Merry Christmas To All, and To All a Bad Guy

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And down in the Chamber,
Tom Riddle was standing
Right next to a reindeer.

Be it Dasher or Prancer?
The young man knew not.
For he’d killed it, you see;
The blood was starting to clot.

He hissed, loud and clear –
A most startling sound.
Then deep in the shadows
Came a sight to astound:

A snake, black as coal
And with eyes all aglitter
Like lights on a tree –
A most fearsome critter.

But Tom showed no fear
Of the almighty beast.
In fact, he was here
To offer a feast.

“It’s Christmas time,”
Mused the future Dark Lord,
Stroking the Basilisk
That he so adored.

“Upstairs, all the students
Have put down their pens.
Cards written, gifts wrapped
To give to their friends.”

“But I have none,” Tom Riddle
Said with a shrug.
The snake coiled gently
In a writhing, cold hug.

And here, the boy smiled –
A rather rare sight.
And it seemed that this night
Was a little more bright.

“I have no friends but you,”
Tom Riddle proclaimed,
And offered the reindeer
He’d earlier maimed.

Blood sticky and sweet
Drip-dripped on the stones.
The snake hissed in delight
And crunched at the bones.

“Merry Christmas, my friend,”
Tom Riddle did sigh.
The snake hugged him closer.
“And to all a good night…”

MERRY CHRISTMAS, READERS!

- Love The [Festive] Bad Guy

Exploding Cauldrons and Procrastinating

I have several assignments I should be working on. I have pages of notes that are screaming to be written. There are general house-cleaning chores impatiently waiting to be completed.

Instead, I went on Pottermore and amused myself for over an hour.

Then this happened:

I put in a splash too much of Flobberworm mucus, and BOOM! My cauldron exploded. I now need to get a new one, and regain the five points that I lost from my house.

Clearly, an exploding cauldron is the Universe’s way of telling me to get my arse back into my seat and get some actual work done.

So… Geez, Universe. Fine. You could’ve asked nicely, you know…

- Love The Bad Guy

You’re Eagle, Lion, Badger, Snake; Your House Does Not Your Future Make

Hello audience! As seems to be a growing trend with me, I’ve found something awesome on the internet, and feel it is necessary to share it with, so you, too, can feel some awe.

Today I’m posting a wonderful Hogwartsy-type song by NotLiterally.com, a parody of Lady Gaga’s Born This Way.

It’s called Sorted This Way, and it is fantastic. Enjoy!

- Love The Bad Guy

It’s Easy to Surprise a Gullible Person

I had the best night last Friday, my dear readers. You see, my birthday is next week and to kick off the celebrations, my Mum arranged for my family and I to have a quiet dinner at a local pub.

“Quiet”, my arse.

I rounded the corner into the restaurant section that Friday evening, expecting to see my grandparents, my sister and my niece. I had caught my mother and sister whispering quite suspiciously in the week prior, and so I figured they’d arranged for my boyfriend Tinny to be there as well. I’m on to your sneaky surprise, I’d thought, quite smugly.

I was so very, very wrong.

Sitting at a long table lined with purple tablecloths were a few more guests than just my family. My Mum, cunning woman that she is, had gone through my mobile’s contact list, and had managed to invite Tinny, three close friends from high school, a dear classmate from university, my cousin and her kids, and another cousin who I love like a brother. It was a full house, and while I’ve yet to see the photos from the evening, I’m quite sure that the first to be taken depicts me staring at the surprising crowd with an unflattering, dumbfounded expression.

Needless to say, it was a night of laughter and memories; the guests all wrote heart-warming messages on a signature frame, and truly made me feel like the most significant person on the earth. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as loved as I did in those moments.

- Love The Bad Guy

P.S. I simply must tell you about one of my friend’s gifts. She knows me very well – she went to the Harry Potter Exhibition and bought me a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans (I’ve yet to open them, because if I eat them, I won’t have them any more…), and a Hogwarts scarf. Which House, you ask?

Can’t you guess?

Harry Potter and The Awesome Website

I know I’m a bit behind the times with this post… But have you all checked out Pottermore?! I mean, my God, that site is just fantastic!

The basic idea of Pottermore is to allow fans to learn more and delve deeper into that series we all at least know, if not love: Harry Potter. Unfortunately, only the first book is up for exploration, leaving many cranky people to guess when The Chamber of Secrets will be unveiled.

Nevertheless, The Philosopher’s Stone awaits you, with all seventeen glorious chapters imbued with gorgeous images (check out the ones below! Amazing, right?), hidden items to add to your trunk, and never-before-seen information about characters and locations, written by J.K. Rowling herself.

