As you may be aware, I have over the course of my life witnessed horrors of which most of you cannot even conceive. Murderous trolls, the rages of the Dark Lord, Black's delightful sense of humor-- and yet they all pale (except, possibly, for that last) next to the monstrosities I regularly encounter within the pages of Suefics. With each fic I read, one question asserts itself more urgently in my mind: what is wrong with teenage Muggles?
Certainly, my contact with the Muggle world has been blessedly little, and it is possible (as distinct from
probable) that there are underage Muggles in possesion of some rudiment of sanity. And I know all too well that most teenagers in the wizarding world are useless, dull, cheeky, and unprepossessing in the highest degree. However, if the Suefics I've been subjected to are any indication, Muggle teenagers are all infatuated with florid prose, ridiculous apparel, and sexual unions of questionable appeal (to say nothing of legality).
Because I cannot begin to fathom the workings of Suethor's mind, I have prevailed upon a teenage Suethor to assist me with this spork. Note that she is
not the author of today's fic-- I would not put myself within a three-village radius of Ebony Rayne, as I should fear for my virtue, as well as what is left of my dignity. May I introduce... Miss Lindsay Jenkins.
cAlL mE ~~*mOoNsHaDoW rIdDlE*~~.Certainly not. And stop typing in that ludicrous manner.
~~uM, hElLoOoO, tHiS iS hOw KeWl PeOpLe TyPe, DuH.~~Miss Jenkins, if you do not stop immediately, I shall be forced to give you detention.
OmG, dEtEnTiOn!!! LyKe, In dA dUnGeOnZ? aNd, LyKe, At FiRsT u'Ll B tOtAlLy MeAn 2 mE n StUfF bUt ThEn U'lL tOtAlLy OpEn Up tO mE n TeLl mE aBoUt Ur dArK pAsT n ThEn We'Ll dO iT?!I think not. Detention is meant to be a punishment for
you, not for
me.
OmG lOl!!!Miss Jenkins, if you do start typing like a human being
immediately, I shall hand you over to the Death Eaters.
LyKe LuScIoUs MaLfOy n BaRtY cRoUcH jR? MmMmMmM...I was thinking more of
Wormtail and
Macnair.
OmG, tHeY aRn'T eVeN cUtE!Well, then.
Oh... fine.Thank you. Now, before we begin, could you please
misspell say a few words about your qualifications in the field of fanfiction?
ToTaLl-- um, totally. I kno a lot about fanfic becuz I've written a totally awesome 98-chapter fic called 'Really, Really Shiny'. It's about you, and how your hair izn't greesy it'z just--Really, really shiny?
OMG!!!!!!! How did u kno?*sigh* Perhaps I am a Seer.
Da subplot of da story iz, ur noze isn't hooked, it'z just--Aristocratic and aquiline, yes?
OMG OMG OMG!Very well. Now if you will kindly stop squealing like a mandrake, we can begin today's spork.
OMG!Story Or Series Title: My Mate, My Father, My Love I won't leave you clinging to false hope: she is
not referring to three separate people.
Student Dunderhead Author's Name: Ebony RayneFull Name (plus titles if any): Ebony Snape. It is the darkest possible portent-- the Suethor has the same name as the Sue.
OMG, lyke there's N-E-thing wrong wit that! Da heroine of 'Really, Really Shiny' is named Moonshadow, just lyke me! And she's NOT A SUE! I meen, she'z based on me, so if she'z a Sue, then I'm a Sue, too!Full Species(es): Vampire and avid incest enthusiast.
She lykes insects? Eeww!Hair Color (include adjectives): None noted, but I would wager my private stores of boomslang skin that her hair is
ebony.
Eye Color (include adjectives): 'Freaky purple', not unlike the prose herein.
That's such totally bad writing! Evrybody knos, if u want to make a really kewl character, her eyes should CHANGE COLOR, duh!
Unusual Markings/Colorations: None noted.
Special Possessions (if any): A mystical, divinatory... bowl of water.
That'z stupid! She doesn't even have an iPod or a pet unicorn? Wut kind of dumb story is this?
Annoying Origin: I allegedly adopted her when she was five years of age. Which certainly seems likely, as the only thing I enjoy more than a squalling child is a squalling
half-breed child.
N-E-wayz, why would u adopt a daughter when u already have a bunch of long-lost daughters who transfer 2 Hogwartz in there 5th year? I have no such--
OMG, yes u do! See, in 'Really, Really Shiny'-- Miss Jenkins, for your own sake-- do not give me
further reason to hex you.
Annoying Connections To Me: One need only reread the title of this fic to know of the manifold connnections between Miss Snape and myself, each more gruesome than the last.
Annoying Connections To Even More Annoying Canon Gryffindors: She counts among her friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, proving beyond all doubt that she was not reared by
me. She also receives wise counsel-- in the form of hysterical fainting fits-- from Potter's 'werewolf mate', Lupin.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters Who Are Not Me or Gryffindors, But Whom I Hate Nonetheless: Miss Snape is also friendly with Draco Malfoy, who--
OMG! Draco is sooooooo hot! I'm lyke so glad he's nice in this story!!!!!
Annoying Special Abilities: Aside from the fact that she is a whining, Potter-loving vampire with an incestuous lust for her adoptive father? None whatsoever.
Other Annoying Traits: She tooootally gets to make out with my man!!!!! Stay away from Sev, bitch! Langlock!
Mmmph mm mmph mmmph mph! Oh, dear... my wand hand must have
slipped. How unfortunate.
Points taken: 40
( An exceptionally-- and excruciatingly-- informative author's note. )( The most unsavoury sentence in the history of The Snapely Review lurks behind this cut. Read on only if you are braver than Godric Gryffindor himself. )This concludes today's installment of the Snapely Review. I would like to...
acknowledge... Miss Jenkins for her, ah,
illuminating commentary--
OMG!! It was lyke totally fun! So, lyke, are U seein any1?That is surely none of your business, Miss Je--
Cuz I was thinkin mayB we could lyke go 2 Hogzmeade n U could buy me a buttarbeer or a flyin pony or somthin n then U culd like make a conterseptive potion n we could do it n then get maried!!!! OMG!I can think of nothing more nightmarish.
OMG! U R just sayin that cuz of your inner emo pain! I kno U are really totally nice n stuff! Lyke come here!
Miss Jenkins, get--
U kno U luv me, Sevviepoo!
I command you to stop at once, you moronic--
OMG let me run my fingers thru ur shiny not greesy hair!!!!AVADA KEDAVRA!...
I... er... as I said, that concludes today's spork. Now get out of here, all of you. And remember: you saw nothing.