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lorediHola gentes y gentas. Cualquier error en el inglés es mío, en el original no había errores! -_-
Hi people and peoples. Any English mistake is mine, the original was flawless.
To an exceptional translator, in her birthday. Thank you for gifting us with the pleasure of your presence, your good will, your energy, time, and your kindness; thank you for sharing your translations with so many people that deserves them in the Spanish Harry Potter fandom, and for making their dreams come true in your own prose.
(With my apologies. I wish I could have done more for you =P)
Y no. No estoy de vuelta. De hecho, no me verán ni el polvo hasta el 13 de Junio. Pero eso sí, volveré con muchas cosinas...
L
Hi people and peoples. Any English mistake is mine, the original was flawless.
To an exceptional translator, in her birthday. Thank you for gifting us with the pleasure of your presence, your good will, your energy, time, and your kindness; thank you for sharing your translations with so many people that deserves them in the Spanish Harry Potter fandom, and for making their dreams come true in your own prose.
(With my apologies. I wish I could have done more for you =P)
Chapter three
Chocolate Frogs
Byperlita_negra
As if you could forget something you keep bumping into.
The news of the premier were everywhere in the national and, as Tom had heard, also in the international media. Even more, a day after another Tom would find new interviews with the cast and the staff and, mainly, interviews with Dan.
The little kid was so famous that Tom was sure he was already being asked for autographs in the streets, even if the movie wasn't going to be showed in two months. Personally, Tom didn't suffer from anything like that: he could walk freely in his town with his friends without anybody noticing him in the least. His brothers had been mocking him the first days after his arrival because of his hair's colour but in little time he had recovered his natural light brown and had cut off the blond ends, forgetting about his role for a moment.
Even if he would have to dye it for the premier, he preferred to be another Felton and not Draco Malfoy for the rest of the summer.
That day was his fourteenth birthday. He had been back home only for a couple of days after a long fishing trip with one of his brothers to a wooded area in America. Absolutely fascinated by the majesty of New York and astonished by its skyscrapers, he had firmly decided he would be living there when he grew older.
During the morning he had gone out with his friends and at his return he had sit before his computer to check his e-mails. Smirking, he read one by one the messages from his relatives, his old friends, and the new ones he had met in the set.
Dan had written, too. Tom was surprised that he had had the time with all those international interviews he seemed to have and, just for a moment, he was sure it would be one of those automatic messages or maybe one of those written by the assistants.
But it wasn't. It was a personal one and, on the top of that, just the day before a parcel had arrived to his house. A small present from Dan to Tom with a strange envelope and the logo of a webpage –one of those that sold everything.
Hi Tom!
Read Dan's e-mail.
I hope you're having a good birthday. Mine was great. My parents took me out to dinner and to the theatre, and, well, I think being twelve is a little bit strange because people keep thinking you're a child when you know that it's just not like that anymore, don't you think?
I've been busy these months. We finished filming but the interviews started just as quickly. My, I think I've been in every channel and programme here in the UK, and some in America, too. And the worst is that in all of them they ask me the same. Sometimes I laugh at that, but the good thing is that the interviewers (or whatever is the name), well they think that I'm just happy because I'm with them. Some of them don't even call me Dan, they call me "Harry", can you believe it? One would think that it's them who should tell fantasy from reality, or maybe they think that I'm a baby playing to be Harry just for fun?
Well, I've got to go because later on I've got a call. Rupert and I are again in the set, we've started filming some of the scenes of the second one. Those in which we go in the Weasley's flying car, and I tell you in case you've decided to read the books. If not, well, forget it. But you could happen to have read the script, have you? I revised it and noticed that you and I have some interesting scenes, like the duel one and the quidditch match one. I hope you keep pronouncing "Potter" like you do because I think it's very funny, though I promise not to laugh again at you. Well, not at you, but at how you pronounce it. You get it, don't you?
Can you believe they are already selling some Harry Potter stuff? Everywhere I go I see merchandise with Harry in his broom and all that, though I don't think they drew it based on me because we're not alike. Also, on the Internet I found a lot of things related to the movie, like the sweets Rupert and I eat in the train.
And remembering that, I sent you your gift.
Happy birthday, Tom. See you in the premier.
Dan.
Such a letter couldn't be answered with a "thank you, friend." Tom closed the window thinking of writing an answer later, when inspiration struck him. Of course he would not tell Dan that his gift had caused him to frown and that he wouldn't eat it to save his life (in fact, he had given it to his father, who loved chocolate) because he had to take care of his face and had already been told not to eat anything of the sort.
