Breaking Habits Meme
I'm a bit stuck right now, and maybe this will help.... 10 ways you can tell you're reading one of my stories in the HP fandom... 1. I write dialogue with little explanation of who's talking. You get a brief scene set-up and then I expect you to keep track of it. 2. I use so way too much. This may be a journal thing rather than a fic thing, but I keep rewriting sentences to avoid it. 3. Lucius Malfoy is in it somewhere. And he's not horribly evil. He's also in love with his wife and loves his son. Even if he's not in the fic, I mention him. Stupid Lucius-obsessed muse. 4. If there is smut, there is a long workup to it. I seem to be incapable of jumping into smut. There must be plot. 5. I like big words. Or rather, I know big words and they just slip into the fics. 6. I like to torture my characters. (Okay, maybe torture isn't the right word here, since I've only got the one actual torture fic which has yet to be typed. Humiliate might be what I'm looking for). It's always good for a laugh. 7. Speaking of which, there's almost always comic relief. Even in the really serious fics, you get a bit of fun. 8. I am verbose. Or at least I consider myself to be. See what I mean? 9. I don't do much description. Which is odd, since I can picture exactly what's going on. Maybe that's why I don't. 10. I do scene transitions/fading to black, mostly using ////////////.
And now my first drabble using stuff from above......... Lucius sat down at a desk. He loathed these periodic tests. Apparently the Ministry needed to know exactly what kind of spells he'd been casting so they could keep tabs on him. It was humiliating and degrading. What were they expecting, that he'd be inane enough to conjure a Dark Mark or cast an Unforgivable? Most of the spells he did nowadays were for the entertainment or care of his grandson. Oh yes, diaper-changing spells were really dangerous. A hazard to life and limb. Well, maybe if you fired the diaper at someone.... He sighed. Hopefully it'd be over soon and he could get home. He didn't like leaving Scorpio in the care of the house elves. Scorpio. Now that was a bad name. Draco had been so panicked during the birth that he'd just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Pity he'd been looking at a horoscope page at the time.
And here's the second. It's the same idea as the first. Did I mention I'm having writing issues? The classroom was bathed in bright sunlight, which glinted off the polished wood. The windows faced south, and the room was quite hot. Lucius sat at one of the child-sized desks. He looked rather foolish, and he hated it. These tests were stupid and embarrassing. Did they think he was stupid enough to cast a spell that would get him in trouble? They'd never been able to prove anything. He'd cannibalized their precious Muggles, and they'd let him go free. They were animals. Nothing more. How dare they try to make him live by their rules? He was a Malfoy and Malfoys make their own rules! He wondered if the bitch had stopped crying yet. Damn woman, completely useless. Couldn't even manage to have more than one child.