Post by appingo on Aug 11, 2011 13:10:47 GMT -5
Now, I do write fanfic on occasion, but it's not really my dedication to writing. And I have no qualms to people posting their original stuff on this forum, so I'm going to post some of my original stuff here for you all to stare at and wonder wth I'm on.
I'm going to start out with a short series of one-shots that are interlinked with two of my characters, Minnie and Kaeja. Minnie and Kaeja, in the universe the one-shots are set in, are Witches within the Harry Potter universe going to an American school based on International Magic (so they don't just learn 'European magic'). Most of the time though they spend their time in one of my story projects on the run from some oil executive that wants to steal Kaeja for reasons unknown. I'll stop bothering you, though, here's the writing.
It was in sophomore Alchemy when Kaeja Olafsdottir made gold from iron and ginger. A feat, Ms. Zhaung would later proclaim, only possible with a mind perfectly balanced in the opposites of Yin and Yang. This might have been believable with the most eccentric of wizards, but Kaeja wasn’t exactly eccentric: instead she was simply off balanced.
Minnie became her roommate at an awkward point in the school year, with Agnes Flynn proclaiming she couldn’t handle Kaeja’s weirdness and Minnie having one too many non-magic fights with Chloe Daggett.
Managable enough at first, that was Minnie’s thoughts on the odd girl with overly large eyes, eccentric clothing fashions and badly dyed hair. Kaeja would sit in front of the window all night, staring up between the pine trees at the clouds or on occassional, hopefuly nights the stars. Even when it was raining, Kaeja would sit in front of the window, and it bothered Minnie so much it kept her awake at night.
There wasn’t a real reason for it to bother her, Kaeja never made any noise or kept a light on. She just sat there.
Maybe it was the nagging thought in her mind of when exactly did she sleep?
“Are you ever going to go to bed?” Minnie finally asked one night, when the plugged in electric clock hit 1:11am.
Kaeja tilted her head slightly, then turned it towards Minnie, who was lying sideways in bed, just wishing the other girl would crawl into her own bed and pretend to fall asleep.
“Is there a problem…?” Kaeja trailed off nervously, as she stood from the windowsill, staring at Minnie.
“Just wondering when you sleep,” Minnie sighed, turning over to look away from her. “It’s like you’re a superhuman or something.”
“Aren’t we, though? We’re witches.”
“Witches still need to sleep,” Minnie yawned.
“Oh,” Minnie heard the floorboards creak, and through the moonlight drifting through the window Kaeja sat at earlier, Minnie watched the thin, frail girl lie down on the bed without putting the covers over herself. She turned and adjusted herself for several minutes, until Kaeja ended up staring at the ceiling on her back.
When, or if Kaeja fell asleep, Minnie didn’t know. Her eyes became too heavy and she drifted off somewhere between 1:34 and 6:47am.
They’re now Juniors and Kaeja put forward the request to be roommates with Minnie again.
Minnie’s notified of this through the mail system, and her mother curiously asks who this ‘Kay-Juh’ girl is with the all-too-familiar snort of disgust. It’s pointless to explain to the woman, who Minnie sometimes questions if she’s related to. She sends the owl back to the school approving the request, then ends up wondering how much sleep she’ll actually get this year.
It’s the day before classes and Minnie is dragging her suitcase up the stairs at 7am and is shocked to find Kaeja there at the sole window in the room looking outside.
(Why she is shocked at this she doesn’t know, it’s one of the few things she shouldn’t be shocked about.)
The angle it provides in the evening will be perfect for Kaeja, Minnie realizes, to watch the sun vanish behind the trees as night takes over the school grounds.
“Have a good summer?” Minnie asks in what she manages to be a cheerful tone, but it sounds awkward coming out of her mouth. She isn’t used to small talk and simple formalities, but for different reasons in comparion to Kaeja’s awkward nature.
Kaeja doesn’t answer, but instead raises her arms above her head and stretches.
Why was she expecting a response? She shrugs it off and slams her suitcase on the bed, readying it to unpack.
“I almost died this summer,” Kaeja finally speaks.
The pause that fills the room is interupted with the laughter of gossipy girls and the dragging of suitcases outside of their door.