Dan had sent him a box full of real chocolate frogs. Well, just as real as any chocolate with milk and crispy rice. It was, in fact, a very common chocolate, but what made it special was the frog shape and that it announced to be an Official Harry Potter Product. Tom saw more flaws than virtues in it, starting by the fact that the frog was quite small and that the envelope was not even remotely like the one in the movie.
Even worse, it struck him as very odd that someone would send him chocolates by mail. At the beginning he had been embarrassed, especially when her sister and her mother had asked if a girl had sent them. No, what girl? It's just Dan, he had answered, read as a tomato. His friends, some of them fans of the books, had tried to steal them. But Tom had not let that happen.
As he wasn't going to eat them, he first thought of keeping them as a kind of souvenir, but in the end he had decided to give them to his father as long as he gave him back all the cards that came inside. Surely that wanker of Dan was going to ask him later which ones he had got. Tom hoped none of them had him... well, Harry Potter, to speak properly. And he didn't think there would be one of Draco Malfoy.
The chocolate frogs had come along with a short note that read:
Can you believe it? They sell chocolate frogs! Rupert and I were talking all the time about what a good thing it'd be if they sell them for real. I think that they've even got the wizard cards inside, like the ones on the movie, though I think not as pretty. You'll tell me later which ones you get. There are twenty-four in the box. Be careful when you open them, remember they've got a charm that allows them to jump. (I'm joking, ok?)
As if Tom had taken it seriously.
After the initial embarrassment caused by having received such a gift, Tom hadn't done anything but smile every time he remembered the box and the note. He supposed Dan might have sent the same gift to all of his friends, but with him, with Tom, he had had the birthday excuse and that made him feel different. It might not be the greatest thing ever, but it was... curious. It was special.
One of the best things of being Draco Malfoy was having met Dan, definitely.
Tom started the work of answering the e-mails that he had received, leaving Dan's at the end because he wanted to write something long too, telling him of his holidays in America and attaching a couple of photos too. She smiled, thinking that even though he was a film star with his mature twelve years, Dan was still a child, no matter people insisted on the contrary.
Of course, he was a great child. One that was so famous that he was already recognized world-wide but, at the same time, so innocent that he looked perfectly capable of believing that the frogs bought online would jump away to freedom.
Chocolate Frogs
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perlita_negraAs if you could forget something you keep bumping into.
The news of the premier were everywhere in the national and, as Tom had heard, also in the international media. Even more, a day after another Tom would find new interviews with the cast and the staff and, mainly, interviews with Dan.
The little kid was so famous that Tom was sure he was already being asked for autographs in the streets, even if the movie wasn't going to be showed in two months. Personally, Tom didn't suffer from anything like that: he could walk freely in his town with his friends without anybody noticing him in the least. His brothers had been mocking him the first days after his arrival because of his hair's colour but in little time he had recovered his natural light brown and had cut off the blond ends, forgetting about his role for a moment.
Even if he would have to dye it for the premier, he preferred to be another Felton and not Draco Malfoy for the rest of the summer.
That day was his fourteenth birthday. He had been back home only for a couple of days after a long fishing trip with one of his brothers to a wooded area in America. Absolutely fascinated by the majesty of New York and astonished by its skyscrapers, he had firmly decided he would be living there when he grew older.
During the morning he had gone out with his friends and at his return he had sit before his computer to check his e-mails. Smirking, he read one by one the messages from his relatives, his old friends, and the new ones he had met in the set.
Dan had written, too. Tom was surprised that he had had the time with all those international interviews he seemed to have and, just for a moment, he was sure it would be one of those automatic messages or maybe one of those written by the assistants.
But it wasn't. It was a personal one and, on the top of that, just the day before a parcel had arrived to his house. A small present from Dan to Tom with a strange envelope and the logo of a webpage –one of those that sold everything.
Hi Tom!
Read Dan's e-mail.
I hope you're having a good birthday. Mine was great. My parents took me out to dinner and to the theatre, and, well, I think being twelve is a little bit strange because people keep thinking you're a child when you know that it's just not like that anymore, don't you think?
I've been busy these months. We finished filming but the interviews started just as quickly. My, I think I've been in every channel and programme here in the UK, and some in America, too. And the worst is that in all of them they ask me the same. Sometimes I laugh at that, but the good thing is that the interviewers (or whatever is the name), well they think that I'm just happy because I'm with them. Some of them don't even call me Dan, they call me "Harry", can you believe it? One would think that it's them who should tell fantasy from reality, or maybe they think that I'm a baby playing to be Harry just for fun?
Well, I've got to go because later on I've got a call. Rupert and I are again in the set, we've started filming some of the scenes of the second one. Those in which we go in the Weasley's flying car, and I tell you in case you've decided to read the books. If not, well, forget it. But you could happen to have read the script, have you? I revised it and noticed that you and I have some interesting scenes, like the duel one and the quidditch match one. I hope you keep pronouncing "Potter" like you do because I think it's very funny, though I promise not to laugh again at you. Well, not at you, but at how you pronounce it. You get it, don't you?
