July 14th, 2002

A Pocket Full of Murder

Snapelet Ficlet

I actually wrote something today, believe it or not. A snippet at random, and I'm not sure where it's going to fit into the rest of the fic, but since it popped into my head I thought I'd better write it down:

Margot twirls the stem of the goblet slowly in her fingers, idly regarding the dark red liquid swirling within. The robes she wears are the colour of wine, rich and heavy and exquisitely tailored, the best Draco Malfoy's money can buy.

People think she is his mistress. Why else, after all, would he give her the freedom of his mansion, put all his considerable wealth at her disposal, exercise so much of his power and influence on her behalf?

Why, indeed.

If they knew Margot, though, they would know better. Oh, yes, she
is Draco's mistress, but not in any sexual sense -- however Draco himself might wish it otherwise. Like so many others, he has become deeply, utterly, irrevocably her slave. Whether by the subtle entanglements of her Dark magics or the simple force of charisma, she has slowly, inexorably, overwhelmed his defences; and there is nothing, now, that he would not do for her.

This, by the way, is Margot Snape we're talking about. Just for those who don't already know. Being heartily tired of all those fics where Draco Malfoy grows up to be the Coolest Guy Ever, I couldn't help but be amused by the idea of Snape's daughter reducing him to a pathetic toady while on her way to total world domination...
A Pocket Full of Murder

My Free Musical

And in other news, I've just inherited two free tickets to see My Fair Lady at the Stratford Festival the first weekend in August -- whee! It's too bad Hubby hates musicals ("Why do they keep stopping the action to sing? It doesn't make any sense!"), but maybe he'll be able to reconcile himself to this one: at least he's willing to go, and since he's never seen it before, he might just get a kick out of it.

You know, one of my life's thwarted ambitions is to play Eliza Doolittle. Pity our high school could never afford to do any half-decent productions, let alone that one...

And now I've just opened the web page and realized that seeing the play in August means Geraint Wyn Davies as Higgins instead of Colm Feore. Wah! Oh, well... at least it's not Richard Monette (who starts the role in September). And who knows, maybe Wyn Davies will actually be decent in the part, provided he doesn't forget himself and start biting the other cast members. :)