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OtterySt.Catchpole · 11-07-2005, 11:39 PM

T: The critics are saying the ending was too abrupt.
*Ottery doing his hair in front of the vanity* O: The cads... *fires the cannons at the critics* Besides...it isn't over... *glares at the readers* until the epilogue is post. *sighs* Oh, well... *rushes out on stage to an empty hall*

But I always get the last word in...

Send in the clowns...

~

Epilogue
or
"...the wound that would not heal, It's the bitter taste of losing everything, I've held so dear..."

Present

An old cottage on a hill.

"Is that it?" The little boy asked. "Just like that and wham it's over?"

"What you wanted maybe a car chase?" The cranky old man asked. The children knew better than to take him seriously, he was always going off on a rant about something or other. It was hard to take the old codger seriously sometimes, blathering on about martians and his teddy bear as it were.

"No. But what happened to Ottery, viejo?" The little girl asked more diplomatically.

"Yeah, I mean, what happened?" Another boy asked, and the old man raised his eyes to see a group of children sitting around him before the fire, listening to his story.

He silently blessed them all for humoring a crazy old man and his lunacies, and he sighed.

"Did he have a happy ending?" A girl with short brown hair asked, sweetly.

The old man smiled at her, his saddest smile. She was dear to his heart. He could not lie to her, to spare her though.

"No. There were no happy endings for Ottery St. Catchpole. There were bright sparkles of happiness in his life," the old man smiled, remembering the soft melody from the music box, the angels, a cute and funny redhaired boy, and old friends, "but his life was a bittersweet symphony."

"Save the lectures old man, what happened then." An impatient little blonde girl asked, pouting with annoyance. She was obviously used to getting her way.

"What happened was that he had great adventures with his friends. He saw the world and he was happy when he could be. Now go off with you, I'm an old man and I need my rest." El viejo told the children. They knew they would get no more stories out of him. At least not on that day. When they were gone he walked over to his bed, where a frayed old bear sat waiting for him.

"You're a fool you know that," the bear said, it was not a question.

"I'm an old fool, and I'm tired." He lay down to sleep. In the silent evening, his bear hugged him goodnight.

Fini

~

*Ottery hugs everyone* Yeah, uhm, I'm tired kiddies. Thank you all for humoring an old man. I'm sorry to say Lottie was wrong, Love's Evil is not a fic. I don't think I'll be writing HP fics for a while. Except maybe for the Tri-Ferret Tourney, stop by kids. I love you all. Thank you again.

*Ottery and Teddy walk out*
T: You're a fool Ottery, you know that.
O:

I'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places...

EDIT: "...the wound that would not heal, It's the bitter taste of losing everything,
I've held so dear..." by Sarah McLachlan. Yeah, stealing, even if it's just ideas sucks!

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Not a proper send off I'm afraid, buts its all I can muster. Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert T: The critics are saying the ending was too abrupt. Ottery doing his hair in front of the vanity O: The cads... fires the cannons at the critics Besides...it isn't over... glares at the readers until the epilogue is post. sighs Oh, well... rushes out on stage to an empty hall But I always get the last word in... Send in the clowns... ~ Epilogue or "...the wound that would not heal, It's the bitter taste of losing everything, I've held so dear..." Present An old cottage on a hill. "Is that it?" The little boy asked. "Just like that and wham it's over?" "What you wanted maybe a car chase?" The cranky old man asked. The children knew better than to take him seriously, he was always going off on a rant about something or other. It was hard to take the old codger seriously sometimes, blathering on about martians and his teddy bear as it were. "No. But what happened to Ottery, viejo?" The little girl asked more diplomatically. "Yeah, I mean, what happened?" Another boy asked, and the old man raised his eyes to see a group of children sitting around him before the fire, listening to his story. He silently blessed them all for humoring a crazy old man and his lunacies, and he sighed. "Did he have a happy ending?" A girl with short brown hair asked, sweetly. The old man smiled at her, his saddest smile. She was dear to his heart. He could not lie to her, to spare her though. "No. There were no happy endings for Ottery St. Catchpole. There were bright sparkles of happiness in his life," the old man smiled, remembering the soft melody from the music box, the angels, a cute and funny redhaired boy, and old friends, "but his life was a bittersweet symphony." "Save the lectures old man, what happened then." An impatient little blonde girl asked, pouting with annoyance. She was obviously used to getting her way. "What happened was that he had great adventures with his friends. He saw the world and he was happy when he could be. Now go off with you, I'm an old man and I need my rest." El viejo told the children. They knew they would get no more stories out of him. At least not on that day. When they were gone he walked over to his bed, where a frayed old bear sat waiting for him. "You're a fool you know that," the bear said, it was not a question. "I'm an old fool, and I'm tired." He lay down to sleep. In the silent evening, his bear hugged him goodnight. Fini ~ Ottery hugs everyone Yeah, uhm, I'm tired kiddies. Thank you all for humoring an old man. I'm sorry to say Lottie was wrong, Love's Evil is not a fic. I don't think I'll be writing HP fics for a while. Except maybe for the Tri-Ferret Tourney, stop by kids. I love you all. Thank you again. Ottery and Teddy walk out T: You're a fool Ottery, you know that. O: I'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places... EDIT: "...the wound that would not heal, It's the bitter taste of losing everything, I've held so dear..." by Sarah McLachlan. Yeah, stealing, even if it's just ideas sucks! __________________ Last edited by OtterySt.Catchpole; 11-07-2005 at 11:45 PM.