Iron Author, stolen from stakebait

[camwyn]

I'm supposed to be working on four or five other things at the moment, but I could do with a bit of a challenge. Between Hellblazer: Hogwarts and Who Ya Gonna Owl? (which I will be working on this weekend), I've got two very large story arcs to hand. I've also got a novel that I started writing ages ago and have stalled on recently. I would like to write something small and interesting from an idea kicked to me from someone else... and this time I'm not going to ask you to write first. If you've been around for the first rounds, you know the drill. If not, this is a common writing exercise, inspired by cadhla and suitably adapted.

You can have fanfiction

Give me a character and one thing more -- a mood, a genre, a situation, an episode -- and I'll write you at least a drib right here in the comments. (A pairing and a situation are okay too, if you'd prefer. However, I am far more proficient at genfic.).

If you're on my friends list I suspect you already know what fandoms I can handle. Not taking any requests for people from Joss Whedon shows, as I never really watched them to begin with. If you're not sure, ask, and I'll see what I can do.


Unlike stakebait I am not proficient in poetry, so you're not gettin' any.

On the other hand, you're free to ask for original fiction.

Give me a genre (mystery, science fiction, porn, etc.) and a starting point, be it situation, character, dilemma, etc. And I will write you a dribble of original fiction -- most likely brand new, but possibly using a world or characters I've created in the past. I reserve the right to try to turn one of these into a real story and sell it, in the unlikely event that I'm attacked by inspiration.

Afterwards I'll do up a post or two with links to each comment, so people don't have to wade through the threads to find them.

Comments

Comment part 2

[camwyn]

But the counter-witch brought her tea to my table and fled before I could do a thing about it. The American woman sniffed at her cup briefly before picking it up. I doubt she realised she'd done so, though, because rather than drink, she continued in her raving. "They're just lucky I learned to fly on Ecto-2. That broom of Ray's handles like a pregnant whale-"

I brought both my hands down on the table. "MADAM," I barked; it was enough. Her mouth clapped shut with a nearly audible click, a gratifying sound if I do say so. "I know neither you nor your employer. Neither do I care. You are intruding upon my privacy-"

"Privacy? It's a public place-"

"Indeed. This tea-shop is a public place. There are, however, other seats available." I waved a hand at the environs. "As a matter of fact, the vast majority of this place is currently open to whosoever chooses to sit here. You, however, have intruded upon my seating area. Either remove yourself at once or present a compelling reason why I should not remove you instead."

If it were possible to cast Incendio without the use of a wand, I dare say my hair would have caught on fire under her glare. "Well, excuse me for wanting to vent," she answered, her manicured nails drumming against the surface of the table like the talons of an angry hawk. "Dr. Spengler nearly got his head blown off, but I suppose that wouldn't be of interest to ya." She started to rise.

"Wait." I don't believe I've moved so fast since the last time Nymphadora Tonks passed through my classroom; my hand clamped down on her wrist before she could go any further. "Did you say Spengler?"

"Yeah." She nodded, that ridiculously stiff hair of hers bobbing with the force of it.

"Not, perchance, Egon Spengler? Of Durmstrang?"

"Well, I dunno about any Durmstrang, but that's his name-"

I let go of her wrist. I fear my grip had been strong enough to leave a bit of a mark. As she started to rub at it, I fell back just a touch in my own chair. "I. . . apologise," I said, the words coming reluctantly. "It appears we have a mutual acquaintance. Please- sit, miss. . .?"

"Melnitz," she said sourly. "Janine Melnitz."

"Ah." I nodded. "Severus Snape."

Re: Comment part 2

[neotoma.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is too funny. Severus cultivating an academic contact, Janine getting a sympathetic ear to rant to -- match made in heaven. It will scare the dickens out of anyone if Janine decides Severus needs defending (think of RGB Janine here, obviously. That's a dangerous woman for you.)

Is Janine a witch here? She is flying on a broom -- which Peter will give her no end of grief about.

Egon better watch out. Severus is too bright for his own good and beaky, which is exactly Janine's type... and while RGB Egon might not be returning her affection whole-heartedly, he certainly gets pissy when she makes eyes at someone else.

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[derien.livejournal.com]

Nar, it's obviously a post-Snape/Egon story...

*hides her slasher head before getting it swiped off*