A bunch of silly ficlets
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A host of HP related drabbles and ficlets I have written recently [no contest entries, not until the results drop], for friends/strangers/badgers.
Title: Truth
Rating: PG
Words: 195
Summary: At least she wasn't mad anymore.
Notes: Written in response to a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nightfalltwen. 'Fred+Angelina. Blanket, tear (verb), ribbons.'
Fred smiled weakly when the brought him through the door. Angelina looked like she about to burst into tears when she saw him. That heartened him, because at least she still cared. The previous night when they had fought, her hot temper got the better of her and she yelled that he would never be able to do anything helpful for the Order, that he was a clown and that was all he would ever be. At least now that he had been hurt in the line of duty, she couldn’t accuse him of being a coward.
Angelina scrambled up off the bed when Remus and Charlie laid him down. Fred tried to say something that would comfort her, make her stop looking at him with guilty eyes, but the words are lost somewhere between his mind and his tongue. Angelina could see him struggling for them, and she put a hand on his shoulder. She tears the blanket into ribbons so she can use them to bind up his bleeding leg and somehow distract them from the now all too real truth.
This isn’t a fantasy story any more. People are going to die.
Title: Overwhelmed
Rating: G
Words: 125
Summary: Exactly what the title says.
Notes: Prompt fromstardust462. 'Hermione as she walked out of her last Divination class.'
That stupid, ignorant woman!
Hermione’s mind was racing as she stumbled off the last few steps of the silver ladder up to the Divination room. She had never walked out of a class before in her life. Her heart was pounding and she was sure that her hands were probably sweaty.
Hermione took a deep breath and kept walking. She was going to see Professor McGonagall, and she would tell her that she was never going back to that inane class ever again.
But the reality of what she had just done caught up with her and overwhelmed her before she got anywhere near the Transfiguration Department. Hermione passed out and fell to the floor in front of a portrait of a giggling old lady.
Title: Uneasy
Rating: PG
Words: 311
Summary: Pansy is able to step back and evaluate the situation.
Notes: Written from the prompt 'Pansy Parkinson; pink, collaborate, slice' fromapostrophet.
Pansy sat quietly in the corner of the common room. Draco (and resultingly, everyone else) had been increasingly cold towards her after she collaborated with Hermione Granger on a Potions assignment and mentioned that maybe Hermione wasn’t as bad as general Slytherin opinion had originally claimed. She was watching the proceedings with an air of nonchalance, but what she really wanted was to be right in thick of it. Pansy longed to know what was going on, what everyone was talking about. But she had been cast out of the ‘inner circle’ for her inflammatory comments.
While everyone snickered and talked, Pansy sat alone cutting up pink paper (stationary she used to write notes to the friends that were refusing to talk to her) into snowflakes. It kept her mind off other things.
“Pansy!” Draco called to her from his seat at one of the tables. The imagery of the situation was not lost on her. He was sitting in one of the dark straight-backed chairs, with everyone (friends and admirers and various hangers-on alike) crowded around him like he was a prince.
He is a prince, Pansy thought suddenly. And we are all on pins, hoping he doesn’t pick us for beheading.
Pansy walked over to him. She couldn’t help herself. She stood in front of him, trying to look him in the eye and failing. He pulled her down into his lap and whispered into her ear.
“Don’t make it hard for me to give a damn about you. Don’t say stupid things anymore, understand?”
Pansy nodded; she couldn’t get the words out. He was squeezing her arm a bit too hard.
He held on for a second longer, then released her and grinned. “Good to have you back on our side.”
Pansy could not help thinking that perhaps this was not the best place for her to be.
Title: Escape
Rating: G
Words: 139
Summary: Dean and Seamus do it, title style.
Notes: Written in response to a prompt fromnightfalltwen. 'Dean and Seamus (relationship or friendship); five, lemon(s), family.
Seamus was invited to spend part of the summer with Dean and his family at their cottage by the lake. He happily agreed because it meant spending more time with his best friend. What Seamus didn’t realize was that Dean’s five younger half-sisters were about as loud as a rampaging troll in a china shop. In desperate search for a quiet place, Dean dragged Seamus off to his ‘secret little place’.
Hiding under the canopy of three ancient pine trees, Dean and Seamus laughed about their miraculous escape. The girls wanted to play, wanted to swim, wanted the boys to make cookies and lemonade with them, when all Dean and Seamus wanted to do was sleep in and read comic books.
The peace and quiet of the old forest was the perfect place to waste away a summer vacation.
