This is maybe a bit long...let's say a double drabble?
Winter Dance
The Headmaster of Hogwarts left the castle in the dead of the night.
As he had every winter, on the first full moon after Yule, ever since he was a scrawny second-year student and had seen that clearing in the Forbidden Forest, and the beings slowly dancing on the frozen earth, until it was black, compact and hard as the sky above. He had been the only one to see them; the other young miscreants doing detention with Hagrid hadn’t noticed anything.
He stopped in the bushes at the rim of the clearing. The Thestrals were already milling around, heads dipping and rearing, wings fluttering, but the steady nuptial dance hadn’t yet begun. Suddenly he stiffened. As a pair of black wings had folded in front of him, he had caught sight of something in the middle of the circle.
In a few long strides, he was upon her, ready to scold, but she turned with a tranquil smile, almost as if she knew of his presence. In the moon flood, her face was utterly unafraid and her hair shone almost as white as the Thestrals’ opal eyes.
“They are beautiful, aren’t they?”
He stared in the silvery eyes and there were no secrets behind their calm light.
Around them, a shiver ran through the Thestral ring.
Double drabble away, especially when this is the result!
This is so lovely: the dancing thestrals, Snape's feeling that this is a tradition known only to him, the fact that Luna is drawn to them as well, and that this is a secret they share. Speaking of Luna, she's just perfect here: calm, wise, accepting and otherworldly.
So...do you and drachenmina want to share hosting rights for the contest next week? Maybe you could do it on LJ, and she could do it on IJ? The more involved, the merrier!
Winter Dance
The Headmaster of Hogwarts left the castle in the dead of the night.
As he had every winter, on the first full moon after Yule, ever since he was a scrawny second-year student and had seen that clearing in the Forbidden Forest, and the beings slowly dancing on the frozen earth, until it was black, compact and hard as the sky above. He had been the only one to see them; the other young miscreants doing detention with Hagrid hadn’t noticed anything.
He stopped in the bushes at the rim of the clearing. The Thestrals were already milling around, heads dipping and rearing, wings fluttering, but the steady nuptial dance hadn’t yet begun. Suddenly he stiffened. As a pair of black wings had folded in front of him, he had caught sight of something in the middle of the circle.
In a few long strides, he was upon her, ready to scold, but she turned with a tranquil smile, almost as if she knew of his presence. In the moon flood, her face was utterly unafraid and her hair shone almost as white as the Thestrals’ opal eyes.
“They are beautiful, aren’t they?”
He stared in the silvery eyes and there were no secrets behind their calm light.
Around them, a shiver ran through the Thestral ring.
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This is just so Luna. And I love the last line.
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This is so lovely: the dancing thestrals, Snape's feeling that this is a tradition known only to him, the fact that Luna is drawn to them as well, and that this is a secret they share. Speaking of Luna, she's just perfect here: calm, wise, accepting and otherworldly.
So...do you and drachenmina want to share hosting rights for the contest next week? Maybe you could do it on LJ, and she could do it on IJ? The more involved, the merrier!
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