Drabbling. Like it ain't no *thang...*
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This occurred less than a week ago. In that space of time, I have written five drabbles (anyone who wishes to see what the "challenges" are can go here):
Title: Snape’s New Worst Memory
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter POV
Author's Notes & Ramblings: In response to Challenge #16: Let the memory live again. Spoilers for OoP. This is my first drabble. Be gentle.
He'd overheard Dumbledore and McGonagall discussing it from beneath his Invisibility cloak last night. Snape was having trouble sleeping. Snape was "taking things too much to heart." Snape had asked for a Pensieve. Harry carefully shut the office door behind him. A Pensieve sat on Snape's desk.
Snape's inaction had killed Sirius; Harry wanted revenge. And he would have it - Snape's worst memory... Surely it would be in the Pensieve. Harry gazed into the device, which showed him Snape's new worst memory: walking into his office last term to find Harry, bent over his Pensieve, watching Snape's worst memories.
Title: Magic
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100 exactly
A/N: In response to Challenge #1: The First Time
He was fascinated from the very first time he saw it. This, this, was magic. Few people believed it existed, when he tried to tell them about it. Those who did believe his stories considered his interest in such a thing to be useless at best, and potentially dangerous at worst. And besides, there were perfectly normal methods for providing indoor illumination...
His parents were disapproving.
“But it’s magic,” he protested time and time again, but his protests fell on deaf ears. And so, at the age of ten, Arthur Weasley sneaked his very first electric torch into the house.
Title: Jive Juice
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100 exactly
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, and a cast of thousands (or at least a Double Potions classroom)
A/N: Not at all serious. In response to Challenge # 6: When Pigs Fly. No spoilers to speak of.
Bang!
Silence, and a shattered cauldron leaking noxious, yellow vapour.
“That was whack,” commented Harry, and then looked slightly shocked.
“Word,” Ron agreed, before looking rather shocked himself.
The pair turned to face Hermione. “Yo, back dat shit up,” she said. “I know whatcha’ya’ll is thinking. . . This ain’t my fault!”
“I ain’t down with this at all,” said Harry feelingly.
“True dat.”
Most Gryffindors had the decency to look mortified. The Slytherin half of the room, as yet unreached by the vapours, snickered appreciatively.
Snape’s head was in his hands. “You have truly outdone yourself this time, Longbottom.”
Title: Peer Pressure
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100, and not an article over.
A/N: Spoilers for PoA. Figured I'd write one more of these tonight, before Monday. In response to Challenge #3: A Fate Worse Than Death
He always regretted it the next morning. He knew that it was dangerous, stupid, and that sooner or later, something would go wrong. He’d been warned not to do it his entire life, but his friends - some of the most popular people at school - did it, and wanted him to do it with them. How could he refuse?
“What’s keeping you, Remus?” Sirius, voice sharp with impatience, stood in the doorway. “James and Peter are waiting for us in the Forest. Come on.” Sirius changed back into his dog form, and led the way out of the Shack.
Title: Untitled
Words: 100 on the dot
House: Slytherin
A/N: N/A
He was flying higher, faster, better than anyone ever had before. They were shocked...
He was so small, so unimportant, so clumsy, yet only he was able to soar past Voldemort's defenses... They were amazed...
Everyone who had ever laughed at him, knew then that he was the best... Bravest of them all...
Everyone thought him a hero...
Everyone thought his feathers were so beautiful...
"There you are, Pig," said Ginny, letter in hand. "Ron's been looking everywhere for you."
She paused, a quizzical expression on her face. "What are you doing in front of this mirror, silly thing?"
Obssessed? Yes, but they're so easy to write...
hp100This occurred less than a week ago. In that space of time, I have written five drabbles (anyone who wishes to see what the "challenges" are can go here):
Title: Snape’s New Worst Memory
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter POV
Author's Notes & Ramblings: In response to Challenge #16: Let the memory live again. Spoilers for OoP. This is my first drabble. Be gentle.
He'd overheard Dumbledore and McGonagall discussing it from beneath his Invisibility cloak last night. Snape was having trouble sleeping. Snape was "taking things too much to heart." Snape had asked for a Pensieve. Harry carefully shut the office door behind him. A Pensieve sat on Snape's desk.
