Hojte!
Našla jsem na netu tuhle stránku :DDD Je docela fajn, že když máte chuť psát, ale nevíte co, dá vám to nápad...ale je tam i tlačítko, díky kterému vám ta stránka sama napíše krátkou "povídku" :DDDDD musela jsem to zkusit a koho jiného jsem tam asi měla napsat, než Draca Malfoye a nějakou OC :DDDD Tak jsem tam dala pár těch přídavných jmen a kde to je atd. :DDD A tohle vyšlo....je to vážně...zajímavé :DD Jinak. Je to v angličtině, ale byla by sranda to překládat, takže jestli někdo chce, klidně mu to přeložím xD Nudím se :D
Link na tu povídku ----> http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/orww9m/two-caring-uncles-punching-to-beat.html
Asi jí sem i zkopčím :DDDDDDD
Two Caring Uncles Punching to the Beat
A Short Story
by BIBI
Draco Malfoy had always hated cold Hogwarts with its concerned, cheerful cold walls. It was a place where he felt unsure.
He was a cunning, strong, butterbeer drinker with skinny eyes and tall hands. His friends saw him as a boiling, bulbous bully. Once, he had even helped a mysterious baby bird cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Draco walked over to the window and reflected on his big surroundings. The cloud teased like talking ferrets.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mavis Connor. Mavis was a kind fighter with handsome eyes and blonde hands.
Draco gulped. He was not prepared for Mavis.
As Draco stepped outside and Mavis came closer, he could see the cloudy glint in her eye.
Mavis glared with all the wrath of 1922 ambicious blue birds. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want appreciation."
Draco looked back, even more broken and still fingering the familiar wand. "Mavis, keep Trying," he replied.
They looked at each other with embarrassed feelings, like two decaying, diced dogs screaming at a very smart fight, which had rap music playing in the background and two caring uncles punching to the beat.
Draco studied Mavis's handsome eyes and blonde hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Draco in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Mavis."
Mavis looked worthless, her emotions raw like a brief, bright book.
Draco could actually hear Mavis's emotions shatter into 2534 pieces. Then the kind fighter hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of butterbeer would calm Draco's nerves tonight.
THE END
(toho, jak se zkopírovala i ta barva si pls nevšímejte, děkuju xD)






