Week 6 Voting
I'm putting this up early because I've been up all night writing, and I'm sure I'll end up sleeping in, so I wanted to get it up now.
Read the voting rules, please!
1. Please don’t vote for yourself or ask/coerce/blackmail others into voting for you.
2. If you submitted a drabble, you are required to vote.
3. Please vote for a Most and Second Favorite drabble. If you do not vote for both, your vote will not be counted.
4. Vote for the NUMBER, not the name. For the ease of the mods, please!
5. Don’t forget the prompt: Meeting the Parents
Voting will end Wednesday, October 20, 2010.
Feel free to comment about a given drabble; we’ll be sending out feedback from now on.
1.
Author: scratchingpost1
Title: Was it something I said?
Word Count: 271
Rating: G
Warnings: none
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As he stared at the girl Ron had brought home with him, Arthur Weasley carefully folded a piece of parchment and tucked it safely into his pocket. This was not the girl he had expected to see. She would not be able to answer any of his questions about televisions or batteries or airplanes. After listening to her talk non-stop for a half an hour about nothing but what Ron looked like as he played Quidditch, he doubted she would be able to answer even the simplest questions about witchcraft.
He winced as Lavender once again praised "Won-Won's" flying skills.
"... And then Won-Won kicked the Quaffle away from the goal. He's so brave!"
Arthur could hear Fred and George laughing in the next room. He wished he could join them.
" ... Of course, I already knew we were going to win the game. I saw it when I was doing my Divination homework, but it was still exciting to watch Won-Won on his broom. He flies it so well!"
Arthur dove in when Lavender finally paused for a breath. "Excuse me, but what are you doing here?" He turned to Ron. "When you said you were bringing someone special home, I thought you meant Hermione."
"Hermione?" Lavender squeaked. "Why would my Won-Won bring her here?"
"She's all he's talked about for ages. He sends owls about her all the time." He touched the parchment in his pocket. "I had things I wanted to ask her."
When Lavender ran off with tears in her eyes, Arthur turned to face Ron again. "Was it something I said?"
2.
Author: deirdre_aithne
Title: Christmas Holiday
Word Count: 262
Rating: G
Warnings: Obnoxious nickname usage
“Well, you must be the lovely witch who stole our Ron's heart!” Arthur Weasley smiled at the witch clinging to his youngest son's arm, and she didn't even tear her eyes away from Ron long enough to answer.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ron nodded. “Dad, this is Lavender.” From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his girlfriend and then back to his father. Lavender was still watching him with her usual wide, doe-eyed expression, and it was uncomfortable enough at Hogwarts, let alone in front of his family. “Uhm, Lavender, this is my dad,” he tried, gesturing with the arm that was currently free of her vice-grip.
This time, she turned her head to look at Arthur with her smile still in place. “Good to meet you, Mr. Weasley,” she said, holding out her own free hand. Arthur accepted it for a quick shake and nodded.
“It's a pleasure, Miss Brown.” As soon as he released her hand, Lavender wrapped her arm back around Ron's and returned to watching him with adoration. Trying not to chuckle at the sight, Arthur glanced around at the other families retreating from Platform 9 ¾. “Well then, kids, shall we be going then? Molly is looking forward to seeing you, Ron. And to meeting you,” he added with a small nod to Lavender.
“Oh, wonderful!” the witch squeaked, loosing one of her hands of its hold on Ron to grab the handle of her trunk. “Come on, Won-Won! I can't wait to meet your mum!”
3.
Author: benebu
Title: Out of Comfort Zone
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
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As the tea things were removed from the table, Arthur was reasonably confident that the reason for his meeting Lavender Brown today would come up in no time.
Indeed, the young woman paused for the briefest moment before visibly steeling herself and asking "Do you know, Mr Weasley, what I wanted to see you about?"
"Err…" Arthur’s voice trailed. Something in her tone told him she couldn't care less, at this moment, about his Muggle answering machine and the funny way it randomly erased messages. "This is somehow about Ron?" he ventured.
She nodded. "Exactly. Have you been made aware of his recent engagement?"
Arthur blinked, then blinked again. "I beg your pardon?"
"A week ago, your son Ron has proposed to my daughter, and she has accepted him. But my Harriet is only 19 and I wonder…"
She probably kept on talking for several minutes, voicing her legitimate worries, but at that point, Arthur only knew that: 1) he needed a stiff drink about right then, and: 2) he was definitely not the parent Mrs Brown needed to talk to.
