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June 27, 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 9
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“Well… it’s Tuesday,” Kim said, her fingers cold and clammy under the breakfast table. Ron next to her looked at her with a bewildered face and then glanced at Harry across the table who looked much the same. Harry seemed wholly disinterested though, as he was about everything lately. Kim supposed that wasn’t his fault given that the entire school was on about him being crazy, and just yesterday he’d apparently gotten in a yelling match with Professor Umbridge. Kim wasn’t looking forward to her first class with the woman herself, which was later that day. But even that thought couldn’t dampen her spirits.
“You’ve caught on, then? It’s always come after Monday,” Ron finally said when it was clear no one was going to respond to her statement.
“Yes, I’ve notices that…” Kim said. She was looking at Hermione, since she was the person she’d really been trying to talk to from the beginning. Hermione however was lost in a copy of the Daily Prophet. “It’s just this particular Tuesday that I’ve been looking forward to,” she said, leaning closer to Hermione. At this she finally snapped to attention.
“Oh! It’s that Tuesday already, is it?”
“Yes, that Tuesday,” Kim muttered nervously. It was the Tuesday that Fred had ‘requested her presence’ for what Kim was increasingly beginning to think might actually be a date.
“Well… perhaps you’ll get some leverage with those two… if all goes well,” Hermione said, going back to her newspaper. Kim pursed her lips. “They must stop this nonsense with the joke shop. They can’t test their products on students.”
Kim 100 percent doubted that, even though she had quite a bit of leverage with the boys, that she would be trying to convince them out of anything in regards to the joke shop. In fact, she was more likely to do her best to help them avoid Hermione’s unreasonably iron fist in regards to the matter.
“Well, aren’t you all a ray of sunshine,” Kim muttered grumpily, stuffing in her last bite. “I’ll see you later.” As she stood Ron gave her a nod and a muffled, “later,” Harry didn’t bother do much more than glance at her vacantly, and Hermione nodded at her distractedly as she scanned over the newspaper. Kim sighed. Some friend you lot are, she thought sourly.
After double transfiguration, Kim had Defense Against the Dark Arts, which from what she had heard was bound to be terrible. She entered the room, Professor Umbridge standing behind her desk with folded hands and a frighteningly sweet smile on her toad-like face. Kim sat down beside Clemon.
“Someone should be defending her from that terrible knit,” Clemon murmured, making Kim snicker.
–Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson
–Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson
"If you’re having trouble getting your daily writing session started, begin with a warm up. Set a..."
Find your rhythm, ignore your internal editor. In fact, duct tape your internal editor’s mouth shut for a half hour. Some days, all you need to fly is a good running start.”
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Courtney Alameda is the Bram Stoker Award-nominated author of Shutter, and the forthcoming novel Pitch Dark (June 2017). A veteran bookseller and librarian, she now writes full-time and lives in Utah with her husband.
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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 9
Show Off
“Well… it’s Tuesday,” Kim said, her fingers cold and clammy under the breakfast table. Ron next to her looked at her with a bewildered face and then glanced at Harry across the table who looked much the same. Harry seemed wholly disinterested though, as he was about everything lately. Kim supposed that wasn’t his fault given that the entire school was on about him being crazy, and just yesterday he’d apparently gotten in a yelling match with Professor Umbridge. Kim wasn’t looking forward to her first class with the woman herself, which was later that day. But even that thought couldn’t dampen her spirits.
“You’ve caught on, then? It’s always come after Monday,” Ron finally said when it was clear no one was going to respond to her statement.
“Yes, I’ve notices that…” Kim said. She was looking at Hermione, since she was the person she’d really been trying to talk to from the beginning. Hermione however was lost in a copy of the Daily Prophet. “It’s just this particular Tuesday that I’ve been looking forward to,” she said, leaning closer to Hermione. At this she finally snapped to attention.
“Oh! It’s that Tuesday already, is it?”
“Yes, that Tuesday,” Kim muttered nervously. It was the Tuesday that Fred had ‘requested her presence’ for what Kim was increasingly beginning to think might actually be a date.
“Well… perhaps you’ll get some leverage with those two… if all goes well,” Hermione said, going back to her newspaper. Kim pursed her lips. “They must stop this nonsense with the joke shop. They can’t test their products on students.”
Kim 100 percent doubted that, even though she had quite a bit of leverage with the boys, that she would be trying to convince them out of anything in regards to the joke shop. In fact, she was more likely to do her best to help them avoid Hermione’s unreasonably iron fist in regards to the matter.
“Well, aren’t you all a ray of sunshine,” Kim muttered grumpily, stuffing in her last bite. “I’ll see you later.” As she stood Ron gave her a nod and a muffled, “later,” Harry didn’t bother do much more than glance at her vacantly, and Hermione nodded at her distractedly as she scanned over the newspaper. Kim sighed. Some friend you lot are, she thought sourly.
After double transfiguration, Kim had Defense Against the Dark Arts, which from what she had heard was bound to be terrible. She entered the room, Professor Umbridge standing behind her desk with folded hands and a frighteningly sweet smile on her toad-like face. Kim sat down beside Clemon.
“Someone should be defending her from that terrible knit,” Clemon murmured, making Kim snicker.
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