I just checked the 
sshg_giftfest sign ups and saw that eleven artists and twenty-four writers have signed up to participate! *dances*
If you've not yet checked out the fest, I invite you to read more about it! I can't wait to receive my assignment, so I've written a ficlet dedicated to
amorette and delphipsmith for modding the fest. Thank you, arynwy, for beta'ing. :D
Towards the Disputation of Territory: When it comes to Hermione, Severus and Crookshanks are of the same mind.
Severus awoke to a feeling of warmth and pressure upon his chest that bore no similarity to the feeling of Hermione's bosom, which did not, of course, come to multiple, pricking points.
"What?" he demanded, opening one eye to meet two—and the pale rays of a precipitate sun.
Mrr.
"Hermione, your 'cat' hungers."
Hermione didn't reply; Crookshanks did, sharply.
"Damn it! Get off!"
Mrr.
"'Mrr', indeed. Off!" ordered Severus, but the inscrutable feline menace merely dug in more deeply.
Carefully turning his head so as not to move his torso, Severus looked to Hermione's side of the bed. She wasn't there. The fact that he hadn't known of her absence had to do with her installation of a dragon-size bed to prevent, as she called them, "territorial disputes."
"Hermione?" called Severus, as Crookshanks issued another, more forceful, Mrr. "Why have you abandoned me to this hostile pile of fur?"
Mrifff! spat Crookshanks, as he lashed his tail back and forth over the coverlet.
Severus listened to the whispery sound it made for a moment, trying to recall what might have got Hermione up so ridiculously early. . . and then he heard another sound, that of laughter, that of two people laughing.
"Is there a man here?"
Crookshanks' gaze seemed to indicate that he'd been pondering the same question.
"Well, don't just sit there, beast. Let me up!"
With one last, entirely unnecessary digging in of claws, Crookshanks flicked his tail and leapt off the bed. Severus followed him, Summoning his wand and spelling himself dressed as the laughter emanating from the sitting room grew louder. Severus peered into the room.
"Oh, Richard, how clever!" Hermione exclaimed, with brittle politesse.
Ah, Severus thought, noting the unwelcome presence of Dickie Rogers and his trick-performing Crup, dogs. He turned an accusative eye upon Crookshanks.
Obviously indignant at the silent reproach of his character, Crookshanks made a magnificent puffing of fur.
"Oh, very well," said Severus. "I'll get rid of them."
sshg_giftfest sign ups and saw that eleven artists and twenty-four writers have signed up to participate! *dances* If you've not yet checked out the fest, I invite you to read more about it! I can't wait to receive my assignment, so I've written a ficlet dedicated to
amorette and delphipsmith for modding the fest. Thank you, arynwy, for beta'ing. :DTowards the Disputation of Territory: When it comes to Hermione, Severus and Crookshanks are of the same mind.
Severus awoke to a feeling of warmth and pressure upon his chest that bore no similarity to the feeling of Hermione's bosom, which did not, of course, come to multiple, pricking points.
"What?" he demanded, opening one eye to meet two—and the pale rays of a precipitate sun.
Mrr.
"Hermione, your 'cat' hungers."
Hermione didn't reply; Crookshanks did, sharply.
"Damn it! Get off!"
Mrr.
"'Mrr', indeed. Off!" ordered Severus, but the inscrutable feline menace merely dug in more deeply.
Carefully turning his head so as not to move his torso, Severus looked to Hermione's side of the bed. She wasn't there. The fact that he hadn't known of her absence had to do with her installation of a dragon-size bed to prevent, as she called them, "territorial disputes."
"Hermione?" called Severus, as Crookshanks issued another, more forceful, Mrr. "Why have you abandoned me to this hostile pile of fur?"
Mrifff! spat Crookshanks, as he lashed his tail back and forth over the coverlet.
Severus listened to the whispery sound it made for a moment, trying to recall what might have got Hermione up so ridiculously early. . . and then he heard another sound, that of laughter, that of two people laughing.
"Is there a man here?"
Crookshanks' gaze seemed to indicate that he'd been pondering the same question.
"Well, don't just sit there, beast. Let me up!"
With one last, entirely unnecessary digging in of claws, Crookshanks flicked his tail and leapt off the bed. Severus followed him, Summoning his wand and spelling himself dressed as the laughter emanating from the sitting room grew louder. Severus peered into the room.
"Oh, Richard, how clever!" Hermione exclaimed, with brittle politesse.
Ah, Severus thought, noting the unwelcome presence of Dickie Rogers and his trick-performing Crup, dogs. He turned an accusative eye upon Crookshanks.
Obviously indignant at the silent reproach of his character, Crookshanks made a magnificent puffing of fur.
"Oh, very well," said Severus. "I'll get rid of them."
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Edited at 2014-08-23 04:52 pm (UTC)
Crookshanks is an awesome fellow. I've always thought he and Severus would get on splendidly.
After a suitable warm up period, how could they not? They both love Hermione. :D
I've PMed you. *smooches*
I'm looking forward to continuing our discussion. :)
But I've too much respect for loyalty to find cats amusing
I had assumed that your failure as mod to respond to my email about nazi propaganda being used as a back story in the prompt fest was due to personal difficulties and shortness of time. What I now perceive is that you had the time but not the will and you consider other friendships to be more important than mine, despite it bring of longer standing. You failed as both mod and friend and I wish to have nothing further to do with you.
I haven't the faintest idea where your hostility is coming from and am quite surprised by it; that said, I admit that I was disappointed by your behavior in comments; I overlooked it due to what I felt was the extreme provocation you must have felt—and the fact that, unlike some, I hadn't seen you behaving precipitously and overbearingly in any other context.
Having so thoroughly misread your intentions and, so it would seem, your character, I agree that we should no longer maintain contact. I've quite enjoyed our friendship up to this point and will miss it, and I hope that, whenever you do see sense again, you will realize that all I have ever treated you with is respect and honesty rather than with whatever Machiavellian motivations you seem to have ascribed to me.
That's just a link to Albus' head halter up there, Shiv, not a coded message. I am forever having to explain to people that it is not a muzzle, and I was doing you the same courtesy.
Be well, dear.
and no concern about how upset i was likely to be. you do remember i am Jewish.
it's not machiavellan plotting I accuse you of but failure in common courtesy let alone friendship.
and to be so generous as to overlook my comments ...
you're contemptible
...sorry.