diricawl_way's Mary Stu, Gary Sue Challenge Fic
RL has been insane lately, but I finally managed to finish my entry for diricawl_way's Mary Stu, Gary Sue challenge, although it is slightly late. x.x' This is the really nutty piece that came out of a challenge that was supposed to involved an interesting Sue!character whose gender was ambiguous. Not being able to use pronouns for my main character was insane. Wierdness in just less than 1,000 words. xD
Character's Name: Ellery Clapp
Eye Color(s): Amber
Hair Color(s): Light Brown
Other Features: Beauty marks in identical spots on both cheeks, scar resembling the Uric the Oddball on hip.
Relation to Canon Characters: Dead set on Polyjuicing into Hermione Granger.
Special Traits: Extremely skilled at performing Legilimency, despite never having a single lesson. Turns transparent (but stays solid) when embarassed. Both conditions appeared just after Ellery was treated in St. Mungo’s for an odd-looking orange bite that mysteriously appeared on Ellery’s ankle the morning little El turned eight.
Short bio: Ellery Clapp, rumored to be the child of an unknown dark wizard, was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at age eleven. Being sorted into Hufflepuff (ironically, considering possible parentage) followed directly afterward, as did a rather large stomach ache after eating too much ice cream at the Welcoming Feast. When school is not in session, Ellery lives with Ms. Clapp. Who or where Ellery’s biological father is remains unknown. In the same year as the Trio.
Author's name: twilight_nyx
Title: To Embody Perfection
Characters: Ellery Clapp, Hermione Granger, Professor Vector, & Madam Pomfrey.
Rating: PG
Challenge: #2 - Mary Stu, Gary Sue
Notes: Nothing, 'cept that the only thing that's mine is Ellery Clapp. Everyone and everything else belongs to the lovely Ms. JKR.
To Embody Perfection
The moment Hermione Granger walked into Arthimancy on the first day of her third year, she had no idea that Ellery Clapp was thinking about her, much less that the Hufflepuff had any idea that she existed. She sat down at her desk, took out her wand and a quill, and folded her hands, placing them on the table. Her back was straight, her eyes didn’t stray from the door, and she certainly didn’t hear Ellery’s quick intake of breath that occurred the moment she had plopped herself down in her seat.
Hermione Granger - in an academic sense, was a picture of perfection. Her reputation was well known; she was at the absolute top of the class. She achieved grades that’d make any average student gape in shock, or at least assume she must’ve been given an illegal Cerebral Potion some time before she started school. She was just too good. Much too good to actually be sitting in Ellery’s Arithmancy class.
Over time, a problem developed. Ellery was fascinated. Ellery was obsessed. Ellery was completely nuts over Hermione Granger. Nevermind that people called her ugly, or that she did have the tendencies of an insufferable know-it-all; she was what Ellery wanted to be. It took Ellery a while to realise this dream, but recognition occurred quickly when Hermione asked if anyone had any extra ink she could borrow (her bag had broken rushing up to the North Tower) a few weeks into the term, and Ellery, going transparent (which wasn’t an odd occurrence, it happened when Ellery was embarassed and was a weird, incurable condition, according to the mediwizard at St. Mungo’s), handed her a bottle of ink. She’d looked Ellery right in the eyes and said thank you. Ellery had only nodded, heart pounding. Merlin, she was intimidating.
Later that day, Ellery snuck into the library for the first time. Shelves upon shelves of books of every variety: old, new, torn, tidy, unopened, well-used, tiny, gigantic, dusty, fingerprinted. This was Hermione’s territory, the place where she reigned supreme. This was the way to greatness, Ellery was sure of it.
Night after night Ellery snuck into the library, and day by day got even more caught up in Hermione Granger. It was a month before Ellery found the Polyjuice Potion. Naturally, when Moste Potente Potions gave Ellery the terrible idea, it became imperative that the potion was made and got used to it’s full potential.
The ingredients weren’t hard to obtain. Ellery wrote to Ms. Clapp for the greater majority of them, which she somehow procured and owled to Ellery, no questions asked. What her child wanted was none of her concern - unless Ellery got caught. The only thing the potion needed was a bit of Ms. Granger herself. That was going to be hard to achieve.
