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It finally happened!
Feb. 7th, 2004 11:08 amYou know all the junk emails we get with the ridiculous spamfilter-busting random subject lines? Especially those of us with yahoo! email addresses?
Check this one out (emphasis mine):
Subject: rhythmic faithful confucian compulsive remus
(Side note to all senders: I'm female. I don't need a bigger d*ck or Super!Viagra.)
So, let's think about what a rhythmic, faithful, confucian, compulsive Remus would be like... [ponderponder] Must turn this into a ficlet using all the above words. Anyone else want to take up the 10-minute challenge?
Mine's a post-GOF/pre-OotP ficlet, I've just decided.
Remus walked into his sitting-room, which was exactly as he left it with the exception of a small bit of dust on the floor. Since young adulthood he'd suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder anyway; it came from all those years sharing a dormitory with James (somewhat messy) and Sirius (a complete and utter slob who scattered his belongings about with reckless abandon) that forced it on him. He picked up the broom and began sweeping the floor in a rhythmic back-and-forth motion. This was just a garden-variety household broom, not a fancy flying broom like Harry's faithful Firebolt.
The dust gathered itself neatly in the corner. Remus took some Zen-like satisfaction in seeing the offset between the dust and the pristine conditions in the rest of his home. As he pulled a book of Confucian Wisdom down off his library shelf and Banished the dustball to places unknown, Remus allowed himself a very small smile. Things were just as he liked them. Tidy. Controlled. Clean.
Until the next time the big black dog showed up at his door wet from a frolic in the pond and decided to shake off in the sitting room, strictly to annoy his very best friend.
Check this one out (emphasis mine):
Subject: rhythmic faithful confucian compulsive remus
(Side note to all senders: I'm female. I don't need a bigger d*ck or Super!Viagra.)
So, let's think about what a rhythmic, faithful, confucian, compulsive Remus would be like... [ponderponder] Must turn this into a ficlet using all the above words. Anyone else want to take up the 10-minute challenge?
Mine's a post-GOF/pre-OotP ficlet, I've just decided.
Remus walked into his sitting-room, which was exactly as he left it with the exception of a small bit of dust on the floor. Since young adulthood he'd suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder anyway; it came from all those years sharing a dormitory with James (somewhat messy) and Sirius (a complete and utter slob who scattered his belongings about with reckless abandon) that forced it on him. He picked up the broom and began sweeping the floor in a rhythmic back-and-forth motion. This was just a garden-variety household broom, not a fancy flying broom like Harry's faithful Firebolt.
The dust gathered itself neatly in the corner. Remus took some Zen-like satisfaction in seeing the offset between the dust and the pristine conditions in the rest of his home. As he pulled a book of Confucian Wisdom down off his library shelf and Banished the dustball to places unknown, Remus allowed himself a very small smile. Things were just as he liked them. Tidy. Controlled. Clean.
Until the next time the big black dog showed up at his door wet from a frolic in the pond and decided to shake off in the sitting room, strictly to annoy his very best friend.
