TITLE: I Heart Hogwarts (and I Spork Mary-Sues)
PERPETRATOR: DruChael
SUE-O-METER:
FULL NAME: Kristin Chael and Taylor
SPECIES: human/witches (probably witches)
HAIR: Taylor has red hair.
EYES: Taylor's are 'jolly blue eyes'.
MARKINGS: none mentioned
POSESSIONS: None mentioned.
ORIGIN: They are randomly attacked by Death Eaters in some woods and wake up at Hogwarts, where Kristin mistakes Snape for Alan Rickman.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: They only just got there. Give them time.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: none mentioned, but one of them says 'It’s in the laws of fantasy novels—you don’t get transported into an adventure unless you have some kind of special powers', which I find rather forboding.
NOTES: A fair amount of effort went into this one... unfortunately, it's still terribly cliche and dull.
SAMPLE:
My eyes opened slowly. It was still dark. My room was warm for once, but out of habit, I pulled the blankets closer to me and snuggled deeper into the bed. I wondered what time it was, but was far too lazy to look for a clock. I resolved to just let the time slip by and go back to sleep. It had just been a nightmare after all.
“We found them lying out there in the rain. They was freezing and neither one of them were breathing.”
I frowned into my pillow. Was this CSI or something? My mother watched that show on occasion, and I knew it came on late at night.
“Are they going to be all right?”
Of course not, I thought. They always die. That’s the way the plot works.
“They’ll be just fine. You got them here just in time.”
I rolled over. This couldn’t be CSI. I peered out from my warm solitude and saw the same darkness. So was someone in my room?
Upon sitting up, I noticed that there were curtains around my bed. This in itself was peculiar. I bit my lip and went to reach for the curtains, resolved to find out what was going on.
But as I reached out, the curtains swung back and I was blinded by a sudden light.
Gasping, I fell back on the bed, curling into a ball out of habit.
“Child, calm down!” came a kind voice.
I opened my eyes and blinked wildly, trying to get my eyes adjusted to the light. My vision cleared a bit, and I saw a rather ancient looking man sitting on the bed, a gentle smile on his face. I bolted up and looked out of the curtains, seeing a man with black hair and a rather harassed look on his face.
“What the--?” I rubbed my eyes and looked at the dark haired man again. “Alan Rickman?” I murmured. “No, that can’t be right…”
“Obviously she has sustained a large amount of trauma,” the dark haired man suggested.
“Woah, wait a minute,” I said. “What is going on? Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is running away from someone, and then I fell and smashed my head open against something, I—“ I had reached up to prove the point, but there was no wound there. I frowned. “What…I…”
“Madam Pomfrey healed that nasty wound,” the kindly man said.
My jaw dropped. “Woah, wait a moment—“
“Perhaps you should lie back down,” the lady said, moving towards me, but I jumped up and ran a few steps away from the three of them.
“No, I do not want to lie back down. I want to know what’s going on! Why am I here? Where is here? Why is Alan Rickman staring at me like I have two heads?” I looked around wildly. “And why the hell does this look like some Harry Potter rip-off?”
The room went tense. The dark haired man took a step forward, the older man’s eyes widened, and the lady threw a hand over her mouth.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, catching sight of myself in the mirror. “Oh, bloody hell,” I whispered. I took a shaky step towards the mirror and blinked. “Oh, please, no! This is some really weird dream, isn’t it? Or have I really gone mental?” I rubbed my eyes and opened them again, but to my horror, I was right. I was staring at an eleven year old image of myself. “Oh my god…what the hell is going on?”
“Quite a mouth on that one,” muttered the dark haired man.
I spun. “Shut up Alan Rickman!”
The man frowned. “My name is not Alan Rickman,” he snarled.
“Calm down, Severus,” the elderly man said, standing at last and placing a hand out to stop the man from trying to kill me. “She’s obviously very distressed.” He studied me intently. “What’s your name?” he asked.
I don’t know why I trusted those eyes so much, but before I could stop myself, I muttered out my nickname. “Kristin, Kristin Chael.”
