Twisted Deviant

Aspria Hogglesnop ~ St Mungo’s Field Medic It’s all about the blood; funny, how I remember that axiom of my old grandmother’s now, or rather it would be if it didn’t have such a foreboding ironic touch to it. In a way, it always has been about the blood. I’m one of those on the fringe, not really old enough to remember the last time – even now I have a hard time saying the name – Voldemort, he-who-must-not-be-named, or rather Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle sounds so innocuous though… such a normal sounding name, that it doesn’t deliver the punch-in-the-gut response that the first two monikers bring. However, I digress. As I was saying, I’m one of those on the fringe. I wasn’t old enough to have terrifying memories of when he – when Riddle, was first around, so, it was hard to believe that he could have possibly returned. He was a vague figure, much like Grindwald or the Muggles’ Boogieman, used to scare children onto the path of goodness. He wasn’t real. How apathetic I seemed when I lo...

This just had me laughing my ass off. Granted, the way JKR has written the character, he is terribly complex and convoluted, but there is no way in hell that he is innocent. With the exception of this first book, everything we’ve seen of this character has been colored by the “Harry radar,” and those glimpses gives us a look at an unpleasant man who enjoys terrorizing those he holds within his power. What I mean is, throughout the HP books, we basically have Harry as the narrator, but he is an unreliable one at best. We see everything colored through Harry vision. For example: Malfoy is, by din of that one small little meeting in Madam Mankin’s, now the new Dudley, and there for we have the initial set-up of why Harry will never be his friend. Yes, I know the dislike goes much deeper than that, but it is that first impression which leads the reader to know that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter will never be friends. The Weasley’s also, by din of first impressions, become very impor...

We are the same, he and I, though he tries to make it sound like I am a curse, an affliction that rises with the full, pale face of the Goddess. He is the human, I am the wolf, and instead of embracing the gifts the Goddess has offered, he tries to bind me; as if that could ever truly stop me. He cages me, and I admit, I do allow him this small victory, for now. Each month I feel her calling, her power ebbs and flows over me as the days wear on, only to surge as she regains power. I wish to bay at her face, to let my voice rise up in praise to her glory, but he keeps me in check with a potion. He is terrified of what we are, fears what happens when he shifts and becomes me, as if I am unnatural. If only he weren’t so afraid… there are so many things I could offer him, so many things that would make us both more than we are, yet he insists on burying me deeply. I am not evil, not as he believes; I just loose myself to the sensations when I escape. Anyone caged would react so, and I...

March 15, 2005 Death Valley It was a place of brutal beauty, where jagged rocks of red cut into the crystalline blue sky, and tuffs of tumbleweed bled into dashes of color as fragile flowers rose up from dry earth. It was a desolate land, often full of stark nothingness, where serrated fissures of rock separated the lush Californian coast from the east. In a space of pure desert, hardy flowers climbed out of the barren sand, clinging to large granite rocks that rose out of the earth like giant teeth. Josie Rutledge hoisted up her Pentax Ds 35MM with a telephoto lens, trying to frame the right shot as the air rippled over the sand. In her back pocket, she had a super slim Pentax Optio digital camera, to catch those moments where a click and point might work better than the manual focus camera. The very air seemed to shimmer with anticipation as she moved back, her fingers working the lens to bring the rippling effect into sharp focus. As soon as she took the first shot, her fingers...

Saturday, June 8th Craig Mhor “A cat?” Hermione asked with a puzzled expression, looking over at where Molly sat. Molly shook her head, as if to say she hadn’t any idea. “Oh, yes, it was all black, and it had a white spot just on the tip of its nose,” Alice responded excitedly, squirming on Hermione’s lap. “I tried to pet it, but it wouldn’t let me. So, I tried to get Mummy, but it had disappeared.” She leaned back and tugged Hermione’s head down. “Do you think it’s a magic cat?” she asked in an awed whisper. “I don’t know,” Hermione whispered back, wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist. “Mummy said,” Alice began, leaning her head on Hermione’s shoulder, “that if you said it was all right, that I could keep it. Can I keep the kitty?” “I – errrmmm,” Hermione sputtered, staring down into Alice’s eager, earnest face. She looked up at Molly again, only to see the older woman trying to stifle a laugh over her predicament. “I can’t give you permission to keep that cat,” she said with a s...

