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Inside the mind of the Res
Last 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.)
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I've had alarming dreams as well, generally about Hooch sodomising me with a strap-on.
There's some frightening stuff in authors' heads, no doubt.
Btw, love the rape!chair, lol. That begs to be ficced, for the sake of the odd chair alone.
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The funny thing about the chair is that in real life I can't really think of any sexual use for the thing at all. It was too low for a guy to sit in and get a blow-job from someone kneeling, too high to sit in or kneel on and give a blow-job to someone standing; it had no back, anyway, so it wouldn't have been comfortable to sit on for any length of time; and it wasn't big enough to lie down on.
Plus, if you were going to get bodily fluids on something, you would not want it upholstered in white silk.
But in my dream, it was indisputible proof that Lockhart had some lewd intention. [shrugs] Dreams.
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