And, of course, it wouldn’t be a Harry Potter site without those little touches: going to Ollivander’s to receive your wand; being sorted into a House; and battling it out for the House Cup.

I’ve done all these things, and had a grand time doing so!

Here’s my awesome wand:

Here’s my awesome house:

(I was not at all surprised to be sorted into Hufflepuff, of course.)

And here’s the awesome House Cup hour glasses:

(Sadly, Hufflepuff is losing. By a lot. I can’t help but fear that some people recreate a Pottermore account if they aren’t happy about being sorted into Hufflepuff, meaning we have many members, but not a lot of active participants. Sad, really…)

Once you’ve been sorted into a House, any items you collect in your exploration of the chapter go towards House points. You can also duel other people and make potions. Seriously: It. Is. FUN!

If you’re already on Pottermore, or if I’ve reignited that Harry Potter lust within you and you’re on your way to creating an account, then come connect with me! My username is ScarletProphecy11225.

Hope to see you over there!

- Love The Bad Guy

A Rose By Any Other…

What is it about names that I find so difficult?

There have been many occasions where I’ve sat myself down before a blank page, and pulled a character from thin air. Little titbits of information form the semi-recognisable shape of a person. Half the time, I find that their complete back-story doesn’t hit the page, but I know the truth. My readers may never be told that my protagonist was exceptionally close to her teacher, hence her adoration for canon literature, or that my villain lost his parents at a young age and bounced around foster homes. They may not know — they may not need to know — but I will, and with that information, my characters have the chance to spring from the page, in-depth and rounded and alive.

This is usually where I hit the proverbial brick wall.

Chances are good that I already adore this character, whom I’ve tried to pour heart and soul into. Now he needs a name — how hard could that be?

Unimaginably so, apparently.

Names have to be perfect, right? You don’t want to slam symbolism into your readers’ faces (there is little to like about a hero named “John Goodman”), but it isn’t very special to give all of your characters generic names like Jack, Mary, Mr Smith, and so forth.

Let’s think about J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. She had many names that were unusual, but not unheard of (such as Ron, Hermione and Ginny). But then she had names that dripped with backstories. Remus Lupin, for example, references the term ”lupine” (i.e. “like a wolf”), as well as the Roman mythological twin, Remus, who was suckled by a wolf as an infant. Both of these inspirations are masterful when the reader discovers the character is, in fact, a werewolf.

Another example (of which there are many) is Melissa Marr, who wrote the Wicked Lovely series. This author even goes so far as to provide a glossary of sorts at the end of one of her books, which explains some of the sources from which she drew inspiration for her characters’ names. Two quick examples are Aislinn, her protagonist, whose nickname becomes “Ash”, which reflects nicely upon the book’s ideas of a Summer Court of faeries, within which the girl becomes entwined. The other example is a Dark Faerie named Irial – Marr appreciated the obscurity of this name’s uncertain etymology, and the fact that his nickname was “Iri” (pronounced, quite aptly, as “eerie”!).

There are too many examples of authors who have put great thought into the names in their books (feel free to share some of your favourites!), but we now return to my dilemma:

With so many great authors to compare myself to, how to I find a name for my character that works?

Well, it’s been pointed out to me recently that maybe I needn’t stress so much. After all, what would a reader appreciate more — a character whose name alludes to hidden, metaphorical origins, or a literary person who seems ready to leap from the book and sit beside you.

Silly question, really.

This week, a university lecturer supplied a task. He asked us to offer some street names from our town. He then combined these into character names. Some made sense; some were a little silly. But it didn’t matter. We just had to run with that name, and create that person’s story.

And you know what? This activity was so much fun! It didn’t matter what the character’s name was, not really. What mattered was the person we created.

Once upon a time, thinking up character names was one of the most entertaining part of my writing. Somewhere along the line, it became a stressful act, burdened by an unnecessary sense of gravity.

But I think I’m finally getting back to basics. And it feels good.

- Love The Bad Guy

100 Bottles of Me On The Blog!

One hundred bottles of me on the blog, one hundred bottles of me!
You load one down, and read it around. One hundred bottles of me on the blog!

Sing along with me, readers, because this post you are reading is my 100th! ‘Tis a strange thing — I actually went through and counted every post from the first to the last, because I was certain that WordPress had glitched and miscounted. But no. It’s a fact — I have rambled my way through a century of posts.

…I really need to get a job.

But in all seriousness, I want to thank you all for taking the time to read and comment on my works, and for being here to celebrate my 100th post. In honour of this momentous occasion, I present you with a Potter Puppets Pals video, dripping with delicious bad-guy-ness. Enjoy, and I hope you’re all willing to stick around for a hundred more demonstrations of randomness!

- Love The Bad Guy