(Coat of Arms of Baron Seaton by Ricky)
Disclaimer 1: This is fanfic. That means I do not own any of it. I just borrow it to play with for a little while and let people see the pathetic
results if they really want to.
Disclaimer 2: I'm not making any money from it. It's just for fun.
Disclaimer 3: What isn't borrowed is all made up. None of this is real or most likely at all realistic. Please don't trust any of the information in here.
Most likely you know more about whatever I'm writing about than I do.
Disclaimer 4: Attitudes, views and opinions expressed by the characters or in the story are not necessarily those of the author. Even when writing Science
Fiction or Fantasy I do not tend to attempt to create perfect/better worlds in which everybody gets a happy end ... or whatever is best for them. Please
accept that some characters will have a bad ending or be unhappy.
Disclaimer 5: I intend no insult to anyone. If I offend anyone I'm very sorry. Please understand that it was an accident as I tend to be very clumsy in these
Disclaimer 6: If my characters' conversations seem odd or they appear to be talking past each other the latter might occasionally be intentional, but most
likely it is an accident and I'm not aware that they are. It's just my bad communication skills.
Just a tiny snippet of what might have ended up a story of its own, or maybe a Harry Potter fanfic. You can try and guess who the characters are.
“Excuse me!” piped eleven year old Harry Smith, but unfortunately the two older boys didn’t seem to notice him.
“She said she was quite taken with my music,” said the boy with the violin.
“Well, my father said she can forget about that right now,” returned the other whose cap sat dashingly tilted to the right on his head. “Cause you’ve got no prospects, you see, and music never earned anyone anything.”
“It got my father raised to Marquis!” the aspiring musician countered.
“Damn it, I know that Arthur, but he’s dead and you’re just a fourth son. That won’t do for my sister.”