Two Drabbles: Parselscript and Halfbloods

[attackfish]

Hey, I can actually blame these on somebody!  This post by lothy gave me the idea for the first drabble, and the first gave me the idea for the second.

I made no attempt what so ever to use Old English, Latin, or any of the numerous Scottish dialects that founders of Hogwarts might have spoken, partly because I'm lazy, partly because I don't know enough, and partly because the drabble is not at all serious.

Disclaimer: If Harry Potter were mine, the books would have a lot more wine, women, and song.

Parselscript

Salazar waved the goblet around energetically and poked Godric.  “Salazar,” the sober man began, trying to be patient.  “Thou art drunk.”

“Verilililily, my old friendh,” his companion slurred, putting his goblet down and dipping his quill in the wine instead of the ink well.  Godric moved it hastily.

Salazar pointed at what he had written and proclaimed, “Parselshcript,” but Godric only saw a row of SSSSSSSSSSSSS.

A thousand years later, Harry stared bemusedly at the spattered piece of parchment the headmistress had called him, the only living parselmouth, to interpret.  "I can't make heads nor tails of it, I'm sorry."

Half-Bloods

Ron tried to wrench his friend’s fingers away from the plush fabric of Ginny’s blanket, but Harry just pressed it closer to his chest.  “I just can’t seem to let go of it!” he cried.  The blanket was shocking pink with lurid purple flowers all over it, and he didn’t fancy clinging to it in the halls.

Hermione’s eyes widened.  “All this time you were dating Ginny, it was really just transference because it’s her blanket!”

“Erm, what are you…”

She nodded knowledgeably, “The blanket must be your mate.”

“What?” Harry looked at her blankly.

“Oh Harry, you’re half Lethifold!”

 

Comments

[lothy.livejournal.com]

Lol @ the first one. I can actually just see that happening.

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Poor Godric.