| Challenge: Sirius/Angelina Challenged: Skylar Inari Notes: from a fly's POV, silly. A Fly's Eyes My name is Fred. I'm a common housefly. It's true! My family's lineage goes back for well over a month! We're very proud of that fact, though some family's like the Honeysuckles have been around for years. Which is, if you don't mind me saying, no excuse to be stuck up. I've always been a fly, and I'm quite happy with my life...but then, you aren't here to listen to my life story. Otherwise you wouldn't have such a irritated expression on your face. Did I tell you that if you scrunched your face up a little bit more on the right you'd be the splitting image of my late uncle Bob? I'm sorry! Ask your questions then! I only have a few hours left to live so hurry, for I would like to see my grandchildren again. What person? I see many people everyday. Why just yesterday I saw one with this huge mass of pink curls tottering around with a large bottle of something she probably shouldn't be drinking. Oh, that person. Yes, even flies know of the infamous Sirius Black. I'm glad he's not a fly though, my wife would leave me in an instant. Yes, yes, yes I'll try to stay on topic. You humans have no sense of patience. Everything for you is now, now, now. It's most infuriating. How can I get anywhere when you keep interrupting? Well, as it happens I did see Sirius Black. Oh? You want to know what he was doing? I'm not sure I can tell you that... Not the flyswatter! No! That's better. And keep it there, you try to swat at me again and I'll be out of here before you can say Quidditch. Stupid humans and their false sense of superiority. Well...where were we? Oh, yes. What was Sirius doing. Well...um...cough, he was mating. I'm telling the truth damnit! Don't laugh at me. It was a good mating, strong children should be born. Who was he mating with? That's not the kind of thing that a respectful fly would tell just anyone you know and I don't see how that can help you at all. It's none of your business. I told you to keep that flyswatter down! How am I supposed to tell you anything if you keep threatening to squash me? You're as irrational as my old Aunt Lobelia who fell in love with a wasp. A wasp I tell you! Have you ever seen anybody with worse taste? Fine. Be that way. Threaten my grandchildren you monsters, may your family be cursed to look like earwigs. She was a foxy chocolate number who went by the name Angelina, pretty she was. Healthy too. Would make good mate. Now leave my grandchildren alone. Stupid barbaric humans. I'm leaving now. No, I don't know her last name. Find something out for yourself, might make you more intelligent. Adieu. Losers. End. Back To Book Fanfiction Back To Main |