didn't bear thinking...
"He sat at the window with his arms locked around his knees, trying to tell the world how very displeased he was through the medium of icy, disdainful silence.
"Clearly his icy disdain needed work, because that speccy twit Terry Boot came and sat on the window ledge beside him, comfortably propping an arm against Draco's drawn-up knees. Draco was in the middle of swallowing his rage and made a funny noise that the idiot utterly misinterpreted.
"'You can cry if you want,' he whispered. 'D'you miss your mum?'
"Draco drew himself up. 'Obviously, being practically twelve, I do not miss my mother, and even if I did I certainly would not weep like a woman about it. I am not upset. I am outraged! I have been placed in this house against my will and I feel that a case could be made for that hat kidnapping me. I shall inform my father, and he will sue.'"
I'm going to be a bit busy for a couple of weeks and then on holiday; updates/comments possibly even less frequent then usual.
"Draco was sick and tired of these fools. Crabbe and Goyle would never have kept bothering him like this, he was all alone in an icy blue tower and what his father would say when he heard of this didn't bear thinking...
"He sat at the window with his arms locked around his knees, trying to tell the world how very displeased he was through the medium of icy, disdainful silence.
"Clearly his icy disdain needed work, because that speccy twit Terry Boot came and sat on the window ledge beside him, comfortably propping an arm against Draco's drawn-up knees. Draco was in the middle of swallowing his rage and made a funny noise that the idiot utterly misinterpreted.
"'You can cry if you want,' he whispered. 'D'you miss your mum?'
"Draco drew himself up. 'Obviously, being practically twelve, I do not miss my mother, and even if I did I certainly would not weep like a woman about it. I am not upset. I am outraged! I have been placed in this house against my will and I feel that a case could be made for that hat kidnapping me. I shall inform my father, and he will sue.'"
I'm going to be a bit busy for a couple of weeks and then on holiday; updates/comments possibly even less frequent then usual.