With due apologies, he proceeded to tell her as much as soon as he found himself capable of speech.
Read the voting rules, please!
1. Please don’t vote for yourself or ask/coerce/blackmail others into voting for you.
2. If you submitted a drabble, you are required to vote.
3. Please vote for a Most and Second Favorite drabble. If you do not vote for both, your vote will not be counted.
4. Vote for the NUMBER, not the name. For the ease of the mods, please!
5. Don’t forget the prompt: Meeting the Parents
Voting will end Wednesday, October 20, 2010.
Feel free to comment about a given drabble; we’ll be sending out feedback from now on.
1.
Author: scratchingpost1
Title: Was it something I said?
Word Count: 271
Rating: G
Warnings: none
**********
As he stared at the girl Ron had brought home with him, Arthur Weasley carefully folded a piece of parchment and tucked it safely into his pocket. This was not the girl he had expected to see. She would not be able to answer any of his questions about televisions or batteries or airplanes. After listening to her talk non-stop for a half an hour about nothing but what Ron looked like as he played Quidditch, he doubted she would be able to answer even the simplest questions about witchcraft.
He winced as Lavender once again praised "Won-Won's" flying skills.
"... And then Won-Won kicked the Quaffle away from the goal. He's so brave!"
Arthur could hear Fred and George laughing in the next room. He wished he could join them.
" ... Of course, I already knew we were going to win the game. I saw it when I was doing my Divination homework, but it was still exciting to watch Won-Won on his broom. He flies it so well!"
Arthur dove in when Lavender finally paused for a breath. "Excuse me, but what are you doing here?" He turned to Ron. "When you said you were bringing someone special home, I thought you meant Hermione."
"Hermione?" Lavender squeaked. "Why would my Won-Won bring her here?"
"She's all he's talked about for ages. He sends owls about her all the time." He touched the parchment in his pocket. "I had things I wanted to ask her."
When Lavender ran off with tears in her eyes, Arthur turned to face Ron again. "Was it something I said?"
2.
Author: deirdre_aithne
Title: Christmas Holiday
Word Count: 262
Rating: G
Warnings: Obnoxious nickname usage
“Well, you must be the lovely witch who stole our Ron's heart!” Arthur Weasley smiled at the witch clinging to his youngest son's arm, and she didn't even tear her eyes away from Ron long enough to answer.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ron nodded. “Dad, this is Lavender.” From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his girlfriend and then back to his father. Lavender was still watching him with her usual wide, doe-eyed expression, and it was uncomfortable enough at Hogwarts, let alone in front of his family. “Uhm, Lavender, this is my dad,” he tried, gesturing with the arm that was currently free of her vice-grip.
This time, she turned her head to look at Arthur with her smile still in place. “Good to meet you, Mr. Weasley,” she said, holding out her own free hand. Arthur accepted it for a quick shake and nodded.
“It's a pleasure, Miss Brown.” As soon as he released her hand, Lavender wrapped her arm back around Ron's and returned to watching him with adoration. Trying not to chuckle at the sight, Arthur glanced around at the other families retreating from Platform 9 ¾. “Well then, kids, shall we be going then? Molly is looking forward to seeing you, Ron. And to meeting you,” he added with a small nod to Lavender.
“Oh, wonderful!” the witch squeaked, loosing one of her hands of its hold on Ron to grab the handle of her trunk. “Come on, Won-Won! I can't wait to meet your mum!”
3.
Author: benebu
Title: Out of Comfort Zone
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
***
As the tea things were removed from the table, Arthur was reasonably confident that the reason for his meeting Lavender Brown today would come up in no time.
Indeed, the young woman paused for the briefest moment before visibly steeling herself and asking "Do you know, Mr Weasley, what I wanted to see you about?"
"Err…" Arthur’s voice trailed. Something in her tone told him she couldn't care less, at this moment, about his Muggle answering machine and the funny way it randomly erased messages. "This is somehow about Ron?" he ventured.
She nodded. "Exactly. Have you been made aware of his recent engagement?"
Arthur blinked, then blinked again. "I beg your pardon?"
"A week ago, your son Ron has proposed to my daughter, and she has accepted him. But my Harriet is only 19 and I wonder…"
She probably kept on talking for several minutes, voicing her legitimate worries, but at that point, Arthur only knew that: 1) he needed a stiff drink about right then, and: 2) he was definitely not the parent Mrs Brown needed to talk to.
With due apologies, he proceeded to tell her as much as soon as he found himself capable of speech.