calling for buddies
Sep. 1st, 2009 07:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keladry_lupin*puff, pant* Just got home. Who's writing this evening? I'll be on for the next hour and a half.
Edit: Just 320 words tonight, mostly editing, but I added a new sub-scene to the prologue:
Hermione hastened towards the library, hoping Professor McGonagall had finally returned the newest issue of Transmogrification Quarterly when she caught sight of an extraordinarily grubby Gryffindor boy. ‘Gregson,’ she barked, and the chunky redhead jumped, his bag slipping off his shoulder.
‘Yes, Professor?’ he said, his voice quivering a bit.
‘Hands.’ Geoffrey Gregson held them out, palms up. ‘They’re filthy,’ Hermione said, sneering. ‘Your face is little better. Go wash up before breakfast. Otherwise you’ll be ingesting more dirt than food.’ That would be quite a feat in his case—the boy could eat for England—but she drew the line at criticising things her students couldn’t do anything about in the short term. Having been on the receiving end of such treatment, she hadn’t wanted to do it…yet.
Edit: Just 320 words tonight, mostly editing, but I added a new sub-scene to the prologue:
Hermione hastened towards the library, hoping Professor McGonagall had finally returned the newest issue of Transmogrification Quarterly when she caught sight of an extraordinarily grubby Gryffindor boy. ‘Gregson,’ she barked, and the chunky redhead jumped, his bag slipping off his shoulder.
‘Yes, Professor?’ he said, his voice quivering a bit.
‘Hands.’ Geoffrey Gregson held them out, palms up. ‘They’re filthy,’ Hermione said, sneering. ‘Your face is little better. Go wash up before breakfast. Otherwise you’ll be ingesting more dirt than food.’ That would be quite a feat in his case—the boy could eat for England—but she drew the line at criticising things her students couldn’t do anything about in the short term. Having been on the receiving end of such treatment, she hadn’t wanted to do it…yet.
