Post by laundrybasket on Jun 20, 2007 21:01:04 GMT -5
Disclaimer: It still isn't mine.
Author's Note: Bwahaha. The firstest humor fic. Well, asides from "The Morning After Fil", but that was moved. So here is a nice shiny oneshot with *gasp* Melanie!
Melanie Flitwick sighed. It was such a horrid, boring morning.
Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that it was about four o' clock in the morning.
Really, why she had to be cursed with such atrocious sleeping habits she couldn't understand. She could fall asleep at two in the morning and still wake up at the bloody crack of dawn.
She sighed again and sat up from her bed. Try as she might, Melanie knew she would never get back to sleep. Rising from the bed, she ran her fingers absentmindedly through her hair. In her teenage years her wavy brown hair had become as fly-away as her mother's, and had to be brushed out every few hours to keep it from whacking someone in the eye.
Melanie inspected herself closely in the mirror, and decided that she didn't want to frighten her parent's with the frizzy blob on her head when they woke up, and grabbed her hairbrush from the bedside table.
Wait a moment.
Something was not right.
Perhaps it was the fact that there was no hairbrush in her hand.
She groaned as she remembered letting her mother borrow it after the Venomous Tentacula had eaten her own. Evil plant. Melanie bit down another groan and stepped quietly into the hall, intent on having her hair brush back.
She tiptoed through the halls of the house before reaching the door to her parent's bedroom. She thought she could make out muttered sounds if she listened hard, but decided it was simply the wind outside or her mind playing tricks on her (it did that a lot) and pushed open the door.
Then she slammed it shut, flung a hand over her face, and shrieked, "Virgin eyes!"
That was, simply put, not right. Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, she was scarred for bloody life!
"My eyes. . . I am tainted!" she gasped, leaning heavily against the wall. "Tainted forevermore, do you hear me? This is severe emotional trauma, people!"
"Quit being melodramatic, Mel!" her mother called to her.
"Don't talk to me, it brings back the mind images!" she yelled.
That was it. She really was going to kill that Venomous Tentacula, venomousness be damned.
Author's Note: Bwahaha. The firstest humor fic. Well, asides from "The Morning After Fil", but that was moved. So here is a nice shiny oneshot with *gasp* Melanie!
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Melanie Flitwick sighed. It was such a horrid, boring morning.
Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that it was about four o' clock in the morning.
Really, why she had to be cursed with such atrocious sleeping habits she couldn't understand. She could fall asleep at two in the morning and still wake up at the bloody crack of dawn.
She sighed again and sat up from her bed. Try as she might, Melanie knew she would never get back to sleep. Rising from the bed, she ran her fingers absentmindedly through her hair. In her teenage years her wavy brown hair had become as fly-away as her mother's, and had to be brushed out every few hours to keep it from whacking someone in the eye.
Melanie inspected herself closely in the mirror, and decided that she didn't want to frighten her parent's with the frizzy blob on her head when they woke up, and grabbed her hairbrush from the bedside table.
Wait a moment.
Something was not right.
Perhaps it was the fact that there was no hairbrush in her hand.
She groaned as she remembered letting her mother borrow it after the Venomous Tentacula had eaten her own. Evil plant. Melanie bit down another groan and stepped quietly into the hall, intent on having her hair brush back.
She tiptoed through the halls of the house before reaching the door to her parent's bedroom. She thought she could make out muttered sounds if she listened hard, but decided it was simply the wind outside or her mind playing tricks on her (it did that a lot) and pushed open the door.
Then she slammed it shut, flung a hand over her face, and shrieked, "Virgin eyes!"
That was, simply put, not right. Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, she was scarred for bloody life!
"My eyes. . . I am tainted!" she gasped, leaning heavily against the wall. "Tainted forevermore, do you hear me? This is severe emotional trauma, people!"
"Quit being melodramatic, Mel!" her mother called to her.
"Don't talk to me, it brings back the mind images!" she yelled.
That was it. She really was going to kill that Venomous Tentacula, venomousness be damned.
