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September 6, 2016
"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about..."
- Unknown (via hplyrikz)
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Someone who knows me:… so, whacha writin’?Me:… something newThem:…Shouldn’t you be...
Someone who knows me:… so, whacha writin’?
Me:… something new
Them:…Shouldn’t you be working on the other thing…
Them: You know, the thing, the sequel, the thing people are expecting and waiting for, you know the thing–
Me:
September 5, 2016
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 14
Umbridge’s Revenge
By morning the scars were invisible. Kim wasn’t truly looking forward to another detention at all, especially since it was Friday, and especially since she knew she would have to come back again Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. But then another worry creased her brow. Would Umbridge continue to give her detention until Kim wrote the words she was supposed to? If so, that would mean interfering with D.A. And she didn’t want that… but the thought of giving in to that vile woman made her feel sick.
So she held out hope that by directly defying Umbridge, the sour woman would find detention with Kim so aversive that she would give up on them. So for the following days, Kim wrote I must remember myself and be precisely who I please vigorously across her page. She pressed hard and fast, willing the words to become a permanent fixture on her body, because they, more than anything she’d ever done, were a symbol of her resistance. If Umbridge was going to be stubborn, Kim would just have to be more stubborn. This was a mind game, and one that Kim would not loose.
“You are quite a loathsome girl,” Umbridge breathed on Monday night. She had finally broken her mask. Kim smiled an evil smile. “Fine!” Umbridge said, her voice quaking. “If you want to allow yourself be led astray by hooligans, I can do nothing for you. Just know, Miss Shimmers, that I will be watching you. Watching you very closely. And if you so much as inch a toe out of line, I will catch you.” Her expression and voice seethed with hatred that only made Kim’s smile widen.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Umbridge. Keep up the spotty work,” she said as she turned, laughter in her voice. She scooped up her things, blood dripping from her hand and splotching the desk as she passed. Kim only looked back to enjoy Professor Umbride’s spluttering face as she shut the office door behind her.
The next two weeks past, and while Umbridge made good on her promise to stalk Kim like a bloodhound on a scent, it didn’t bother Kim. Clemon one day spotted the now grey scars on Kim’s hand. They hadn’t much spoken since her refusal to join D.A.
“That’s really sick, Kim,” Clemon said disdainfully, eyeing her hand. Kim looked at the words but didn’t bother to hide them.
She shrugged. “I think it’s a good reminder…” She wasn’t going to bother herself by trying to explain why she had scars on her hands. She wasn’t much interested in talking with Clemon anyway, since she evidently thought her friends were terrible, needy liars.
“Kim… what’s the matter with you. First your off cavorting with the least trustworthy of this entire school-” Kim shot her a warning glare that told her to keep her voice down. She did lower her voice when she said, “And now your cutting disturbing messages into your hand? You’ve taken a turn for the worst Kim—”
“Oh have I? Well, lucky for you then that you were smart enough to stay well away from me.”
Clemon tisked with disgust, standing from her armchair. “You know,” she said looking down at Kim disdainfully. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were becoming something of a dark witch.”
"She liked the way her name
rolled off his lips.
It sounded like a sin
he couldn’t wait to commit.
He..."
rolled off his lips.
It sounded like a sin
he couldn’t wait to commit.
He sounded like a hero
who needed saving.”
- Shaine Salcedo, Vices (via wnq-writers)
September 4, 2016
Someone who knows me:… so, whacha writin’?Me:… something...
Someone who knows me:… so, whacha writin’?
Me:… something new
Them:…Shouldn’t you be working on the other thing…
Them: You know, the thing, the sequel, the thing people are expecting and waiting for, you know the thing–
Me:
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 14
Umbridge’s Revenge
By morning the scars were invisible. Kim wasn’t truly looking forward to another detention at all, especially since it was Friday, and especially since she knew she would have to come back again Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. But then another worry creased her brow. Would Umbridge continue to give her detention until Kim wrote the words she was supposed to? If so, that would mean interfering with D.A. And she didn’t want that… but the thought of giving in to that vile woman made her feel sick.
So she held out hope that by directly defying Umbridge, the sour woman would find detention with Kim so aversive that she would give up on them. So for the following days, Kim wrote I must remember myself and be precisely who I please vigorously across her page. She pressed hard and fast, willing the words to become a permanent fixture on her body, because they, more than anything she’d ever done, were a symbol of her resistance. If Umbridge was going to be stubborn, Kim would just have to be more stubborn. This was a mind game, and one that Kim would not loose.
“You are quite a loathsome girl,” Umbridge breathed on Monday night. She had finally broken her mask. Kim smiled an evil smile. “Fine!” Umbridge said, her voice quaking. “If you want to allow yourself be led astray by hooligans, I can do nothing for you. Just know, Miss Shimmers, that I will be watching you. Watching you very closely. And if you so much as inch a toe out of line, I will catch you.” Her expression and voice seethed with hatred that only made Kim’s smile widen.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Umbridge. Keep up the spotty work,” she said as she turned, laughter in her voice. She scooped up her things, blood dripping from her hand and splotching the desk as she passed. Kim only looked back to enjoy Professor Umbride’s spluttering face as she shut the office door behind her.
The next two weeks past, and while Umbridge made good on her promise to stalk Kim like a bloodhound on a scent, it didn’t bother Kim. Clemon one day spotted the now grey scars on Kim’s hand. They hadn’t much spoken since her refusal to join D.A.
“That’s really sick, Kim,” Clemon said disdainfully, eyeing her hand. Kim looked at the words but didn’t bother to hide them.
She shrugged. “I think it’s a good reminder…” She wasn’t going to bother herself by trying to explain why she had scars on her hands. She wasn’t much interested in talking with Clemon anyway, since she evidently thought her friends were terrible, needy liars.
“Kim… what’s the matter with you. First your off cavorting with the least trustworthy of this entire school-” Kim shot her a warning glare that told her to keep her voice down. She did lower her voice when she said, “And now your cutting disturbing messages into your hand? You’ve taken a turn for the worst Kim—”
“Oh have I? Well, lucky for you then that you were smart enough to stay well away from me.”
Clemon tisked with disgust, standing from her armchair. “You know,” she said looking down at Kim disdainfully. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were becoming something of a dark witch.”