Can you believe they are already selling some Harry Potter stuff? Everywhere I go I see merchandise with Harry in his broom and all that, though I don't think they drew it based on me because we're not alike. Also, on the Internet I found a lot of things related to the movie, like the sweets Rupert and I eat in the train.
And remembering that, I sent you your gift.
Happy birthday, Tom. See you in the premier.
Dan.
Such a letter couldn't be answered with a "thank you, friend." Tom closed the window thinking of writing an answer later, when inspiration struck him. Of course he would not tell Dan that his gift had caused him to frown and that he wouldn't eat it to save his life (in fact, he had given it to his father, who loved chocolate) because he had to take care of his face and had already been told not to eat anything of the sort.
Dan had sent him a box full of real chocolate frogs. Well, just as real as any chocolate with milk and crispy rice. It was, in fact, a very common chocolate, but what made it special was the frog shape and that it announced to be an Official Harry Potter Product. Tom saw more flaws than virtues in it, starting by the fact that the frog was quite small and that the envelope was not even remotely like the one in the movie.
Even worse, it struck him as very odd that someone would send him chocolates by mail. At the beginning he had been embarrassed, especially when her sister and her mother had asked if a girl had sent them. No, what girl? It's just Dan, he had answered, read as a tomato. His friends, some of them fans of the books, had tried to steal them. But Tom had not let that happen.
As he wasn't going to eat them, he first thought of keeping them as a kind of souvenir, but in the end he had decided to give them to his father as long as he gave him back all the cards that came inside. Surely that wanker of Dan was going to ask him later which ones he had got. Tom hoped none of them had him... well, Harry Potter, to speak properly. And he didn't think there would be one of Draco Malfoy.
The chocolate frogs had come along with a short note that read:
Can you believe it? They sell chocolate frogs! Rupert and I were talking all the time about what a good thing it'd be if they sell them for real. I think that they've even got the wizard cards inside, like the ones on the movie, though I think not as pretty. You'll tell me later which ones you get. There are twenty-four in the box. Be careful when you open them, remember they've got a charm that allows them to jump. (I'm joking, ok?)
As if Tom had taken it seriously.
After the initial embarrassment caused by having received such a gift, Tom hadn't done anything but smile every time he remembered the box and the note. He supposed Dan might have sent the same gift to all of his friends, but with him, with Tom, he had had the birthday excuse and that made him feel different. It might not be the greatest thing ever, but it was... curious. It was special.
One of the best things of being Draco Malfoy was having met Dan, definitely.
Tom started the work of answering the e-mails that he had received, leaving Dan's at the end because he wanted to write something long too, telling him of his holidays in America and attaching a couple of photos too. She smiled, thinking that even though he was a film star with his mature twelve years, Dan was still a child, no matter people insisted on the contrary.
Of course, he was a great child. One that was so famous that he was already recognized world-wide but, at the same time, so innocent that he looked perfectly capable of believing that the frogs bought online would jump away to freedom.
Y no. No estoy de vuelta. De hecho, no me verán ni el polvo hasta el 13 de Junio. Pero eso sí, volveré con muchas cosinas...
L
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Date: 2008-05-30 03:31 am (UTC)Yo no sé ingles (ajá pero escucho pura música en este idioma ^^), así que podría ser un buen ejercicio de traducción/lectura/entendimiento del inglés.
Espero verte para el mes que dices, porque estoy aguardando que vengas con más de The Simple Joy of Living.
Cuídate!
Mónica.
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Date: 2008-05-30 04:54 am (UTC)Gracias, preciosa, en serio fue un detallazo! Es... aw, nunca pensé que vería un fic mío en inglés!
Gracias... un montón de besos y de ranas de chocolate también para ti.
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Date: 2008-05-30 02:52 pm (UTC)Mi ingles no supera el del kinder, no diferencia un She de un He, a menos que sea un "hehehehehe".
Pero te felicito por el trabajo n.n y espero que te vaya muy bien en todo para poder leer tus cosas pronto.
De hecho XD hace poco te dejé una rr en una traducción para ver sino era que la habías olvidado (como no sabía nada de vos).
¡Mucha suerte con todo! :D besos!
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Date: 2008-05-30 11:16 pm (UTC)Y no manchen! que geniales están los avatares de las personas que han comentado antes de mí.
este debe ser el comment mas x que he puesto..bueno.. tengo otros peores!
saludos! a todos y todas y toditos!
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Date: 2008-06-08 04:09 am (UTC)