Snape's inaction had killed Sirius; Harry wanted revenge. And he would have it - Snape's worst memory... Surely it would be in the Pensieve. Harry gazed into the device, which showed him Snape's new worst memory: walking into his office last term to find Harry, bent over his Pensieve, watching Snape's worst memories.
Title: Magic
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100 exactly
A/N: In response to Challenge #1: The First Time
He was fascinated from the very first time he saw it. This, this, was magic. Few people believed it existed, when he tried to tell them about it. Those who did believe his stories considered his interest in such a thing to be useless at best, and potentially dangerous at worst. And besides, there were perfectly normal methods for providing indoor illumination...
His parents were disapproving.
“But it’s magic,” he protested time and time again, but his protests fell on deaf ears. And so, at the age of ten, Arthur Weasley sneaked his very first electric torch into the house.
Title: Jive Juice
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100 exactly
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, and a cast of thousands (or at least a Double Potions classroom)
A/N: Not at all serious. In response to Challenge # 6: When Pigs Fly. No spoilers to speak of.
Bang!
Silence, and a shattered cauldron leaking noxious, yellow vapour.
“That was whack,” commented Harry, and then looked slightly shocked.
“Word,” Ron agreed, before looking rather shocked himself.
The pair turned to face Hermione. “Yo, back dat shit up,” she said. “I know whatcha’ya’ll is thinking. . . This ain’t my fault!”
“I ain’t down with this at all,” said Harry feelingly.
“True dat.”
Most Gryffindors had the decency to look mortified. The Slytherin half of the room, as yet unreached by the vapours, snickered appreciatively.
Snape’s head was in his hands. “You have truly outdone yourself this time, Longbottom.”
Title: Peer Pressure
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100, and not an article over.
A/N: Spoilers for PoA. Figured I'd write one more of these tonight, before Monday. In response to Challenge #3: A Fate Worse Than Death
He always regretted it the next morning. He knew that it was dangerous, stupid, and that sooner or later, something would go wrong. He’d been warned not to do it his entire life, but his friends - some of the most popular people at school - did it, and wanted him to do it with them. How could he refuse?
“What’s keeping you, Remus?” Sirius, voice sharp with impatience, stood in the doorway. “James and Peter are waiting for us in the Forest. Come on.” Sirius changed back into his dog form, and led the way out of the Shack.
Title: Untitled
Words: 100 on the dot
House: Slytherin
A/N: N/A
He was flying higher, faster, better than anyone ever had before. They were shocked...
He was so small, so unimportant, so clumsy, yet only he was able to soar past Voldemort's defenses... They were amazed...
Everyone who had ever laughed at him, knew then that he was the best... Bravest of them all...
Everyone thought him a hero...
Everyone thought his feathers were so beautiful...
"There you are, Pig," said Ginny, letter in hand. "Ron's been looking everywhere for you."
She paused, a quizzical expression on her face. "What are you doing in front of this mirror, silly thing?"
Obssessed? Yes, but they're so easy to write...
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on 2003-09-03 10:38 am (UTC)Be warned. This is the beginning of the end.
=)
But that's the thing:
on 2003-09-03 07:36 pm (UTC)Drabbles are easy for me precisely because there is an end in sight, whereas if I am just writing a fic, I have no idea when (or whether) it's "finished" or not.
loveliness
on 2003-09-03 05:18 pm (UTC)But I really like 'Jive Juice.' Maybe I should show this to the kids at school who talk like that. Maybe then they'd realise how "whack" they sound. ;D
Thank you!
on 2003-09-03 07:39 pm (UTC)I can just imagine that that's how it happened with Arthur. I don't imagine that he's changed much since a child, at least in regards to the Muggle fascination.
And Pig is cuter when I'm writing him than reading him;-)
But I really like 'Jive Juice.' Maybe I should show this to the kids at school who talk like that. Maybe then they'd realise how "whack" they sound. ;D
Sho 'nuff. Word.
Re: Thank you!
on 2003-09-04 03:03 pm (UTC)No, I don't think so either.
Sho 'nuff. Word.
*laughs*