“Oh?” Minnie finally responds, wondering if she should pry more or leave the topic to dead air.
Kaeja continues, however. “Something attacked me. But it’s okay. Things attack my family a lot.”
Her voice didn’t make it sound okay, but Minnie isn’t sure what the strange girl wants. If they had been friends maybe she would have hugged her, but her mind reminds her they’re just roommates and she seems to be the only one that can tolerate the strange girl in their year’s cabin.
Minnie starts to unpack.
School starts.
It’s lunchtime and Minnie is catching up with her fellow Quadpot team members over what happened during the summer when Kaeja takes a seat at the edge of their table. There’s an awkward silence, where all the girls stare pointedly at Kaeja as she arranges her peas into an equalateral triangle, then the conversation starts up again at an awkward pace. Without eating any of her food and instead arranging it into weird patterns, Kaeja abandons the table, throws out her tray, and leaves the lunchroom.
“What the hell?” Now that she is gone the girl on Minnie’s right feels that it is appropriate to comment on her appearance. “What was she doing with her food?”
“Shapes,” mumbles another girl in disapproval.
“I’m so sorry for you, Minnie,” a third girl says, sipping her milk through two straws. “What’s it like having her a roommate?”
“Just fine,” Minnie tells them, and her glare is a silencer enough to the group. She finds that it is none of their business concerning the remarkable talent Kaeja has with avoiding sleep.
Later in the day Minnie spots Kaeja outside by the stream that runs through campus, crouched down, the edges of her bare feet being lapped at by the water. Minnie wanders over and is reminded of Narcissus from mythology, with how intently the crazed girl is looking at her reflection.
“Quick question,” Minnie isn’t sure how to go about this, but the curiousity is ebbing at the edge of her mind. “What exactly was it that tried to kill you this summer?”
“Spirits,” Kaeja’s response is a whisper and Minnie struggles to hear it from the rushing stream and a bird chirping overhead. “It’s always spirits.”
Minnie wonders how safe the school is, having its fair share of spirit rumors, but only a couple known ghosts who would rather spend their time playing raquetball than bothering Kaeja.
She felt this urge to protect with her younger sister before, but Minnie never recalled it being felt for anyone else.
I'm going to start out with a short series of one-shots that are interlinked with two of my characters, Minnie and Kaeja. Minnie and Kaeja, in the universe the one-shots are set in, are Witches within the Harry Potter universe going to an American school based on International Magic (so they don't just learn 'European magic'). Most of the time though they spend their time in one of my story projects on the run from some oil executive that wants to steal Kaeja for reasons unknown. I'll stop bothering you, though, here's the writing.
It was in sophomore Alchemy when Kaeja Olafsdottir made gold from iron and ginger. A feat, Ms. Zhaung would later proclaim, only possible with a mind perfectly balanced in the opposites of Yin and Yang. This might have been believable with the most eccentric of wizards, but Kaeja wasn’t exactly eccentric: instead she was simply off balanced.
Minnie became her roommate at an awkward point in the school year, with Agnes Flynn proclaiming she couldn’t handle Kaeja’s weirdness and Minnie having one too many non-magic fights with Chloe Daggett.
Managable enough at first, that was Minnie’s thoughts on the odd girl with overly large eyes, eccentric clothing fashions and badly dyed hair. Kaeja would sit in front of the window all night, staring up between the pine trees at the clouds or on occassional, hopefuly nights the stars. Even when it was raining, Kaeja would sit in front of the window, and it bothered Minnie so much it kept her awake at night.
There wasn’t a real reason for it to bother her, Kaeja never made any noise or kept a light on. She just sat there.
Maybe it was the nagging thought in her mind of when exactly did she sleep?
“Are you ever going to go to bed?” Minnie finally asked one night, when the plugged in electric clock hit 1:11am.
Kaeja tilted her head slightly, then turned it towards Minnie, who was lying sideways in bed, just wishing the other girl would crawl into her own bed and pretend to fall asleep.
“Is there a problem…?” Kaeja trailed off nervously, as she stood from the windowsill, staring at Minnie.