Friday, June 7 th Hermione Granger’s Flat Hermione was in the middle of changing her clothes for bed when the sound of someone pounding on her door drifted to the back of her flat. Reaching for her robe, she strolled, barefoot, to the front room. Her eyes wandered to the clock on the mantle of her fireplace, noting that it was nearly midnight before she peeked through the eyehole to see who it was. “What are you doing here?” she asked sharply, pulling the door open. “Do I need a reason to be here, Granger?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe. “If I invite you over, no. If you just randomly pop in, then yes.” “Ah, so, I’m only allowed when it’s convenient, how utterly cosmopolitan of you. Though, after spending nearly every night here for the last few weeks, I thought I’d warrant a better reception than this.” “Contrary to what you might believe, I don’t need to have you underfoot at every juncture to live a fulfilling life. This isn’t a relationship; we fuck, and that is it...

OMG I just heard what happened this morning on the Underground. My deepest sympathies are with everyone from England this morning. I don't know if anyone on my Flist is from London, and most of my MSN friends are from northern England, but if you are, give me a shout so I know that you're okay. Cyrus, you're in London, goodness and so is English_Gent Alan, oh dear and Andy(vainrogue)... Guys give me a shout out when you can. *Cross posting this to my Livejournal, HmmmFactor on MSN groups, my Blogger, and AOL Journal*

Friday, June 7th Hermione Granger’s Flat The alarm went off with a high-pitched shrill, startling the lone occupant of the bed. She rolled over, the flat of her palm slapping against the top of the clock as she stuffed a pillow over her head. Hermione was just on the verge of falling back asleep when a loud tapping rapped at her window. She pulled at the covers bunched around her waist, pulling them up over her head as well as she tried to ignore the persistent noise. Unfortunately, the snooze timer on the alarm went off again, shrilling loudly in her ear. With a muttered oath, she pushed the pillow and the blankets from her tired body, and rolled onto her back. She stared at the ceiling, letting her eyes adjust to the cheery brightness of early morning, knowing that it was going to be a long day. The tapping at the window got consistently louder as she lazed, unmoving, on the bed. Hermione slapped at the alarm clock as she struggled to sit up, noticing that not only was she alone in b...

Thursday, June 6th Craig Mhor “This isn’t exactly what I envisioned when you proposed this…” Josie waved her arm at the building in front of them, “place.” “Why? What’s wrong with it?” “It’s so… well… huge. When you said it was a cottage, I pictured something… cottage-like. This is not cottage-like. It’s humungous. It’s nearing castle proportions. There’s no way Alice and I could live in something like this.” “It’s wonderful, Mummy,” Alice whispered in an awed voice. “Trust me,” Hermione laughed, “this is no castle.” “It’s not funny, Hermione. I can’t even begin to imagine the sort of upkeep this place might take.” “Good thing you’re not responsible for its upkeep, then.” “I’m so glad you find this amusing.” “I honestly don’t know what the problem is Josie. So, it’s a little bigger than you anticipated. That doesn’t change the fact that you need a place to move into.” “Mummy, can we go inside?” Alice asked, tugging on Josie’s hand. “Please?” “You’ve got to admit, it is overwhe...

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Wednesday, June 5th The Burrow “All right, Hermione,” Molly said as the young woman emerged out of her fireplace, “I think you better be telling me just what’s going on before Josie and Alice arrive.” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Don’t play coy with me, Missy,” Molly huffed, waving a spoon in her direction. “I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt here, since when have you leave to rent out Craig Mhor?” “There isn’t much to tell.” She moved around and snagged a warm roll from the counter beside Molly. “I wrote to him, apprising him of the situation and he offered. You know how he is about these things.” “Get out of that,” Molly snapped, slapping at her hand with the spoon. “I swear you’re getting to be as bad as Ron.” Hermione grinned cheekily at Molly as she plopped a bite into her mouth. “Is he coming home then?” she asked, pushing the butter towards Hermione. “No,” Hermione sighed, leaning against the counter, “he’s not coming home just yet.” “Do you really think it’s wise t...

Monday, June 3rd Hermione Granger’s Office Josie shifted in her seat, crossing her legs as she watched the brown haired woman seated at the desk look over the documents she had brought. This was the last place she wanted to be, begging for help from a friend because she didn’t understand the intricacies of the wizarding world, but the owl on Friday, after Neville’s funeral, had caught her off guard. “Hermione, can they get away with this?” Her voice sounded rusty and disused to her own ears. “Neville’s family is citing a few antiquated magical hereditary and matrimonial laws,” Hermione sighed, sitting back in her chair. “Unfortunately, the law regarding the legitimacy of your marriage is one that hasn’t been overwritten or repealed, though it is rarely used these days.” “So they can just claim that Neville and I weren’t married, and take everything, including Alice, away from me?” Josie asked, twisting her purse strap around her fingers in a nervous gesture. “Technically no, at lea...

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