Harry Potter and the Lethifold Society: Chapter 5 by ElSqiubbonator, literature
Harry Potter and the Lethifold Society: Chapter 5
Desmond Greenshaw liked to have plans. Most people did, of course, but the sort of plans Greenshaw liked to have were the kind that took even more planning than usual, not to mention more time than usual. Which was why he now found himself sitting in a conference room, surrounded by dozens of people—both wizards and muggles--who he normally wouldn’t have approached, listening to a lecture on a magical disease. Greenshaw couldn’t understand most of what the lecturer—a short, thin man with a long white beard—was saying over his heavy Scottish accent, but the three-dimensional images he projected from his wand did the talking for him. This was exactly what he had come for. “In conclusion,” the lecturer said, apparently under the impression that his audience had not understood everything he had just discussed, “the Nuckalavee Virus is possibly the deadliest magical pathogen currently known. Its escape into the non-magical world would result in, at a minimum, millions of casualties, and
Harry Potter and the Lethifold Society: Chapter 5 by ElSqiubbonator, literature
Harry Potter and the Lethifold Society: Chapter 5
Desmond Greenshaw liked to have plans. Most people did, of course, but the sort of plans Greenshaw liked to have were the kind that took even more planning than usual, not to mention more time than usual. Which was why he now found himself sitting in a conference room, surrounded by dozens of people—both wizards and muggles--who he normally wouldn’t have approached, listening to a lecture on a magical disease. Greenshaw couldn’t understand most of what the lecturer—a short, thin man with a long white beard—was saying over his heavy Scottish accent, but the three-dimensional images he projected from his wand did the talking for him. This was exactly what he had come for. “In conclusion,” the lecturer said, apparently under the impression that his audience had not understood everything he had just discussed, “the Nuckalavee Virus is possibly the deadliest magical pathogen currently known. Its escape into the non-magical world would result in, at a minimum, millions of casualties, and
Good Day, Dr. Currie, you've always done well
At learning the insights that fossils can tell.
But surely you've wondered what else you could know
If you were to take a vacation, and go
Observe things that no human ever has seen
On a trip to the past in my new time machine?
And so there it is, in its stainless-steel grace
With GPS tracking for both time and space.
That Y-shaped capacitor glows awful bright,
So make sure you're shielding your eyes from the light.
Perhaps this is something you've seen once before...
Only please watch your head on that damn gull-wing door.
What's wrong, Dr. Currie? You're carsick, you are?
Two years ago, I made a promise. I promised that I would be less of "request spammer", pushing my art requests on other users constantly and following them up with constant insistence that they be finished. As one of my recent interactions with another Deviant shows, that clearly did not happen. I am still an attention-seeker who bothers other artists for requests and trades, something that in hindsight I should have realized long ago was a terrible idea. I am still fixated on certain subjects in these requests, to the extent that artists who I ask for artwork may tire of drawing those subjects. I still sometimes ask artists for free trades or requests without checking to see if they offer those first. I feel like I have let so many people down as a result of this. I've let down the artists I gave requests to, who I promised I would improve my etiquette for but never did. I've let down my friends, who expected better of me. And I've let down myself, for not changing my behavior