(no subject)
Title: Stars
Characters/Pairings: Firenze with a star map
Medium: MS PAINT!
5+5=10
Title: Is that Ginny?
Medium: MS PAINT
5+5=10
Title: BUNNEH
5+5=10
Title: Snitch (Art challenge 14)
Medium: MS PAINT DOODLE
5+5=10
Title: Gryffindor Acrostic (Poetry Challenge 19)
Word Count: 63
Great and brave House
Roaring into the new month
Yet cautious, but barely
For they have great things on their minds
Fun laying in everything they do, playful
In each day to keep themselves entertained
Never a dull moment, not even in sleep
Dreaming of what is to come
Outrageous and not fearful of anything
Ready to take you on, no matter what
63/30+5= 7
Title: Hufflepuff Acrostic (Poetry Challenge 20)
Word Count: 61
Hardworking and passionate
Underestimated, but never underprepared
Fun loving, regardless if other people don’t understand
Finding silly movies like The Room to be great
Loving their time together and keeping camaraderie at the top of their minds
Eager to
Protect those they love
Understanding
For no one gets left behind when they are around
Finding is something they are good at
61/30+5=7
Title: Ravenclaw Acrostic (Poetry Challenge 21)
Word Count: 66
Ready with a retort for any situation
Always searching for their next raid
Very inquisitive, head in a book or maybe
Even their heads are in the clouds
Never a moment where they don’t want to learn more
Calculating with what they reveal
Loving their time spent in study
A moment spent before moving on to the next thing
Wisdom and wit is their first love
66/30+5=7
Title: Slytherin Acrostic (Poetry Challenge 22)
Word Count: 62
Snakes prepare for any situation
Laying low and waiting for the right time to move
Yes, they are very calculating and prepared
They lay in wait for their chance to move in on ambition
Head full of plans
Even patient when they don’t want to be
Readily scheming for the next big thing
Inventive
Never resting until success is at their door
62/30+5=7
Title: History
Summary: Talk of Draco’s childhood.
Characters/Pairings Draco Malfoy
Rating/Warnings G
WordCount 153
Draco knew he would be in Slytherin. He always knew that. From years before Hogwarts was a viable option his father was teaching and tutoring him in theory. He showed Draco how the worst of the worst lived and promised him that if Draco didn’t strive for the best every he would never be able to come home. He would never be able to set foot in a Malfoy Household world round without fearing death. It started with some fear, but it quickly developed into Draco finding ways to be the best to please his father. He wasn’t necessarily the best student, but he could find someone to do his schoolwork. He would only associate with other kids who wanted the best, could help him get there, or could protect him from something. Draco convinced himself to have Slytherin traits, and soon enough it became real, not just an idea in his head.
153/30=5 points
Title: The Sorting Hat (Fic, no challenge)
Summary: A story about Rigby Barclay, the first person to ever be sorted by the Sorting Hat.
Characters/Pairings: Rigby, Godric, mentions of others
Genre: Drama?
Rating/Warnings: G I suppose
Word Count: 1567
Rigby Barclay was scared out of his mind. He had gone from bad to worse so fast he wasn’t sure what way was up anymore. He had grown up on a little farm just about in the middle of nowhere. His parents were the kind of people who wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Even though they were fully aware of the hardships that living in such a remote place would provide, they insisted on doing it anyway. His mother had died, and his father had taken on a second wife. Between the two women, the Barclay family contained a whopping thirteen children. Rigby was fourth, just far enough in to get lost in the pack. He wasn’t the last of his mother’s children (second to last, actually) and seemed to be ignored in his father’s eyes. Growing up on a farm he was used to hard work in the fields, but he was bright. He figured out ways to maximize his productivity in the fields and was driven enough to know that his life was going to hold more than days with sun up to sun down work and horse poo. He was not afraid to tell his brothers or sisters what he thought, when he thought it, and had earned his fair share of bruises and beatings for it.
Rather like clockwork, just before his eleventh birthday, everything began to get very odd. It was the oldest of the Denton girls (the Denton kids was how he referred to his half siblings) who saw it first. She had made him mad by purposely spilling her drink on him at breakfast. She was in charge of making the meal with her mother, and Rigby was running late, again. In his then moist anger, he yelled at her. With only those spoken words, and no physical touch whatsoever, she went flying across the room and into the farthest wall. Things that none of them could explain continued to happen every time Rigby had a surge of emotion. When a strange red haired man came one day, a teacher he said, and offered to view the Barclay children to see if any of them had talents was the day Rigby’s life changed.
The Barclay boys were lined up. The strange man refused to see any of them until the girls were lined up along with them. He insisted that the girls would be just as important to the boys to him, even though Father Barclay claimed they would make fine wives but were far too young for this man. The strange man, who called himself Godric, offered to pay quite handsomely for his night’s stay if he could only see all the children. The sum offered was enough to feed Barclay clan for a month, and Father Barclay immediately complied. Godric spoke to the children as a group, asking each of them questions to see what they would respond. When he found answers he did not like, though the Barclays could see nothing wrong with the answers, he sent them away. More perplexing was when two children offered the same answer and one was kept and the other was not. Quickly the thirteen children were down to five, all belonging to Barclay’s first wife. “Tell me,” Godric questioned. “What was your mother’s name?”
“Angelique.” One of the boys answered.
