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October 20, 2015
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
October 19, 2015
putthepromptsonpaper:
“I’ve tried to be polite, but you need to shut the fuck up or I will knock...
“I’ve tried to be polite, but you need to shut the fuck up or I will knock you unconscious”
October 18, 2015
Kim Shimmers and the Diviner’s Curse
A Harry Potter Fanfic by me (and sequel to Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl)
(Art not mine, couldn’t find credits. Let me know if you know them!)
This Harry Potter fanfic will be posted, if all goes well, every weekend.
Chapter 2
Bellhop
Kim sulked quite a lot over the next week, bitter and downtrodden that she wouldn’t be going to visit Fred and George. She’d had an odd dream that she was fairly certain was another premonition, and after some deliberation, she decided to include it in her letter to Fred and George. She wrote back, and after letting Errol rest up for a few days to regain his strength, she attached the letter to him and sent him off.
Thanks for inviting me guys. Really, I would have loved to come. But, my Mom is being really, really, really awful. She won’t let me leave early for the summer. So I guess I won’t see you two until the school year starts. Hope to see you on the train in? I’ll save you a seat if I don’t see you on the platform.
Have fun at the game,
Kim
P.S. Tell Percy he’s looking splendidly toadish today for me
P.P.S. I know you don’t really know this about me, but I practice divination. Maybe this sounds crazy but I had a dream that I think might give away who wins the Quidditch World Cup. I wasn’t sure if you would be angry or not about finding out the winner ahead of time. I’m not even sure if this was actually a premonition or just a dream, but if it is a premonition I wanted to prove I actually saw it ahead of time… so I wrote the dream on the back of this letter just in case it was. Don’t read it unless you don’t mind having the game spoiled for you.
On the back of the letter she wrote the rest.
In the dream, I’m sitting at my aunt’s kitchen table. There’s a newspaper on it, and the heading says this: “Quidditch World Cup Takes Unexpected Turn; Ireland Wins by Krum Catching Snitch.” I’m not really sure what that means, or if those are teams that are even playing… but I guess we’ll see.
As the date of the Quidditch World Cup came and went, Kim attempted not to be sullen or sour with her mother, though both were very difficult. She mostly spent the time cooped up in her room, pouring over divination and magical creature books she’d brought home with her. She’d already finished all of her homework for the summer though, so she didn’t even have that to occupy her mind.
Kim was having just such an evening, laying across her bed with her feet up in the air, fan blowing in the window to help cool her. She had to keep her thumb over the edge of Deeper into the Mind; Heptomology’s Most Profound Uses to keep the pages from flapping up in the wind. The door to her room flew open, and she already knew who it was before she looked up.
Retta sighed heavily and flopped onto the bed as she huffed, “Hey dude.”
“Hey.”
“So my parents were just over at the Baker’s… bad news.”
“What?” Kim asked, sitting up and closing her book. She recalled running into the Baker’s the other day with Retta, the unpleasant experience with the yard sale and Strix…
“Mrs. Baker’s dead…”
The room was quite for a long, pregnant moment in which the whirring of the fan became as loud as a twister.
“What?” Kim said, disbelieving. Like maybe she just misheard.
“Yeah. She’s dead, her funeral was just the other day.”
Again, silence. “Oh my god… I can’t believe that. We just saw her!”
“I know… You know how she’s been sick for a long time. I mean it’s been years. I guess it finally just caught up with her.”
Kim really didn’t know anything at all about Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, but from what she’d overheard during adult conversations, it was a nasty thing. Kim wasn’t even sure what that meant, though. To her those had always just been words adults used to explain things. She supposed it meant it was something that would kill you, like cancer. Kim did know a little bit about cancer. She’d had two sisters once. Danni, her younger sister, and Fran who had been much, much older. But that was an old wound, or a scar of sorts now, she supposed.
“Poor Mr. Baker… I feel so terrible,” Kim said, laying back on the bed beside Retta, who didn’t seem like she was going to say anything in response. “Think of the last time we saw Mrs. Baker. Remember what happened?”
“Right,” Retta said, remembering. “That’s…”
Kim groaned, covering her face. “I can’t believe it. I mean, I wasn’t close to her or anything, but I just can’t help but feel so weird that her last memory of me, and my last memory of her is Strix being stupid and attacking her like a maniac.”