In the coming days, I will have even more and more fic for everyone! At least, I hope so.
Title: Truth
Rating: PG
Words: 195
Summary: At least she wasn't mad anymore.
Notes: Written in response to a prompt from
nightfalltwen. 'Fred+Angelina. Blanket, tear (verb), ribbons.'Fred smiled weakly when the brought him through the door. Angelina looked like she about to burst into tears when she saw him. That heartened him, because at least she still cared. The previous night when they had fought, her hot temper got the better of her and she yelled that he would never be able to do anything helpful for the Order, that he was a clown and that was all he would ever be. At least now that he had been hurt in the line of duty, she couldn’t accuse him of being a coward.
Angelina scrambled up off the bed when Remus and Charlie laid him down. Fred tried to say something that would comfort her, make her stop looking at him with guilty eyes, but the words are lost somewhere between his mind and his tongue. Angelina could see him struggling for them, and she put a hand on his shoulder. She tears the blanket into ribbons so she can use them to bind up his bleeding leg and somehow distract them from the now all too real truth.
This isn’t a fantasy story any more. People are going to die.
Title: Overwhelmed
Rating: G
Words: 125
Summary: Exactly what the title says.
Notes: Prompt from
stardust462. 'Hermione as she walked out of her last Divination class.'That stupid, ignorant woman!
Hermione’s mind was racing as she stumbled off the last few steps of the silver ladder up to the Divination room. She had never walked out of a class before in her life. Her heart was pounding and she was sure that her hands were probably sweaty.
Hermione took a deep breath and kept walking. She was going to see Professor McGonagall, and she would tell her that she was never going back to that inane class ever again.
But the reality of what she had just done caught up with her and overwhelmed her before she got anywhere near the Transfiguration Department. Hermione passed out and fell to the floor in front of a portrait of a giggling old lady.
Title: Uneasy
Rating: PG
Words: 311
Summary: Pansy is able to step back and evaluate the situation.
Notes: Written from the prompt 'Pansy Parkinson; pink, collaborate, slice' from
apostrophet.Pansy sat quietly in the corner of the common room. Draco (and resultingly, everyone else) had been increasingly cold towards her after she collaborated with Hermione Granger on a Potions assignment and mentioned that maybe Hermione wasn’t as bad as general Slytherin opinion had originally claimed. She was watching the proceedings with an air of nonchalance, but what she really wanted was to be right in thick of it. Pansy longed to know what was going on, what everyone was talking about. But she had been cast out of the ‘inner circle’ for her inflammatory comments.
While everyone snickered and talked, Pansy sat alone cutting up pink paper (stationary she used to write notes to the friends that were refusing to talk to her) into snowflakes. It kept her mind off other things.
“Pansy!” Draco called to her from his seat at one of the tables. The imagery of the situation was not lost on her. He was sitting in one of the dark straight-backed chairs, with everyone (friends and admirers and various hangers-on alike) crowded around him like he was a prince.
He is a prince, Pansy thought suddenly. And we are all on pins, hoping he doesn’t pick us for beheading.
Pansy walked over to him. She couldn’t help herself. She stood in front of him, trying to look him in the eye and failing. He pulled her down into his lap and whispered into her ear.
“Don’t make it hard for me to give a damn about you. Don’t say stupid things anymore, understand?”
Pansy nodded; she couldn’t get the words out. He was squeezing her arm a bit too hard.
He held on for a second longer, then released her and grinned. “Good to have you back on our side.”
Pansy could not help thinking that perhaps this was not the best place for her to be.
Title: Escape
Rating: G
Words: 139
Summary: Dean and Seamus do it, title style.
Notes: Written in response to a prompt from
nightfalltwen. 'Dean and Seamus (relationship or friendship); five, lemon(s), family.Seamus was invited to spend part of the summer with Dean and his family at their cottage by the lake. He happily agreed because it meant spending more time with his best friend. What Seamus didn’t realize was that Dean’s five younger half-sisters were about as loud as a rampaging troll in a china shop. In desperate search for a quiet place, Dean dragged Seamus off to his ‘secret little place’.
Hiding under the canopy of three ancient pine trees, Dean and Seamus laughed about their miraculous escape. The girls wanted to play, wanted to swim, wanted the boys to make cookies and lemonade with them, when all Dean and Seamus wanted to do was sleep in and read comic books.
The peace and quiet of the old forest was the perfect place to waste away a summer vacation.
In the coming days, I will have even more and more fic for everyone! At least, I hope so.