Oh man, I talk to you about so many of my fics, Cassidy dearest... Sometimes I tell you about story ideas that never even get written down... Hmm... You've read/watched the Narnia series, right? How about this crossover... This one actually has bits of dialogue! Not an outline! (Unusual)
Or, at least, Mr. Tumnus was fairly certain that this place was called “Spare Oom”. Lucy Pevensie had never been entirely clear about the name of the place that she had come from, and had thrown around names like “War Droab,” “Spare Oom”, “Aarth” and “Ingle-land” almost interchangeably.
Still, one thing was for sure: he definitely wasn’t in Narnia anymore.
---- (When he cheerfully went to a small nearby town to ask for directions, Tumnus ends up freaking out the muggles and eventually being captured by the Magical Creatures Department of the Ministry For Magic. Eventually, he somehow ends up either in the Burrow or in Grimmauld Place, I'm not sure which (or why).) All Tumnus now wants is to make some tea. ----
Mrs. Weasley, with the intent of helping him at the stove, drew her wand.
Mr. Tumnus started violently sideways with the sound of hooves skittering on linoleum, nearly dropping the pot that he was holding.
“Please put that away,” he asked her, not looking in her direction, even going so far as to hold a hand over his closest eye like a horse blinder.
“Why? It’s just a wand-“
“The last time someone pointed one at me, I woke up in a cell. And- and the time before that, I got turned into a statue, and the time before that, I –“
The faun sounded so distressed that Mrs. Weasley couldn’t not put her wand away.
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Tumnus in Spare Oom
Date: 2011-02-17 12:45 am (UTC)Or, at least, Mr. Tumnus was fairly certain that this place was called “Spare Oom”. Lucy Pevensie had never been entirely clear about the name of the place that she had come from, and had thrown around names like “War Droab,” “Spare Oom”, “Aarth” and “Ingle-land” almost interchangeably.
Still, one thing was for sure: he definitely wasn’t in Narnia anymore.
---- (When he cheerfully went to a small nearby town to ask for directions, Tumnus ends up freaking out the muggles and eventually being captured by the Magical Creatures Department of the Ministry For Magic. Eventually, he somehow ends up either in the Burrow or in Grimmauld Place, I'm not sure which (or why).) All Tumnus now wants is to make some tea. ----
Mrs. Weasley, with the intent of helping him at the stove, drew her wand.
Mr. Tumnus started violently sideways with the sound of hooves skittering on linoleum, nearly dropping the pot that he was holding.
“Please put that away,” he asked her, not looking in her direction, even going so far as to hold a hand over his closest eye like a horse blinder.
“Why? It’s just a wand-“
“The last time someone pointed one at me, I woke up in a cell. And- and the time before that, I got turned into a statue, and the time before that, I –“
The faun sounded so distressed that Mrs. Weasley couldn’t not put her wand away.