Eggcorn Challenge- Second go round.
Title: The Horror
Author: mehitabelcat
Rating: Any age, I guess.
Prompt: writhing under his administrations
Type: Fic
His back arches upwards off the cold stone floor, his whole body taut. His fingers claw at his face and rip great chunks out of his hair. He can barely breathe as he twists and curls about the floor in his agony. His voice is long gone from screaming; he tries anyway.
He can not stand this pain. He's suffered physically, withstanding the Cruciatus and worse at The Dark Lord's hands. He's suffered mentally, resisting the abuse of his father, the taunts of his classmates, feigning indifference to the horrors perpetrated by his fellow Death Eaters. All of these tortures pale before this.
He finds voice enough for an inarticulate cry, wrenching his body over in a futile attempt to find comfort in a fetal position. It does nothing to cease the agony. He cannot understand why he is being punished in this of all ways. By the wizard he respects above all others. His twitching fingers make a move to cover his ears, block out the awful words, but the hateful voice echoes through the corridors. No Silencio will serve to end his wretchedness.
Through it all, he cannot keep his eyes closed. Not only must he listen, but he must stare in horror at the kindly old face reciting the guidelines. He knows of only one way he will ever make it end.
"...under Article 28b. And finally, Severus, your hair is in clear violation of the regulations concerning personal hygiene, laid out on page 2019 of Section 459d, Article 7 of the Hogwarts Code of Employee Conduct and Personal Deportment. Please see to it that you are in compliance in the future."
Author: mehitabelcat
Rating: Any age, I guess.
Prompt: writhing under his administrations
Type: Fic
His back arches upwards off the cold stone floor, his whole body taut. His fingers claw at his face and rip great chunks out of his hair. He can barely breathe as he twists and curls about the floor in his agony. His voice is long gone from screaming; he tries anyway.
He can not stand this pain. He's suffered physically, withstanding the Cruciatus and worse at The Dark Lord's hands. He's suffered mentally, resisting the abuse of his father, the taunts of his classmates, feigning indifference to the horrors perpetrated by his fellow Death Eaters. All of these tortures pale before this.
He finds voice enough for an inarticulate cry, wrenching his body over in a futile attempt to find comfort in a fetal position. It does nothing to cease the agony. He cannot understand why he is being punished in this of all ways. By the wizard he respects above all others. His twitching fingers make a move to cover his ears, block out the awful words, but the hateful voice echoes through the corridors. No Silencio will serve to end his wretchedness.
Through it all, he cannot keep his eyes closed. Not only must he listen, but he must stare in horror at the kindly old face reciting the guidelines. He knows of only one way he will ever make it end.
"...under Article 28b. And finally, Severus, your hair is in clear violation of the regulations concerning personal hygiene, laid out on page 2019 of Section 459d, Article 7 of the Hogwarts Code of Employee Conduct and Personal Deportment. Please see to it that you are in compliance in the future."