“Well, Miss Chael,” the man said, taking a few more steps forward. “I don’t understand why you can’t remember anything, but we’d like to keep you here over night. We’ll contact your parents, and they can—“
“I don’t have any parents,” I muttered, looking down at the floor.
The room became silent. I swallowed and turned away, trying not to cry. I had been in the foster home for three days when those men came after me. I tried to rub the throbbing sensation out of my head.
“Bloody hell, what’s going on?” I whispered in desperation, clutching my head
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July 14 2005, 19:20:49 UTC 6 years ago
My thoughts exactly.
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*laughs* Wait....wait for it....waaaaaaaait.....*falls over laughing*
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July 14 2005, 19:31:04 UTC 6 years ago
Not only do real human voices sound different from the noise of the TV, there aren't any British people on CSI!
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July 14 2005, 19:31:06 UTC 6 years ago
I spun. “Shut up Alan Rickman!”
The man frowned. “My name is not Alan Rickman,” he snarled.
OMG, THAT IS HILARIOUS. I'M LAUGHING SO HARD INSIDE.
Wtf. Its not even funny. Yay for you. You know the actor's name. WHOOPIE. I sincerely doubt any damn wizard would know who the hell Alan Rickman is considering the actors who are muggles and wizards live in seperate worlds. Yeeeah, did you know that a bunch of wizard children flock t to see "Die Hard"? Yeah, I know...
SHUT UP NOW.
July 14 2005, 19:40:18 UTC 6 years ago
Agreed. That is the best line EVER.
July 14 2005, 19:33:00 UTC 6 years ago
Drop the sword on their heads and kill them.
Kill them dead.
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The room became silent. I swallowed and turned away, trying not to cry. I had been in the foster home for three days when those men came after me.
WOE. Because the Hogwarts professors are so unused to dealing with kids in such situations!
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been there, read that, got a lousy teeshirt
(besides, the LotR Sues killed that idea dead)
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July 14 2005, 19:46:50 UTC 6 years ago
Crap, there's an IM conversation in the first chapter:
DracosGirl80: Hey!
ThePhelpsGirl: Hey there.
DracosGirl80: What r u up 2?
ThePhelpsGirl: Nothing. Just fought with Katherine again. Apparently dear little Allen isn’t competent.
DracosGirl80: LOL! Btw, Happy Birthday!
ThePhelpsGirl: ty
DracosGirl80: U know I thought about coming to see you this weekend.
ThePhelpsGirl: YOU SHOULD!
Simply riveting. Those names make me a little queasy, and really wondering why there was the need to put "The" in front of "PhelpsGirl."
July 14 2005, 19:55:28 UTC 6 years ago
::ugh::
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July 14 2005, 19:52:43 UTC 6 years ago
HANSON GOES TO HOGWARTS D:
July 14 2005, 20:49:17 UTC 6 years ago
Nah, there's no Issac or Zac...yet.
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July 14 2005, 20:12:36 UTC 6 years ago
Although, my name is pretty common, so I should have seen it coming...but still...
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July 14 2005, 20:36:51 UTC 6 years ago
Please don't remind me about tomorrow...
... and keep all oftheus poor, beleagured booksellers in your thoughts tomorrow.It is going to be mayhem.
July 14 2005, 20:57:39 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Please don't remind me about tomorrow...
woofI know one of the B&N's in my neck of the woods is having *both* fire department and police department standing by for security
(although, I want to know why they need the fire department. What are they going to do, turn the fire hose on unruly customers?)
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Because it is my darling suethor. You make baby JK Rowling cry.
Jolly blue eyes? Is she...santa clause?
July 14 2005, 21:10:05 UTC 6 years ago
sorry gang, there's no spite in me tonight. Why, you ask?
Dur, tomarrow (today, technichally..yay!) is the final showdown between good and evil..thats right..Canon vs. Sue!Authors. That's right. As of tomarrow, dreams of gothic!hermione, slutty!hermione, taco!show!harry, manveela!ron, sue!hedwig, vampire!ginny, and, my personal favorite--sexgod!malfoy--will be relics of the past. rejoice, fellow lesbian minions.
relief is in sight.
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*headdesk*
In other news, I love you.
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