Feb. 7th, 2007

Frozen Wave

Feb. 7th, 2007 07:54 am
raxacorricofallapatorius: (rain)
Via email from [livejournal.com profile] lonelylittleme9: http://www.harkvideos.com/arctic.htm

Here's a teaser:



Pretty, um, "cool," wouldn't you say? ;c)
raxacorricofallapatorius: (Batman!Snape)
Written for [livejournal.com profile] scribbulus_ink's Candy is Dandy Challenge. Prompt: Crabbe & Goyle, Canary Creams.

"Bloody hell, Goyle, that's the third time this week! Haven't you figured it out by now? Canary Creams turn you into a dirty great bird! What happens if you make a mess on the Common Room floor?" Vincent Crabbe huffed in exasperation.

Gregory Goyle made a noise that might have indicated embarrassment and resignation, if he'd been using actual words. Instead, what came out sounded an awful lot like "Chirp! Tweettweettweet!"

Goyle looked down at his bright yellow feathers, and inwardly sighed. He couldn't help it - Canary Creams were his favorite candy. And he rather liked the color yellow. It was cheerful and happy. Besides, as a canary, he could pretend for a short while to be anyone other than what he was. Anything other than the slow-witted, lumbering sidekick who hung around that prat Malfoy.

As a bird, he could flap his wings, and, while take-off was still not possible given his relative size and weight, if he stood out on one of Hogwart's balconies, he could close his eyes and imagine soaring over the grounds. Everyone would point and gasp in surprise and awe. He could fly over the lake, the Forbidden Forest, perhaps even all the way into Hogsmeade, dipping and diving through the air. As a bird, he was free. As a bird, he was special, different in a good way. How envious the other Slytherins would be! How proud Snape would be of him!

As a bird, he was happy.

*POP!*

"About time," grumbled Crabbe. "One of these days, you'll get stuck like that, and then where will you be? Whoever heard of the 'Canary of Slytherin?'"

With a sigh, Goyle shook his no-longer-covered-in-feathers head, and slumped onto a couch. "Sorry, Crabbe. I'll try to remember next time, honestly," he said quietly.

But inside, safely tucked away in his own dreams, the canary still soared.

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