“Just wondering when you sleep,” Minnie sighed, turning over to look away from her. “It’s like you’re a superhuman or something.”
“Aren’t we, though? We’re witches.”
“Witches still need to sleep,” Minnie yawned.
“Oh,” Minnie heard the floorboards creak, and through the moonlight drifting through the window Kaeja sat at earlier, Minnie watched the thin, frail girl lie down on the bed without putting the covers over herself. She turned and adjusted herself for several minutes, until Kaeja ended up staring at the ceiling on her back.
When, or if Kaeja fell asleep, Minnie didn’t know. Her eyes became too heavy and she drifted off somewhere between 1:34 and 6:47am.
They’re now Juniors and Kaeja put forward the request to be roommates with Minnie again.
Minnie’s notified of this through the mail system, and her mother curiously asks who this ‘Kay-Juh’ girl is with the all-too-familiar snort of disgust. It’s pointless to explain to the woman, who Minnie sometimes questions if she’s related to. She sends the owl back to the school approving the request, then ends up wondering how much sleep she’ll actually get this year.
It’s the day before classes and Minnie is dragging her suitcase up the stairs at 7am and is shocked to find Kaeja there at the sole window in the room looking outside.
(Why she is shocked at this she doesn’t know, it’s one of the few things she shouldn’t be shocked about.)
The angle it provides in the evening will be perfect for Kaeja, Minnie realizes, to watch the sun vanish behind the trees as night takes over the school grounds.
“Have a good summer?” Minnie asks in what she manages to be a cheerful tone, but it sounds awkward coming out of her mouth. She isn’t used to small talk and simple formalities, but for different reasons in comparion to Kaeja’s awkward nature.
Kaeja doesn’t answer, but instead raises her arms above her head and stretches.
Why was she expecting a response? She shrugs it off and slams her suitcase on the bed, readying it to unpack.
“I almost died this summer,” Kaeja finally speaks.
The pause that fills the room is interupted with the laughter of gossipy girls and the dragging of suitcases outside of their door.
“Oh?” Minnie finally responds, wondering if she should pry more or leave the topic to dead air.
Kaeja continues, however. “Something attacked me. But it’s okay. Things attack my family a lot.”
Her voice didn’t make it sound okay, but Minnie isn’t sure what the strange girl wants. If they had been friends maybe she would have hugged her, but her mind reminds her they’re just roommates and she seems to be the only one that can tolerate the strange girl in their year’s cabin.
Minnie starts to unpack.
School starts.
It’s lunchtime and Minnie is catching up with her fellow Quadpot team members over what happened during the summer when Kaeja takes a seat at the edge of their table. There’s an awkward silence, where all the girls stare pointedly at Kaeja as she arranges her peas into an equalateral triangle, then the conversation starts up again at an awkward pace. Without eating any of her food and instead arranging it into weird patterns, Kaeja abandons the table, throws out her tray, and leaves the lunchroom.
“What the hell?” Now that she is gone the girl on Minnie’s right feels that it is appropriate to comment on her appearance. “What was she doing with her food?”
“Shapes,” mumbles another girl in disapproval.
“I’m so sorry for you, Minnie,” a third girl says, sipping her milk through two straws. “What’s it like having her a roommate?”
“Just fine,” Minnie tells them, and her glare is a silencer enough to the group. She finds that it is none of their business concerning the remarkable talent Kaeja has with avoiding sleep.
Later in the day Minnie spots Kaeja outside by the stream that runs through campus, crouched down, the edges of her bare feet being lapped at by the water. Minnie wanders over and is reminded of Narcissus from mythology, with how intently the crazed girl is looking at her reflection.
“Quick question,” Minnie isn’t sure how to go about this, but the curiousity is ebbing at the edge of her mind. “What exactly was it that tried to kill you this summer?”
“Spirits,” Kaeja’s response is a whisper and Minnie struggles to hear it from the rushing stream and a bird chirping overhead. “It’s always spirits.”
Minnie wonders how safe the school is, having its fair share of spirit rumors, but only a couple known ghosts who would rather spend their time playing raquetball than bothering Kaeja.
She felt this urge to protect with her younger sister before, but Minnie never recalled it being felt for anyone else.
