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vulgarweed) wrote2006-05-06 06:10 pm
vulgarweed) wrote2006-05-06 06:10 pm
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In honor of the Kentucky Derby
Well, for a certain value of "honor"...also inspired by a rant at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanficrants about how stupid it is to send the Harry Potter cast to a Muggle horse race in Kentucky. I agree. My alternative.
Not posted tosnape100; doesn't fit the current challenge. Death Eaters behaving badly!
Breeding Counts
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Lucius, Blaise, Snape
Summary: In which Lucius demonstrates why he was never a contender for a teaching position.
It was the social event of the year for the overmoneyed, and Lucius Malfoy was holding court in his skybox at the great thestral race. “Breeding will tell,” he said, nudging his son’s friend Blaise, “See, the inferior line of the tendons there?”
“Er” said Blaise, looking down. “I can’t see them, sir.”
Lucius aimed his wand way down at the track, where the Muggleborn groom for the mount Cornelius Fudge owned was standing. “Avada Kedavra. Now you can. So – you do understand it’s the bloodline that…”
Snape rolled his eyes. The worst breeding he could see was up here.
So how'd it go for you? Your horse win?
fanficrants about how stupid it is to send the Harry Potter cast to a Muggle horse race in Kentucky. I agree. My alternative.Not posted to
snape100; doesn't fit the current challenge. Death Eaters behaving badly!Breeding Counts
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Lucius, Blaise, Snape
Summary: In which Lucius demonstrates why he was never a contender for a teaching position.
It was the social event of the year for the overmoneyed, and Lucius Malfoy was holding court in his skybox at the great thestral race. “Breeding will tell,” he said, nudging his son’s friend Blaise, “See, the inferior line of the tendons there?”
“Er” said Blaise, looking down. “I can’t see them, sir.”
Lucius aimed his wand way down at the track, where the Muggleborn groom for the mount Cornelius Fudge owned was standing. “Avada Kedavra. Now you can. So – you do understand it’s the bloodline that…”
Snape rolled his eyes. The worst breeding he could see was up here.
So how'd it go for you? Your horse win?
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