er... drabbles?
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fpbI don't have as many friends as Kikei or Bruno or Kenna Hijja, but some of those I do are among the best writers around. So, can you have a go at a drabble for me?
The wind was whipping the waters of the firth into a rage.
Harry looked at her and found himself thinking.
You are not going to believe this.
A rose can sometimes be a hideous thing.
Dung did not regard himself as a sentimental man.
Melting like wax in a flame...
The wind was whipping the waters of the firth into a rage.
Harry looked at her and found himself thinking.
You are not going to believe this.
A rose can sometimes be a hideous thing.
Dung did not regard himself as a sentimental man.
Melting like wax in a flame...
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Date: 2004-10-08 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 07:06 am (UTC)"You're not going to believe this."
"What-? Gin, Mum said she wanted this stuff packed and miniaturised an hour ago."
"Shut up and come in."
"What's- ohmydearMerlin!"
"Are those your parents's wedding rings?"
"No, Harry. Why would they be hidden under Percy's old stuff?"
"You mean Percy and Penelope-"
"No. Look at the engravings."
"'Percival' and 'Bartemius'? But... they're guys? They can't... can they?"
"Sure! Why, you mean Muggles can't?"
"No. My uncle would have a stroke."
"That's not the *point*, Harry! My brother... and his boss?"
"Well, Fred and George once said-"
"I thought they were *kidding*."
"Perhaps Mr Crouch was embarrassed - Percy was so young, and his assistant. Maybe that's why he pretended not to remember his name?"
"Either that or 'Weatherby' was Crouch's nickname for Perce's little Perce. Ouch! Gin!"
"You deserved that."
"You mean he behaved like such an utter prick because he'd just lost his fiance?"
"Perhaps, Harry. People can behave strange when they're in pain. Uh… sorry."
"It's ok, Ginny."
"Well, *I* say we put that box right back and never think of it again. Urgh! Crouch! I'd think better of Perce's taste if he'd picked Lucius Malfoy."
"Don't be disgusting, Ron!"
"And no more comments about Percy's little Weatherby, ever. Ouch!"
"Shut up, Harry. You deserved that too."
(216 words)
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Date: 2004-10-08 07:12 am (UTC)The drabble
Date: 2004-10-08 07:39 am (UTC)Somehow this mutated on the way...consider it six drabbles in one.
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Dung did not regard himself as a sentimental man. Still, the sorry sight of the scrawny kitten could have moved anyone, as it was sniffing through the dustbin in the alley behind the pub in the harbour. It was raining, and the wind was whipping the waters of the firth into a rage - surely he couldn't leave it here alone.
He went back, picked it up and with a sigh he put it in his pocket.
"You are not going to believe this. Dung got me a kitten!" Hermione picked up the kitten from the floor. "But I can't keep it. I mean, what will Crookshanks say?"
Harry looked at her and found himself thinking. "I can't take it either," he replied, "and I don't think the Dursleys will be nice to it. I guess you'll just have to return it, poor thing."
Later that same evening Dung sat in his flat, glaring at the little animal who was finishing the leftovers from his dinner. But as the kitten curled up like a ball beside him, he found his heart melting like wax in a flame... "What should I call you, then?" he muttered. "Rose, because of your red fur?"
No. A rose can sometimes be a hideous thing. Too many thorns...but the colour reminded him of someone. Of course! "Weasley is a good name for a cat, dontcha think?"
Later it was discovered that little Weasley was, indeed, a she, and what name would suit her better than Molly?
Still, Dung did not regard himself as a sentimental man, no sir. Just a cat-owner. Somehow that sounded better.
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Date: 2004-10-08 07:43 am (UTC)Re: The drabble
Date: 2004-10-08 08:19 am (UTC)Re: The drabble
Date: 2004-10-08 08:22 am (UTC)Re: The drabble
Date: 2004-10-08 09:37 am (UTC)Hijja (who isn't a sentimental woman, only when it comes to cat-owning)
Re: The drabble
Date: 2004-10-08 09:47 am (UTC)Re: The drabble
Date: 2004-10-08 11:27 am (UTC)~b, sentimental sod and the owner of - or being owned by - four cats
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Date: 2004-10-08 07:43 am (UTC)-Kiks
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:27 am (UTC)Hermione sometimes thinks that the Malfoys are like roses. There is beauty in that family - bred or natural, she doesn't know - but beneath the surface, there is always the hint of darkness.
She still remembers seeing Draco in their first year. An unnaturally pale, slim boy who had gazed at her with undisguised contempt when he realised her bloodlines.
She still remembers seeing Lucius in their second year. An elegant man standing upright, fingers curled around his snake cane, looking over her coolly as if she were a piece of merchandise.
She still remembers seeing Narcissa in their fourth year. A beautiful, cold woman who looked down at her with a hint of a sneer.
And Hermione tries to keep these first impressions as she strains against her chains. They're like roses, she tells herself. Beautiful, but with thorns.
"Crucio!"
She feels her body arch against the chains, straining, straining to get free, but as the spell is lifted, she slumps back against the wall with a clatter of the metal chains.
Roses. She keeps hold of the thought stubbornly.
Beautiful.
Insidious.
But ultimately, like a rose, easily crushable.
Hermione crumples a rose petal in her hand and waits.
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 03:09 am (UTC)-
You are not going to believe this. Why should you? We were never on the best of terms at school. In fact, we were enemies. Until fifth year anyway. I was never sure after that.
But I digress.
I'm writing this letter to warn you. Yes, me, Draco Malfoy. I'm writing a letter to you, Harry Potter. No need to look that surprised.
On the 24th of October, a contingent of 60 of my compatriots will storm Hogwarts. You are warned.
Please don’t question my motives. They’re not that pure anyway. I expect asylum if we lose.
Cordially,
Draco Malfoy
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Date: 2004-10-16 03:44 am (UTC)