THE LONELY GATE HOUSE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 3
Sasporilla Bucket lay awake, in a strange bed at Droorlily in Ireland. Wondering just what she had gotten herself into this time? These people were aggressive and rude. They had no manners at all and there humor was wild and unseemly. In many ways this was an alien culture to what she knew. Everyone at home was well mannered, polite and passive-aggressive. English humor was more intellectual and dry.
"Hey Sassy." Wendy Murphy whispered loudly. "Are ya awake?"
"Yes." Sasporilla said.
"Am I interuptin' any romantic t'oughts or anythin?" Wendy asked.
"God no!" Sasporilla said. "I'm not a bloody animal."
"I am." Wendy said. "So, always safest to ask."
"Did you want something?" Sasporilla asked.
"Just wanted to say I t'ink ye'll be a good fit." Wendy said. "We'll have a gas together, it's gonna be great crack."
"Droorlily is very different from Hogwarts." Sasporilla said.
"Really?" Wendy asked in her best English accent. "You and your mates don't take the piss?"
"Well ya." Sassy started. "It's just different."
"You'll get used to it Sassy." Wendy said. "We're Irish, we've got no sticks up are arses and our spirits are wild and free. No offence." Wendy laughed.
"None taken." Sassy laughed.
"You won't find to many pretentious prigs in this country." Wendy Murphy said. "We have them, but we usually beat it out of 'em early. The ones we can't save we turn into priests and Guards."
Sassy had to laugh. They certainly did seem unpretentious. Perhaps that kind of honesty was something she needed in her life. Honesty unfiltered with no pretence.
"You remind me in some ways my girl friend Lyra." Sassy said.
"Is she a stumpy little Irish betch with an attitude?" Wendy laughed.
"No she's a tall American lesbian with wild red hair and an attitude." Sassy laughed.
"Oh I didn't realize." Wendy said.
"Realize what?" Sassy asked.
"That you prefer girls." Wendy said.
"I don't." Sassy corrected. "I don't mean Lyra's my girl friend like that, I just mean she's one of my friends who is a girl. I like boys."
"Oh." Wendy said. "I like both. I guess I'm just not dat picky. Well shyte, that is disappointin'. I like to snuggle."
"You are a funny one Wendy Murphy." Sassy laughed.
"Funny, clean on and as mad as a box a frogs." Wendy laughed.
"Goodnight Wendy Murphy." Sasporilla said.
"Good night Sasporilla Bucket." Wendy said. "Yer sure yer not inta girls? I'm open to a snuggle if ya..."
"No Wendy I most definitely like boys." Sassy laughed. "Goodnight!"
"All right," Wendy sighed. "Ye don' what yer missin."
"I know exactly what it is and I won't be missing it all!" Sasporilla laughed.
Both girls drifted off to sleep.
Sasporilla Bucket lay awake, in a strange bed at Droorlily in Ireland. Wondering just what she had gotten herself into this time? These people were aggressive and rude. They had no manners at all and there humor was wild and unseemly. In many ways this was an alien culture to what she knew. Everyone at home was well mannered, polite and passive-aggressive. English humor was more intellectual and dry.
"Hey Sassy." Wendy Murphy whispered loudly. "Are ya awake?"
"Yes." Sasporilla said.
"Am I interuptin' any romantic t'oughts or anythin?" Wendy asked.
"God no!" Sasporilla said. "I'm not a bloody animal."
"I am." Wendy said. "So, always safest to ask."
"Did you want something?" Sasporilla asked.
"Just wanted to say I t'ink ye'll be a good fit." Wendy said. "We'll have a gas together, it's gonna be great crack."
"Droorlily is very different from Hogwarts." Sasporilla said.
"Really?" Wendy asked in her best English accent. "You and your mates don't take the piss?"
"Well ya." Sassy started. "It's just different."
"You'll get used to it Sassy." Wendy said. "We're Irish, we've got no sticks up are arses and our spirits are wild and free. No offence." Wendy laughed.
"None taken." Sassy laughed.
"You won't find to many pretentious prigs in this country." Wendy Murphy said. "We have them, but we usually beat it out of 'em early. The ones we can't save we turn into priests and Guards."
Sassy had to laugh. They certainly did seem unpretentious. Perhaps that kind of honesty was something she needed in her life. Honesty unfiltered with no pretence.
"You remind me in some ways my girl friend Lyra." Sassy said.
"Is she a stumpy little Irish betch with an attitude?" Wendy laughed.
"No she's a tall American lesbian with wild red hair and an attitude." Sassy laughed.
"Oh I didn't realize." Wendy said.
"Realize what?" Sassy asked.
"That you prefer girls." Wendy said.
"I don't." Sassy corrected. "I don't mean Lyra's my girl friend like that, I just mean she's one of my friends who is a girl. I like boys."
"Oh." Wendy said. "I like both. I guess I'm just not dat picky. Well shyte, that is disappointin'. I like to snuggle."
"You are a funny one Wendy Murphy." Sassy laughed.
"Funny, clean on and as mad as a box a frogs." Wendy laughed.
"Goodnight Wendy Murphy." Sasporilla said.
"Good night Sasporilla Bucket." Wendy said. "Yer sure yer not inta girls? I'm open to a snuggle if ya..."
"No Wendy I most definitely like boys." Sassy laughed. "Goodnight!"
"All right," Wendy sighed. "Ye don' what yer missin."
"I know exactly what it is and I won't be missing it all!" Sasporilla laughed.
Both girls drifted off to sleep.
PLEASE REMEMBER
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.