i did a thing i have been wanting to do for like eleven years now
It is Friday and/or a holiday where some of you are, so I am dropping this here for celebratory purposes even though it’s not a story. Listen! You will not regret it.
Also, there’s a potential story in it: the unwritten tale of Harry and the short-lived Slytherin a cappella group. Which I would probably read if it ever got written. Do drop me a line if you write it (also accepting general HP musings, Cap2 musings, FF8 musings, odes to the greatness of minor characters, ‘road not taken’ AUs, descriptions of magical places, fairy tales — you know, my usual schtick).
Also also, in honor of today’s completely non-HP related holiday, let me offer you a post-canon epic that winds its way into and out of the Quodpot World Cup — in a most spectacular fashion. Quodpot is not the point of the story. The point of the story seems to be to bite my nails and make me scream at things, also to give me a lot to think about with regard to Harry’s post-Hogwarts years, the relations between wizards and Muggles, and the general shadiness of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor both. So I highly recommend it even for non-Quodpot purposes.
But, quodpot being the most popular magical sport in the United States, it seems topically relevant.
Pansy skidded into the common room, nearly knocking over the boys heading out. She didn’t think to excuse herself as she hurried past Karla and Elle, sitting in their usual nook in the common room, and whistled a few notes on her way. Elle’s eyes lit up as Karla quickly gathered their textbooks, and the girls followed Pansy up to her dormitory. Anne looked up as the door swung open but waited until it was closed to speak.
“You’re up to something, Parkinson. What is it?”
"Remember how we never thought we’d get to perform?" Pansy drew out a piece of parchment and laid it on her bed with a flourish. The other girls clustered around.
“Draco gave it to me,” she explained once they’d finished reading the words. “He wanted a chant for the next game, but I think we can do better than that. Don’t you, girls?”
Anne’s grin grew to match Elle’s as Pansy hummed her way through the verses. “And we have full permission? This will be fun.” She went over to her desk to take out the pitch pipe as Karla cast a quick silencing spell on the room and Pansy handed out parts.
“Karla, you take lead. Anne, do second alto. Elle and I will backup. I think this tune will work for a first try, then we’ll refine. Ready? Here we go…”
OMG. This fandom is the best. It always delivers.