37: Music Child – Chapter Eight

Title: Music Child
Author: Writer.of.the.gods
Media: Book and/or Movie
Topic: Harry Potter
Genre: Adventure/Humor is what it’s listed as…
URL: Music Child: Chapter Eight
Critiqued by Lyle

Chapter Eight – I push Lavender and Parvati off my bed

Oh, hi there.  I didn’t see you at first.  You want to delve further in?  Are… are you sure?  Really?  *eyes shift side to the side for a moment as if looking for an escape route*  O… okay then.  Before we begin I need you to sign this waiver, though, releasing me from any brain damage you may receive when your head repeatedly hits your desk.

*shuffles the papers into a pile* Looks like that’s all in order then.

So, the last time we met, our heroine, an 11 year old musical prodigy named Minvera (because the author is incapable of spelling Minerva correctly… she hasn’t gotten it right once in the past seven chapters) has just arrived at Hogwarts to be sorted into her new house.

We start things off with a mixed narrative that implies that the author is now a student along with everyone else.

We all stood there, waiting for someone to take us to get sorted. While we were waiting, and me listening to Skillet’s Awake and Alive, rumors was spreading on how they were to get sorted. Miv snorted, some of them was really ridiculous.

Oink! Snort snort snuffle oink!

Then “the ghost” runs into them, which I would imagine would be painful if ghosts had physical form and weren’t merely ethereal vapors of their original selves.  There’s no mention which ghost this is, either.  For those who paid attention when they read the books or watched the movies, Hogwarts is home to many ghosts, none of which are simply referred to as “The Ghost.”

In addition to The Ghost, Professor McGonagall shows up, although there is also no specification on her name.  We merely get “the Transfiguration (somehow spelled correctly) teacher.”  Author mentions this is the one that shares Min’s name, although I have no idea which teacher goes by the name of “Minvera.”

The real Minerva ushers the children into the Great Hall, as is her duty.  Min-Max notes that she’s going to refer to McGonagall as “Minnie” now, which really just messes up my entire narrative as that’s my nickname for Minnie-Sue here.  Damnation.

So everyone is sitting down… somewhere… while the sorting begins.  Never mind that all the new first years are supposed to stand at the front of the room until they are sorted into Houses.  I guess they added a new table since I read the books?  Mivvy is listening to her iPod (*sigh*) too loudly to hear her name called and has to be prodded by Ron, whom she snaps at to stop poking her.  Now, looking even more like an ass, she heads up to the front of the room to be sorted.

The Sorting Hat hits her head and silence breaks out across the room.  Everyone stares.  Gasp! Something extremely magnificent is about to happen!

“Look this way.” A mans voice came from her right. She gasp, and the hat on her head vanished. She pulled her dagger and wand. The mans hands raised up in surrender.

Whatever is this?!  My Spidey-Sue senses are tingling!

“Wow.. calm down. I am the Sorting Hat, just in a different form.” He said.

*Headdesk*

The Sorting Hat in human form.  Seriously?  What. The. Hell.  Well, let’s see what he has to say since he found it necessary to somehow anthropomorphize himself.

He introduces himself as “Rodrick” and tells her that he hasn’t taken human form in centuries and has only done so now due to her destiny… which, of course, he can’t tell her anything about because it “messes with the Time Line,” to which Min-Miv replies “Well, F*** the time line.”  A very accurate description of this story’s treatment of canon and probably the best summary of this entire piece of literary excrement that I’ve seen yet:

Music Child – Fuck the Timeline

After some drivel about her needing to trust Snape and Slughorn (who doesn’t appear until Book 6…) the Man-Hat tells “Minevera” (closer, but still way off) that she has to trust people “who really love.”   How… poetic?  Anyway, after this pointless tangent, he turns back into a hat, pops himself onto her head, and “time continued.”

Oh, so time froze for this little interlude?  That’s… weird.  Usually when out of the ordinary things happen around a Mary Sue, there are at least five people who witness it so they can fawn over her when it’s all said and done.

