WIP Meme

Jan. 21st, 2013 03:42 pm
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Because, once again, my writing has gotten away from me. So unusual for Gamma, right?

So I snitched this meme from [livejournal.com profile] etacanis :)

Post a random sentence (or three whole paragraphs) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIP. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!

Format: Title (or brief description) || Pairing

Discipling Miss Black || Bellatrix/Voldemort

The fight had been terrible. Cygnus had raged at Bellatrix and Rodolphus for what felt like hours – telling them that they were disgraces to their family names, and that a man and a woman lying together before marriage was as bad as a woman lying with a man other than her husband and on and on like that, until Bellatrix had wanted to scream. And at the end of it all, Cygnus had ordered Rodolphus to go back home – with the promise that his parents would hear about what had happened, and then Cygnus turned on Bellatrix.

“And you!” he raged. “This is the last time you will do something like this under my roof!”

“He’s going to be my husband – I think we’re entitled to kiss!” Bellatrix snapped at him. She had already been thoroughly

Something in the Madness || Harry/Bellatrix

He stood up and stamped away from Hermione, hearing quiet giggles behind him and wanting very badly to slap the little girls who were giggling. They were all probably going to go on and gossip about this - at least they wouldn't have any proper idea what 'not normal dreams' meant. It probably hadn't been too wise to shout about it in public, he reflected, but it was too late to do anything about that now. Harry might as well just accept that everyone was going to keep thinking that he was crazy and that nothing he said at this point was going to make any sort of difference. He could scream about something completely mad at the top of his voice until the whole school heard and no one would think that he was any madder than they thought he already was.

He flopped onto the bed, not bothering to undress except to kick off his shoes, and he stared up at the canopy above him.
And he wasn't even really mad. That was all just a crude and stupid way of putting it, because he wasn't anything like Voldemort or the Death Eaters. They were mad. Harry was perfectly sane, saner than anyone else at the school, because he was the only person who could really see what was going on. They were all under Umbridge's spell. They were all convinced that there was nothing wrong with her and the things that she was telling them about Voldemort. They thought that the worst quality she had was being a bad teacher and having poor taste in cardigans.

As Cold As Ice || Draco/Luna

Draco didn’t say a word and Bellatrix’s eyes narrowed slightly. She grabbed Draco by his shoulder, yanked him away from Narcissa and physically dragged him so that he was face-to-face with Luna. He met her eyes, and his expression was full of terror, as if he was being brought before an executioner instead of a prisoner.

“Well, now, come on, Draco,” Bellatrix prompted, prodding him in the small of his back. “Come on. Say hello to her. Be polite and say hello to your bride-to-be.”

Strange Little Girl || Draco/Luna

“Of course. We were talking about this just the other day, remember?” Draco was barely whispering now, and beads of sweat were breaking out over his forehead. “Mum and Dad are getting even more edgy too – and Mum says that Aunt Bella says that the Dark Lord is getting more suspicious of his followers…” He bit his lip. “But I shouldn’t say this. He’d have me killed.”

Luna nodded gravely. “It must be very frightening.”

“A bit, yeah.” He managed a small smile and rubbed his forehead, subtly wiping the perspiration off on his sleeve, under the guise of smoothing his hair. “I’m all right, though.”

“Are you really?”

“Fuck, no. But since when are you that concerned?”

The Black Society for Dead Little Girls || Cassiopeia & Bellatrix & Luna

When the sun rose on Cassiopeia’s room, there was blood on her bed sheets and a red mark on her cheek where her father had hit her when she had screamed. Her whole face was wet with tears that would not stop, no matter how many hours had passed since her father had left her.

Better Not Touch || Druella/Abraxas

“Did you count yourself lucky to be betrothed to Father?” Druella asked.

Gabriele glared sharply at her daughter. “What sort of question is that, Druella?” she demanded, and Druella didn’t respond. She knew better than to bait her mother unnecessarily – it was so much better to make it seem like her question had been asked in innocence. At last, Gabriele let out a shuddering, tense breath.

“Of course I did. Your father is a very good man,” she said, then she turned and hurried out before Druella could ask any further questions.

Saving Grace || Luna & Voldemort

Most prisoners who were brought to Malfoy Manor wailed and sobbed horribly when they were dragged in. The Dark Lord, even from his chamber upstairs, where he secluded himself on days upon which he had no business at the Ministry to attend to, could usually hear their screaming. Especially when Bellatrix saw fit to torture them – talented and faithful and an excellent servant though she was in many ways, she lacked a certain finesse, and her methods of dealing with prisoners were inefficient and messy. Her reactions were too visceral, he thought – not clinical enough.

When Bellatrix was given a prisoner, she liked to make them scream. It was attractively theatrical of her, if not practical.

But when the Lovegood girl was brought in, she did not scream.

Les Étrangers || Rodolphus/Rabastan

“If you tell anyone anything about my brother’s- personal life,” Rodolphus hissed, “I’ll tell my parents about you and Andromeda. I’ll say I want a divorce, and I’ll get it and you’ll never be able to remarry. I’ll spread the rumours and no one will ever want you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Bellatrix breathed, eyes narrowing. “You swore to keep what happened between me and Andromeda quiet!”

“And I will,” he said, all false patience, drawing Rabastan close to him again. “So long as you keep this quiet. Come on, Rab,” he added quietly, pulling Rabastan towards the door.

“Bastard!” Bellatrix spat after them, and Rabastan saw Rodolphus shoot one last furious, withering glare at her before he dragged Rabastan out of the parlour and closed the door behind them.
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