Inside the mind of the Res
Nov. 24th, 2003 01:53 pmLast night I dreamed that I was at Hogwarts uncovering a scandal involving certain professors trading grades for sexual favors.
For confirmation, I sneaked into Lockhart's office. I discovered a silk curtain that could be used to screen off the window so no one could see in, and also a silk-covered -- well, it was a piece of furniture of some sort, like a cross between a sitting pillow, an ottoman, and an armchair. In my mind, the very strangeness of it presaged horrible sexual violations.
There were rumors about Lupin, too, and even about McGonagall.
Why is all this so steeped in menace, you ask? I mean, I read Harry/Snape. I write Harry/Snape.
Ah, but in the dream the person who was being coerced into trading sex for grades was my little brother.
My little brother is thirty-seven and well past the need to trade anything at all for grades, but apparently in my head he's still in need of protection from rapacious authority figures. (I knew I shouldn't have said that stuff about him and Donald Rumsfeld.)
For confirmation, I sneaked into Lockhart's office. I discovered a silk curtain that could be used to screen off the window so no one could see in, and also a silk-covered -- well, it was a piece of furniture of some sort, like a cross between a sitting pillow, an ottoman, and an armchair. In my mind, the very strangeness of it presaged horrible sexual violations.
There were rumors about Lupin, too, and even about McGonagall.
Why is all this so steeped in menace, you ask? I mean, I read Harry/Snape. I write Harry/Snape.
Ah, but in the dream the person who was being coerced into trading sex for grades was my little brother.
My little brother is thirty-seven and well past the need to trade anything at all for grades, but apparently in my head he's still in need of protection from rapacious authority figures. (I knew I shouldn't have said that stuff about him and Donald Rumsfeld.)