meme // au harry potter drabbles
I forget who suggested this, but here's a follow-up to the Sorting Hat MemeTag in with your character list, then go prompt others for Harry Potter-Golden Hour AU drabbles. I made a list of the sorting results so you don't have to keep tabbing back and forth. If you'd like a House changed or want to add a character to the list, comment and I'll
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They were turning books into mice. The librarian had, after hours of cajoling and begging and finally bullying, agreed to give them each two books on which to practice. They were all outdated textbooks, things that the library wouldn't miss and in fact had a surplus of, but Isley's eyes had still filled with tears when she'd parted with them.
Cristofolo had been given a crumbling edition of Hogwarts: A History and another, dustier tome so large that he'd had to carry it to his desk with both hands. Professor Jones walked among them, complimenting or correcting where necessary, and Cristofolo did his best to ignore him. The Professor, three weeks earlier, had been delighted rather than scandalized to learn that the Sabreme boy suffered from lycanthropy; he'd been convinced that, undergoing a self transformation once a month as he did, Cristofolo would excel at transfiguration. In this he'd been proven only partially correct. At anything to do with animals, he did excel... but not quite in the ways Jones had hoped.
"Snuffliflors," he said, and Hogwarts: A History reshaped itself into a squeaking brown mouse. Its claws were small but sharp, its teeth as well, and it scampered off the desk to head for a pocket of Hufflepuffs. Cristofolo smiled crookedly to himself when he heard their shrieks, glancing up long enough to watch Burrell and one of the Cosimos try to catch it and trip over their schoolbags.
The second text took a few tries, and on the third there was a warning growl in Cristofolo's voice when he pointed his wand at it and snapped, "Snuffliflors." The book changed into a mouse, but it was overlarge and fat, and though Cristofolo waited, did nothing. He prodded it with his wand; it didn't move.
"Trouble, Sabreme?"
Cristofolo glanced up. Professor Jones was smiling good-naturedly down at him, then cocked his head at the sight of the mouse. "I think it's dead, sir," Cristofolo explained.
"I see." A pause. "And your other mouse seems to be-- well, I believe it just leapt up onto Vance's head and tried to howl."
"Did it? That's odd, sir."
Professor Jones gave him a hard look. "Well," he said after a moment, "I'll dispose of this one for you."
"Ah! No, no need," Cristofolo laughed, and he plucked the mouse up by its tail. "I can do that myself." He tilted his head back and opened his mouth, and he could hear the new shrieks of horror over the sound of his single, loud gulp.
From the doorway came a gasp; Cristofolo's head levelled, and he saw Librarian Isley in the door, her face white and her hands knotted at her mouth. "My book. He sw- He swallowed my book," she stammered out in a thin voice, and Professor Jones put a hand to his forehead.
"Mister Sabreme. My office. Please. But first... take Vance to the hospital ward. Your mouse seems to have bitten him, and now he's sprouting whiskers."
"He seems to like it, sir."
"Now."
Cristofolo smiled. "Yes, sir."
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