Rodrick the Headgear (I’m totally making this one of my customized Munchkin Cards!  He gives a +1 combat bonus and is useable by Wizards and Bards only (because he randomly breaks into song).  He also doubles as a Minion and can be thrown at a monster for automatic escape; however you will lose Rodrick the Headgear if you do this) sorts her into Gryffindor (well duh) and she goes back to her seat.  There’s more pointless mention of her fancy electronic music device.

The sorting finishes after more mention of songs that haven’t come out yet and the food arrives.  For some reason, her eating manners (oink oink) remind Ron of his own family and he jokes about her being related to them.  She says that she’s not unless her dad was related to them.  This prompts a very eloquent question from Harry.

“Who is, wait. You said was.” Harry said.

Sentence not, dance. Putting it order, stroganoff.

Somehow, Manilla understands what Harry so succinctly asked and tells everyone her father was murdered by Death Eaters.  Then she blocks them out by turning up her music all the way.  Too bad she doesn’t break her ear drums.  Wait, did I type that?

Anyway, the feast ends and, without any sort of scene break or indication that time was passing, we go from her sitting in the Great Hall to laying on her bed.  Lavender, one of the other girls, dares to call her “Minevera” ( *twitches*) and she flips out at them.  Regardless of her Bitch-Aura, Lavender attempts to get Minimal to talk with them and get to know them, since they will all be in class together for the next seven years.

She declines and Parvati sits on Min’s bed and asks the Musical Prodigy why she talks so weird.  We are, once more, enlightened to the fact that she has a Southern American accent.  Because, you know, we totally spaced on that from last chapter… and the chapter before… and the chapter before… and so on.  I’m fairly certain her accent is mentioned in every flipping chapter.

This leads to Lavender and Parvati getting excited and Min thus literally kicks them off her bed.  She scolds them about jumping on her bed and also tells them that they talk weird.  She pulls her curtains closed and pets her cat, which is suddenly named Fighter, and she decides she needs to teach her new roommates “American Culture.”  It ends with:

And they say Americans are weird, have they looked at themselves? They don’t have Star bursts!

Can I hit her now?  Please?


21 Comments on “37: Music Child – Chapter Eight”

  1. LimeLolly says:

    I’ve got a spare pvc pipe that we can fill. I say, we hit her with the biggest roll of Starburst we can make.

  2. :gives Lyle Mr. Crowbar:

    I suggest starting with her fingers.

  3. TacoMagic says:

    Music Child – Fuck the Timeline

    If anyone needs me, I’ll be cleaning all the nose coffee out of my keyboard.

    Also, I liked the shout-out to Min-Max.

    • "Lyle" says:

      Yeah, that’s one of the lines I had forgotten about until I re-read this and ended up snickering uncontrollably. And I hoped someone would get the Min-Max reference. :)

  4. Kate says:

    This might be your best one yet.

    • "Lyle" says:

      Thanks, Kate!

    • Jen says:

      Secondeded. My paroxysms became increasingly difficult to hide – may have to introduce the rest of the office to this site, lest they think I’ve completely lost it.

      P.S apologies for overly-thesaurus-ised comment. Too many wannabe-lawyer’s submisions make Jen go al doolally.

      • "Lyle" says:

        No worries. I think we all understood what you meant. Now, tell that to the author of this trainwreck and I think she may assume you just asphyxiated, given her knowledge of meaning of words.

  5. You have my permission to break off one of Minnnannoyance’s appendages and beat her to a bloody pulp with it.

    But first, take her iPod and make her watch as you replace all her music with the Best of John Denver CD.

  6. Addicted Reader says:

    ::joins the Author beat-down::

    So. Many. Things. Wrong!

    Forget things like knowing the canon or researching locations – has this kid ever been to school? Where would she be allowed to be plugged into her music like that??

  7. My text-to-speech program pronounces “Min” as “Minimum”. I am amused.

  8. DawnFire says:

    Lookit the long comment I saved from the restart!

