... to get smacked again. So… what was it about? It was from your father in the Capitol, right? Is everything okay?" "Are you sure it was proper for her to read it?" Hugo asks. Albus gives him an odd look. "What would be improper about it?" His cousin pulls a face. "You're too lenient," he admonishes. "If you let her talk to anyone she likes, she's going to betray you. It always happens, that's ...
.... With my eyes to the floor, I can't see anything beyond the carpets on which we stand. They're woven through with signs of peace and tranquility. Clearing his throat, the eunuch announces in his odd timbre, "Your Imperial Majesty, may I present--" "That's not HER!" a voice exclaims. My face heats as I recognize it for his, the Prince's heir: the boy with a proclivity for putting his hands ...
...it. After all, the stars never lie. Is it odd, then, that my life has turned out this way? ... a roll of paper, his long legs gangly and odd looking in his Manchu trousers. Grandfather sits elegantly with ...find my eyes straying. As the sun rises higher, odd looking buildings seem to pop up from nowhere, and...be bound, but her shoes are actually attached to oddwooden stilts that pose as feet. She's ...
...window, I could see the expression on his face, odd like he was searching me for something. He looked...for a moment and then shook his head. An odd smile twisted his lips. "That imbecile." I could ... back from sleeping, the braids sticking out at odd angles, and the blue streaks at his temples had...fucking throat ?" I demanded. Hilary was making these oddkind of squawks like a chicken laying eggs and...
.... Now that we have more entries posted, though, the fest is back to its usual awesomeness! Good work, Snarry Games! LOL I'm not much for recommendations (my tastes in fic are a bit odd), but my favorite entry by far has been Thrice Turned by ThreeSidedOrchid. Snape has just died, but instead of appearing before Harry in the Forbidden Forest when Harry uses the ResurrectionStone (as we all know...
... by Oscar Wilde. It's fabulous and creepy, and you should read it! CHAPTER 17 Grandfather is still odd and incoherent from learning of my sexual proclivities. It's a bad idea to leave me with him. ... can't see him. The Professor follows. He murmurs something like, "I don't mind the curses." Odd noises, and I grasp the knob tighter. It's coldagainst my skin. Percy's laugh again, breathless...
... bed. Sits on it and looks at me like I'm supposed to do something. "Your hair is red everywhere," I tell her. "I think you're really very handsome now," she tells me. "As handsome as you are odd. Maybe more." "I've always looked this way," I tell her. "Only the hair is different." She shakes her head and motions me beside her. "It's not the hair. All of you is different now." I don't disagree...