Two weeks later, Ellery was paired up with Hermione in Arithmancy. It was the perfect oppurtunity. Ellery leaned as close as possible to her without seeming suspicious while they were still taking notes, trying to focus on her thoughts and not on the overwhelming scent of fresh ink that surrounded Hermione. Slowly, so as to escape her notice, Ellery began to probe her mind gently, passing many memories of a tall red-head and a boy with a scar - sure to be her best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter - until the memory of her first day and her schedule resurfaced. Ellery paused on that, quickly looking for her next class. Ellery didn’t bother to look at the times of everything on her schedule, since they would be in order, but instead to the subjects. The one under Arithmancy was Divination. Ellery sighed. Stealing something of hers and wiping it on a tissue to obtain some of her natural bodily oils (which should hopefully work for the Polyjuice) would be no problem, but getting it up to the North Tower before she reached Divination could prove to be rather impossible to do.
“Clapp!” Ellery jumped, realising that Professor Vector was pointing to Hermione, who appeared to have passed out. Ellery went transparent, and Professor Vector cast his student a suspicious look. “Miss Granger appears to have fainted, Ellery. Mobilicorpus!” he shouted. “Please finish levitating her to the Hospital Wing.”
Ellery nodded, still transparent, and found Hermione’s wand on the desk, taking it up and getting her out of the room. Once out of view of anyone’s range of vision, Ellery quickly grabbed a single hair off of Hermione’s head, stuffing it into a pocket of the school robes all the students wore.
The rest of the trip passed fairly uneventfully, with Ellery popping back into being a very solid looking human being instead of a transparent one, and Hermione awoke just before they reached the Hospital Wing. Still levitating, she thanked Ellery for bringing her down - though she had no idea why she would’ve passed out - and Ellery left her and her wand with Madam Pomfrey.
Ellery skipped the rest of the day’s classes, running to the dormitory to begin putting the final touches on the Polyjuice Potion. It was stored in a dusty old broom closet that no one in Hufflepuff bothered to use, and Ellery had already stewed in the lacewing flies, not to mention Ms. Clapp had sent along the fluxweed picked at full moon. Ellery grinned, adding the last bits of stuff needed, and whooped when the potion frothed and turned a dusky coloured blue.
Greedily, Ellery gulped it down. The transformation was over in minutes, and Ellery grinned as the mirror that’d been kept in the closet for this very purpose reflected Hermione beaming back. Ellery had done it. The youngest Clapp had become the embodiment of perfection.
FIN
Character's Name: Ellery Clapp
Eye Color(s): Amber
Hair Color(s): Light Brown
Other Features: Beauty marks in identical spots on both cheeks, scar resembling the Uric the Oddball on hip.
Relation to Canon Characters: Dead set on Polyjuicing into Hermione Granger.
Special Traits: Extremely skilled at performing Legilimency, despite never having a single lesson. Turns transparent (but stays solid) when embarassed. Both conditions appeared just after Ellery was treated in St. Mungo’s for an odd-looking orange bite that mysteriously appeared on Ellery’s ankle the morning little El turned eight.
Short bio: Ellery Clapp, rumored to be the child of an unknown dark wizard, was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at age eleven. Being sorted into Hufflepuff (ironically, considering possible parentage) followed directly afterward, as did a rather large stomach ache after eating too much ice cream at the Welcoming Feast. When school is not in session, Ellery lives with Ms. Clapp. Who or where Ellery’s biological father is remains unknown. In the same year as the Trio.
Author's name: twilight_nyx
Title: To Embody Perfection
Characters: Ellery Clapp, Hermione Granger, Professor Vector, & Madam Pomfrey.
Rating: PG
Challenge: #2 - Mary Stu, Gary Sue
Notes: Nothing, 'cept that the only thing that's mine is Ellery Clapp. Everyone and everything else belongs to the lovely Ms. JKR.
To Embody Perfection
The moment Hermione Granger walked into Arthimancy on the first day of her third year, she had no idea that Ellery Clapp was thinking about her, much less that the Hufflepuff had any idea that she existed. She sat down at her desk, took out her wand and a quill, and folded her hands, placing them on the table. Her back was straight, her eyes didn’t stray from the door, and she certainly didn’t hear Ellery’s quick intake of breath that occurred the moment she had plopped herself down in her seat.
