So I have a collection of written, well, stuff on my hard drive at home. Most of it is insane ramblings written late at night. Some might be good starters for other people if they wish. A lot of it is just to keep my Muse motor running.
Mainly it's here for your amusement. Hopefully, some of them will inspire me to start a new story or take some of it and insert it into my current stories.
Mostly, it will be Harry Potter, which will include crossovers. It will also include HP of different flavors, because why not.
Musique
I'm not sure I dredged this from my noggin, but it occasionally yells at me to do something with it.
A small girl with dark purple hair looked up at the two strangers as she tightened the bow on her violin. The young musician knew the small park was a prime spot to play. By enticing the right people with her music, she earned some pretty good coin before someone called the Bobbies.
"So, exactly, who are the two of you again?" She asked, putting away her bow.
One of the strangers, an older woman, dressed in emerald green robes quite out of place in a London park, tried to smile but looked like it hurt a bit. "My name is Professor McGonagall, and next to me is Professor Snape."
"Not interested."
"Excuse me." Dressed in all black, the woman's greasy-haired companion scowled.
"Sorry, I don't do that sort of thing. If you go down to Soho, down on the West End, I'm sure you and your man can find someone interested in playing Professor and the schoolgirl with you."
"I think there is a misunderstanding."
"We don't have time for this, Minerva," Snape grumbled before grabbing the young girl by the arm. That was a mistake.
Not liking strange men touching her, a purple-haired girl who had introduced herself as Musique slammed her tiny foot on the instep of the Professor. Not expecting any resistance, he let go only to have his face smashed by what was called a palm strike to the nose as he looked down.
"Help! Rape—Kidnapping." She started to scream as she grabbed her things before heading down the sidewalk.