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er, i wrote a story for the contest, but then realised it was utter crap. i certainly never claimed to be a good writer. but here it is anyway:
once upon a time, there lived a witch called Drusilla. she was a good witch, kind to small animals and plants, and muggles as well. however, when Drusilla was young, her mother was eaten by a ravenous snorkelsnak, and her father decided he couldn't care for a young girl on her own, so he sent Drusilla away to live with their next-door-neighbor's second-cousin, a cruel woman called Bettina.
Bettina made Drusilla do all the household chores and embroider kitchy throw pillows to sell to passing tourists. poor Drusilla had to do everything without the use of magic, because Bettina was a squib and jealous of any magically talented people. she even had to draw the bath for Bettina each evening, and if it wasn't the perfect temperature with the optimal water/bubble ratio, Bettina would refuse to give her any food the next day.
predictably, Drusilla grew very weary of this life. she wished to escape, but the doors were always locked and the ground-floor windows sealed (Bettina was sure to have her wizard chum spell the locks so they were alohomora-proof). Drusilla was only ever able catch a whiff of fresh air from the window of her tiny attic room, too high above the ground to safely jump to freedom.
Drusilla's only joy in this life of drudgery was to care for the beautiful rose bush that grew outside her tiny window. she would brew it growth potions, and even sing lovely songs to it. over the years, her rose bush grew tall and hardy. it also became home to a little flora sprite called Flingie, who grew to enjoy the singing and tender care of it's home, and thought it would help poor Drusilla.
Flingie flew and flew until she came to a cart path through the woods. she sat on a tree branch over the path until a wandering hero happened by. she described Drusilla's situation to the hero, who immediately took it upon himself to rescue the maiden fair. he ran to Bettina's hovel, wrapped his hands in thick bands of leather to protect himself from thorns, and sprang up the rose bush. he climbed the sturdy plant, and called out to Drusilla, who ran to the window and exclaimed, "that plant is CLIMBABLE? if i had known it would support my weight, i would have clambered to freedom ages ago!"
with that, the two escaped, running into the forest, after thanking the sprite and instructing her on the best care and upkeep for plants of the genus Rosa. the hero asked Drusilla if she would come away with him and live happily ever after, but she responded "sir, i do not even know your name! how about we go get lunch instead?" and so they did.
the end.
once upon a time, there lived a witch called Drusilla. she was a good witch, kind to small animals and plants, and muggles as well. however, when Drusilla was young, her mother was eaten by a ravenous snorkelsnak, and her father decided he couldn't care for a young girl on her own, so he sent Drusilla away to live with their next-door-neighbor's second-cousin, a cruel woman called Bettina.
Bettina made Drusilla do all the household chores and embroider kitchy throw pillows to sell to passing tourists. poor Drusilla had to do everything without the use of magic, because Bettina was a squib and jealous of any magically talented people. she even had to draw the bath for Bettina each evening, and if it wasn't the perfect temperature with the optimal water/bubble ratio, Bettina would refuse to give her any food the next day.
predictably, Drusilla grew very weary of this life. she wished to escape, but the doors were always locked and the ground-floor windows sealed (Bettina was sure to have her wizard chum spell the locks so they were alohomora-proof). Drusilla was only ever able catch a whiff of fresh air from the window of her tiny attic room, too high above the ground to safely jump to freedom.
Drusilla's only joy in this life of drudgery was to care for the beautiful rose bush that grew outside her tiny window. she would brew it growth potions, and even sing lovely songs to it. over the years, her rose bush grew tall and hardy. it also became home to a little flora sprite called Flingie, who grew to enjoy the singing and tender care of it's home, and thought it would help poor Drusilla.
Flingie flew and flew until she came to a cart path through the woods. she sat on a tree branch over the path until a wandering hero happened by. she described Drusilla's situation to the hero, who immediately took it upon himself to rescue the maiden fair. he ran to Bettina's hovel, wrapped his hands in thick bands of leather to protect himself from thorns, and sprang up the rose bush. he climbed the sturdy plant, and called out to Drusilla, who ran to the window and exclaimed, "that plant is CLIMBABLE? if i had known it would support my weight, i would have clambered to freedom ages ago!"
with that, the two escaped, running into the forest, after thanking the sprite and instructing her on the best care and upkeep for plants of the genus Rosa. the hero asked Drusilla if she would come away with him and live happily ever after, but she responded "sir, i do not even know your name! how about we go get lunch instead?" and so they did.
the end.