well, as per request by
bekijane, here is my Mary Sue fic, starring none other than me! For this fic, I decided to incorporate both my favorite characters and my least favorite character! It was a good opportunity for me to get a little of that venting off of my chest. Hehehe... Enjoy!
Sarah La Due: Transfer Student Extraordinaire“Harry, who’s that new girl sitting next to Neville?” Hermione asked.
“Dunno exactly, but I’m betting it’s that new transfer student everyone’s been talking about. Her name’s… Sarah, I think? Yeah, that’s right, Sarah La Due. Supposed to be quite mouthy, at least that’s what Dean Thomas was saying at breakfast,” Harry replied, glancing over at the pretty new girl while trying to correctly measure his Armadillo Bile. “Have you met her at all yet, Ron?”
Ron mumbled something incoherent while shopping up a yellow, leafy plant. He didn’t seem to be very interested at all in the conversation.
“Well, she seems alright to me, would you look at that, she’s done with her sleeping draught already, and it’s exactly the right color!” Hermione seemed to be more than a little put off by the fact that someone had managed to finish before she had, but before anyone had time to reply, the appearance of Snape at Neville’s table had attracted the attention of the entire class.
“Well, Mr. Longbottom, I see that you have managed to waste some more of my supplies on yet another failed potion. It seems to me that you would do the entire school a favor by drinking the entirety Mrs. La Due’s potion, hence allowing you to sleep for a few days and release us from your unbearable presence.”
Neville turned a shade of green not unlike that of his faulty potion, but the new girl sitting next to him turned a shade of angry red. “How completely uncalled for,” she said, shocking the entire class into a silence broken only by a few gasps and the sound of Lavender Brown dropping her glass vial.
“Excuse me, Miss La Due? Do you have something you would like to say to me?”
And before anyone knew what was happening, she had begun a tirade as fast as lightening. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. It’s clear that you haven’t grown out of some teenage angst faze yet, and I do think that it’s high time you should. What kind of grown man takes out his anger on a young boy? It’s a shame you never grew up when you had the chance, Professor. I’m sure you have some terrible story about your horrible childhood, but the fact is, nothing excuses the pathetic and vile human being that you are today. It’s funny, that in a castle full of hundreds of children, you are, by far, the most immature person within these walls.”
The class stared, open-mouthed and in awe. Even Snape, for once, had nothing to say. As she gathered her things and walked towards the door, she turned and looked back to the table. “Don’t listen to a word he says, Neville. You have moral character that he can only dream of, and the hero that lives within you could out-maneuver Snape anyday.”
Walking towards the door, ignoring the now virulent screams that had seemed to have finally found their way to the Potion Professor's mouth, she tapped Ron on the shoulder and said, “You’ve added too much of the roots, Weasley.” And with a final grin and a flip of her robe, she was gone.
“You
know her?!?” Hermione asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” muttered Ron, his eyes wide as he stared out the door where she had left. “She’s dating Fred! I
knew she had to be a nutter!”