    …Alright, it’s official. The Ghost is a Time Lord (or possibly Lady) who wandered in from a different universe and got stuck. Whether the Ghost is actually dead or just awkwardly named is another matter, of course.

    And of course they added a new table. Can’t have the ickle firsties getting tired, can we? It’s a magical table (obviously) that disappears as soon as everyone’s been Sorted. Great invention. We still haven’t figured out whether it makes the first-years more or less nervous, but we’re working on it.
    …or maybe this is actually HFA and she forgot to mention the other three new tables. And was actually Sorted into Sparklypoo, not Gryffindor.

    Speaking of that bit, her ‘fancy electronic music device’ shouldn’t even be working at Hogwarts…wait, did Dumbledore charm it to work, or am I making things up about previous chapters? And if so, why hasn’t he patented that charm and distributed it to places selling Muggle electronics?

    Oh, and Rodrick the Hat is pretty awesome. In fact, I like him. I’m even vaguely considering taking this on as a mission so he can be recruited to the PPC. I mean, an anthropomorphic version of the Sorting Hat would be really wise and intuitive, I believe, and therefore a great guide…and he would probably either complain or be embarrassed about having gained anthro status because of a Mary-Sue…and he’d probably have really bad timing for turning back into a hat…
    You see why I want to write this? Seriously:

    Agent 1: “My partner’s a Klingon. Top that.”
    Agent 2: “My partner’s a hat. Top *that*.”
    Agent 1: *stares*
    (long silence)
    Agent 1: “When you say ‘hat’, do you mean–”
    Agent 2: “Yes.”
    Agent 1: “Oh.”
    (pause)
    Agent 1: “So, um, how’s that working out for you?”
    Agent 2: “Surprisingly well. He’s very good at thinking up ways to trap the Sues.”
    Agent 1: “Wait, ‘he’?”
    Agent 2: “Oh, didn’t I mention? My partner’s Rodrick, the amazing anthropomorphic representation of the Hogwarts Sorting Hat. He was created in a Suefic. Great guy, very smart–just has this awful tendency to turn [back] into a hat at random times…”
    Agent 1: “…”
    Agent 2: “And then there’s the singing, don’t even get me started on that. At least he can rhyme, but sometimes he won’t shut up–says it’s too much fun after having spent so much time on a shelf–”
    Agent 1: “I–I think I get the picture.”
    Agent 2: “And then sometimes he goes on and on about a magical destiny, but won’t tell me what it is, and it gets really annoying, you know?”
    Agent 1: “Yeah, uh, I…listen, I should get moving, I think we’ve got a mission.”
    Agent 2: “Oh…really? How can you tell?”
    Agent 1: “I can recognize the Klingon Warriors’ Anthem a mile off. Or whatever the unit of measurement is in HQ. Bye!” *runs for it*
    Agent 2: “Hey! You forgot your ball of fluff!”
    Agent 1: *yelling over shoulder* “Keep it! I have to get rid of it anyway, Klingons hate tribbles! Just don’t feed it!”
    Agent 2: “What?”
    Agent 1: “Bye!” *disappears around a corner*
    Agent 2: “Huh. Weird. I could have sworn she said not to feed it…that can’t be right, though, it’d starve.” *examines the tribble* “Well, guess I’d better find you some food and a place to sleep, little guy. Wonder where your mouth is?”

    And thus it was that Agent 1 went on a mission with her Klingon partner (who gained great honor by slaying yet another Sue) and Agent 2 flooded most of PPC HQ with tribbles.

    Wow. I *really* want to write this now. Not sure I want to take on the fic, though.

    …wait, hold on. The voice comes from beside her *before* the hat vanishes from her head? Huh?
    So Rodrick can be in two places at once? That is, he can momentarily be both a hat and a man?
    Wow. Deep.

    Also, if we’re hitting her with a giant roll of Starbursts, can I eat some of them afterwards?
    Ooh, idea for a new bleeproduct. Bleebursts! Or…Bleepbursts! Hm…Starblees? Not sure…they’d be pretty tasty, though.

    ~DawnFire