Author has written 8 stories for Harry Potter, and Eerie, Indiana.
Please don't send me flames or howlers as I will trace them back to the sender while enclosing plenty of bubertuber pus and equally painful substances. That is all.
Snape taps his foot impatiently, leaning over me as I type, he says, "So where's the rest of it?"
"I'm still working on it..." I peevishly reply.
"Not good enough, work faster!" He starts to bare his teeth.
I sigh and nod, knowing on the inside that I haven't typed a single thing and that I must re-read the entire story to remember what I'm going to do with it.
"Hey, Snape! Your birthday is coming up right?" I suddenly have an idea...
"What about my birthday?" He sneers.
"Maybe Neville should get you something for your birthday!"
Snape only groans and turns away while Neville suddenly jumps up, raising his hand.
"Oh, I know, I know!" Neville smiles, his face all lit up. "Maybe a scarf--"
"Don't bother!" Snape snaps back.
"--Or some gloves--"
"I don't wear gloves, they get in the way!"
"--something to eat then?" Neville shyly suggests.
Snape is silent for a moment then speaks. "How do you know when my birthday is?"
They both turn to me as I type.
"Uh..." I pause for a moment. "I'll figure that out later..."
Snape rolls his eyes at me. "You're hopeless. Why do you even bother?"
Neville speaks up. "I want to see how the story turns out."
"Me too." I reply. "So do my readers..."
To be continued...