That's actually a really tough question. I'm proudest of "Traitor," but "favorite" implies liking something, and I don't like "Traitor."
The bit that comes to mind that I like the most is when Hermione finds her way into the kitchens in "She Married Her Choice." I especially liked:
With one last supreme effort, she edged forward enough to get her head out of the hole, where hopefully one or another elf would see her, should they look up. Unfortunately, she didn't have the strength to hold her head upright, so her head flopped over the edge, and waves of her knotted, frizzy, brown hair cascaded down the wall like furry tentacles, blocking any view she might have had.
It wasn't long before she heard a high pitch scream and felt something prickly and bendy slapping her hair and head.
"Out, out! No furry creatures allowed in here!" She heard an elfish voice squeak in between another round of slaps. It really wasn't helping her headache any, truth be told.
Knowing she had the attention of at least one elf, Hermione made the concerted effort to raise her head, only to get slapped harder.
"Ger' off," she croaked, barely audible, but loud enough that all movement, all hustle and bustle in the kitchen, stopped, and Hermione could feel the eyes of a hundred house-elves staring straight at her.
Then the whapping continued with renewed vigor.
"I's not care whether you speak or not. NO fuzzy creatures in kitchen now!" the elf squeaked again anxiously.
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Date: 2009-10-22 07:12 pm (UTC)The bit that comes to mind that I like the most is when Hermione finds her way into the kitchens in "She Married Her Choice." I especially liked:
With one last supreme effort, she edged forward enough to get her head out of the hole, where hopefully one or another elf would see her, should they look up. Unfortunately, she didn't have the strength to hold her head upright, so her head flopped over the edge, and waves of her knotted, frizzy, brown hair cascaded down the wall like furry tentacles, blocking any view she might have had.
It wasn't long before she heard a high pitch scream and felt something prickly and bendy slapping her hair and head.
"Out, out! No furry creatures allowed in here!" She heard an elfish voice squeak in between another round of slaps. It really wasn't helping her headache any, truth be told.
Knowing she had the attention of at least one elf, Hermione made the concerted effort to raise her head, only to get slapped harder.
"Ger' off," she croaked, barely audible, but loud enough that all movement, all hustle and bustle in the kitchen, stopped, and Hermione could feel the eyes of a hundred house-elves staring straight at her.
Then the whapping continued with renewed vigor.
"I's not care whether you speak or not. NO fuzzy creatures in kitchen now!" the elf squeaked again anxiously.
I like it cuz I think it's funny. :-)