Eep. How did I end up in the Harry Potter Fandom?

[order_of_chaos]

Am suffering from too many fandoms.  Usually I just have one main one, but now? HP, PotC, OuatiM, Good Omens, Dragonball Z, Inuyasha. 

"Marry in haste, repent at leisure."

 

The MSV (Starring my personal mary sue, Marion Haste)

The Slytherin common-room, polished wood and a thousand shades of restful green. None of the prying eyes that characterised the banquet hall, and the gargoyles (or, more accurately, garGoyle and garCrabbe) hadn’t dragged themselves away from the food yet.

Idle - carefully so, even here - curiosity. "What do you think of professor Haste?"

"She’s insane." Which was the norm for DADA teachers, but the speaker seemed overly sincere in saying so, bored drawl laden with barely concealed contempt.

"That’s hardly an uncommon opinion, but why do you think that?"

Amused curl of a lip. "She’s one of the foundation members of the MSV, Theo. Of course she’s insane."

He didn’t know that one. "MSV?"

"Muggleborns Supporting Voldemort."

That produced a choked splutter and long seconds of disbelief before the Slytherin managed to answer. "You’re right. She is insane."

"Not a Death Eater though," his friend added almost regretfully.

"She isn’t?"

"I believe the Dark Lord finds the whole affair more than a little embarrassing."

"Ah. That’s something, at least." Reassuring somehow, to think their lord had the capacity for such an emotion.

"Yes, it is rather."

"I believe I shall withhold judgement until after I have survived sixth year. If I survive sixth year, that is."

"We’ve made it this far."

"Barely."

"But still, we made it. That has to count for something, hasn’t it?"

"Not really, no."

"Pessimist."

"Gryffindor."

The other Slytherin glared. "That was low even for you, Malfoy."

"Oh? So sue me."

"Not a bad idea."

"And then I can go join the MSV."

"Er... Malfoy?  You're not Muggleborn."

"Oh the disappointment."