Katherine Frances's Blog, page 155
September 23, 2017
Kim Shimmers and the Black Prophecy
A Harry Potter Fanfic by me (and the 3rd installment of the Kim Shimmers series)
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted at the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 16
Confirmation
The rest of the week was nightmarish. The entire school whispered behind her back, hissing beast lover as she passed by in the halls and snickering. Tuesday she made her way from Transfiguration to Defense Against the Dark Arts. She had Transfiguration with Clemon, so she was also in the hallway afterword, making her way to her next class.
“I have to ask,” she said, making Kim slow to a stop and turn to grimace at her. She knew this was not going to be pleasant, whatever it was. “Is it true? I’ll believe you if you say it’s not, I’ve just got to know.”
Kim’s frown deepened into a scowl, looking ahead at the hall and avoiding Clemons gaze. “It’s true,” she said plainly. She could’ve lied and told Clemon that the article was false. But why should she? Why should she be so ashamed that she deny the truth?
Kim could see Clemon’s wide eyes from her peripheral vision. She simply stared for a moment in disbelief.
“I’m not ashamed,” Kim continued. “Just because you’re narrow minded, I’m not going to apologize for who I kiss.”
“I-” she began, but didn’t seem quite capable of fathoming Kim’s response. “I don’t even know, Kim… I don’t even know who you are, I thought you were a normal, respectable—”
“Yeah, well, I’m not,” Kim snapped, facing Clemon finally and lifting her arms in a broad gesture before she let them slap down to her legs. She turned and made her way down a separate hallway, leaving Clemon behind.
Kim arrived at Defense Against the Dark Arts with black cloud swirling over her conscious. She shuffled into the class past two Ravenclaw girls that she didn’t know very well.
“That’s her,” one whispered to the other, loud enough that Kim could hear them as she passed.
“Who?” said the other.
“The girl who did it with a monster!”
“What?” exclaimed the other girl, still in a whisper. “Ew! That’s disgusting.”
“I know. But you see it sometimes. Just like some muggles screw goats, some wizards screw—”
“He’s not a monster,” Kim snapped as she slumped into a seat and twisted to face the girls who looked at her as if she might bight. “He’s an andasoe. Not a monster. A person.”
The first girl snorted and rolled her eyes, looking to her friend. “Sounds like something a beast lover would say,” she laughed. Kim gritted her teeth but merely shook her head and turned to face forward. To her horror, a fat wall of pink stood before her desk.
“Miss Shimmers,” said Professor Umbridge shrilly, “what is this I hear?” She looked utterly elated. Kim looked at her darkly, knowing full well anything she could say would land her in trouble. Maybe she would be best off if she simply said nothing.
Found a tree spiret hiding in some tiny mushrooms today.
Found a tree spiret hiding in some tiny mushrooms today.
nobby-art:
bastion-official:
so if generic wizards use wands and staffs to cast spells I’m gonna...
so if generic wizards use wands and staffs to cast spells I’m gonna bring up the idea of modern era magicians using what they can find with a wooden body, like teens picking up baseball bats and 2x4s
imagine just running out of mana or whatever and instead of slinking back you just crack your rune laden bat over a particularly punkish goblin
yall mind if i