Hermione Granger - in an academic sense, was a picture of perfection. Her reputation was well known; she was at the absolute top of the class. She achieved grades that’d make any average student gape in shock, or at least assume she must’ve been given an illegal Cerebral Potion some time before she started school. She was just too good. Much too good to actually be sitting in Ellery’s Arithmancy class.
Over time, a problem developed. Ellery was fascinated. Ellery was obsessed. Ellery was completely nuts over Hermione Granger. Nevermind that people called her ugly, or that she did have the tendencies of an insufferable know-it-all; she was what Ellery wanted to be. It took Ellery a while to realise this dream, but recognition occurred quickly when Hermione asked if anyone had any extra ink she could borrow (her bag had broken rushing up to the North Tower) a few weeks into the term, and Ellery, going transparent (which wasn’t an odd occurrence, it happened when Ellery was embarassed and was a weird, incurable condition, according to the mediwizard at St. Mungo’s), handed her a bottle of ink. She’d looked Ellery right in the eyes and said thank you. Ellery had only nodded, heart pounding. Merlin, she was intimidating.
Later that day, Ellery snuck into the library for the first time. Shelves upon shelves of books of every variety: old, new, torn, tidy, unopened, well-used, tiny, gigantic, dusty, fingerprinted. This was Hermione’s territory, the place where she reigned supreme. This was the way to greatness, Ellery was sure of it.
Night after night Ellery snuck into the library, and day by day got even more caught up in Hermione Granger. It was a month before Ellery found the Polyjuice Potion. Naturally, when Moste Potente Potions gave Ellery the terrible idea, it became imperative that the potion was made and got used to it’s full potential.
The ingredients weren’t hard to obtain. Ellery wrote to Ms. Clapp for the greater majority of them, which she somehow procured and owled to Ellery, no questions asked. What her child wanted was none of her concern - unless Ellery got caught. The only thing the potion needed was a bit of Ms. Granger herself. That was going to be hard to achieve.
Two weeks later, Ellery was paired up with Hermione in Arithmancy. It was the perfect oppurtunity. Ellery leaned as close as possible to her without seeming suspicious while they were still taking notes, trying to focus on her thoughts and not on the overwhelming scent of fresh ink that surrounded Hermione. Slowly, so as to escape her notice, Ellery began to probe her mind gently, passing many memories of a tall red-head and a boy with a scar - sure to be her best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter - until the memory of her first day and her schedule resurfaced. Ellery paused on that, quickly looking for her next class. Ellery didn’t bother to look at the times of everything on her schedule, since they would be in order, but instead to the subjects. The one under Arithmancy was Divination. Ellery sighed. Stealing something of hers and wiping it on a tissue to obtain some of her natural bodily oils (which should hopefully work for the Polyjuice) would be no problem, but getting it up to the North Tower before she reached Divination could prove to be rather impossible to do.
“Clapp!” Ellery jumped, realising that Professor Vector was pointing to Hermione, who appeared to have passed out. Ellery went transparent, and Professor Vector cast his student a suspicious look. “Miss Granger appears to have fainted, Ellery. Mobilicorpus!” he shouted. “Please finish levitating her to the Hospital Wing.”
Ellery nodded, still transparent, and found Hermione’s wand on the desk, taking it up and getting her out of the room. Once out of view of anyone’s range of vision, Ellery quickly grabbed a single hair off of Hermione’s head, stuffing it into a pocket of the school robes all the students wore.
The rest of the trip passed fairly uneventfully, with Ellery popping back into being a very solid looking human being instead of a transparent one, and Hermione awoke just before they reached the Hospital Wing. Still levitating, she thanked Ellery for bringing her down - though she had no idea why she would’ve passed out - and Ellery left her and her wand with Madam Pomfrey.
Ellery skipped the rest of the day’s classes, running to the dormitory to begin putting the final touches on the Polyjuice Potion. It was stored in a dusty old broom closet that no one in Hufflepuff bothered to use, and Ellery had already stewed in the lacewing flies, not to mention Ms. Clapp had sent along the fluxweed picked at full moon. Ellery grinned, adding the last bits of stuff needed, and whooped when the potion frothed and turned a dusky coloured blue.
Greedily, Ellery gulped it down. The transformation was over in minutes, and Ellery grinned as the mirror that’d been kept in the closet for this very purpose reflected Hermione beaming back. Ellery had done it. The youngest Clapp had become the embodiment of perfection.
FIN