“What of her last name? Your siblings are Dentons, what are you?”
“Carling, sir,” Rigby responded. “Angelique Carling was our mother.”
Godric smiled, seeming to know more than he let on. Rigby’s oldest brother, who rather resented his mother for dying, proceeded to punch Rigby in the face with no warning. A brawl ensued with the three boys (their sisters shrieking and running out of the room to get their father) until for no explainable reason Rigby was in the center of the floor huddled, his brothers unconscious next to him. “Well,” Godric laughed. “You’re the one I came here for then.” He pulled out a finely shaped piece of wood and with a wave of it the unconscious boys were awake. Quickly, Godric beckoned Rigby to his side. “Would you like to leave her? I can show you a world with more than you can imagine. You will learn more than all your siblings combined and you’ll be among people who can help you harness those outbursts.” Rigby nodded quickly upon hearing his father’s footsteps. Anything to save him from that wrath and get him out of the fields was a potential blessing. When Father Barclay entered the room with a bang, Godric had his arm around Rigby’s shoulders and was laughing while the other two boys were standing a bit away, looking rather calm and quiet.
Godric didn’t end up staying the night. Instead he offered triple the amount previously offered to have the chance to teach Rigby, free of charge, at some great school called “Hogwarts”. Father Barclay pretended to ponder, but with the amount of trouble Rigby had caused, then one less mouth to feed would be good. Though one less mouth also meant one less worker. After some urging from the oldest Denton girl, who never had forgiven Rigby for the being thrown against the all incident, Rigby was on his way with the strange Godric.
After some days and nights of travel, they arrived at the large castle. There were another three adults there with children as young as himself, up to the age where most people were married and just starting to have children. They were told they were all witches and wizards, which garnered many different results from disbelief to fear to outright panic. They quickly all believed though when the stairs started moving of their own volition. The group of children were told about the Founding, the four Founders themselves, what each Founder valued, and a new magical sorting device known as the Sorting Hat. Nobody had used it yet, this group was to be the first.
Godric had taken a very traditional hat and turned it into some kind of strange pensieve. It sat on each of the Founder’s heads determining their defining moments, the things they were most proud of, what they valued in friends and students, and their uncharacteristic moments as well. It had the ability to then look inside someone else’s head and see the same. It then did the best it could to match it to one of the Founders and then place the student with the teacher (later to place them in Houses when Salazar left). It was aware of its surroundings and talked as it saw fit, interacting, remembering, and a bit like Godric himself, singing when the mood struck.
Carefully Godric placed the hat on a stool. He pulled out a long parchment, which then dangled in the air without him touching it, and he read the fist name off of it. “Barclay, Rigby.”
Rigby’s eyes grew as big as dinner plates and he took a step forward. “Here, sir.”
“Ah, brilliant. Come. Come up and sit, lad.” Godric picked up the hat and gestured for the young boy to sit on the stool that the hat recently occupied.
A good bit of caution was taken as Rigby took the five steps up to where the stool stood. Turning he sat carefully on the stool. He saw the group of current students grouped in four clumps. Each group seemed to have a signature color around a patch they wore on their shirts or robes. He quickly realized that they each stood for a different Founder. Rigby swallowed thickly and before he knew it that hat was draped on his head.
“Hmmmm.” The hat thought as it examined the inside of Rigby’s head. “No stranger to hard work I see, but that doesn’t interest you. You’re smart but respectful. You’re not cheeky with your comments, but you make them as you see fit. You want more, always more, but you know there is a limit. You faced adversity at home every day and had the courage to do what you thought right regardless. You followed your mother’s wish for you at her death, though you didn’t know why. You simply knew you had to. And oh, oh ho ho! Now I see there is much more to this. Well there can really only be one solution to this.” The hat, being what it was, paused. Nearly every person in the room leaned forward, curious. Would the hat work? Would it actually sort someone as it should or would it do something horrible to the boy that sat under it? Rowena said it was perfectly safe to use, but the look on Salazar’s face seemed to indicate something bigger was at stake. Helga was simply excited to see the outcome. “GRYFFINDOR!”
A cheer erupted from the children with the red lion patch and Godric himself laughed and clapped the boy on the back. “Well done, lad. Well done. Brave and bold indeed!”
Rigby, still not entirely sure what happened, stood up and removed the hat. He placed it back on the table. When he turned a red lion patch was on his own shirt and a tall fair haired girl wearing the same patch called him over to their group. They all welcomed him eagerly but quieted quickly as Godric then called out “Bolton, Marianne.” The process continued, the Sorting Hat was a success.
1567/30=52
125 points for Gryffindor
Characters/Pairings: Firenze with a star map
Medium: MS PAINT!
5+5=10
Title: Is that Ginny?
Medium: MS PAINT
5+5=10
Title: BUNNEH
5+5=10
Title: Snitch (Art challenge 14)
Medium: MS PAINT DOODLE
5+5=10
Title: Gryffindor Acrostic (Poetry Challenge 19)
Word Count: 63
Great and brave House
Roaring into the new month
Yet cautious, but barely
For they have great things on their minds
Fun laying in everything they do, playful
In each day to keep themselves entertained
Never a dull moment, not even in sleep
Dreaming of what is to come
Outrageous and not fearful of anything
Ready to take you on, no matter what
63/30+5= 7
Title: Hufflepuff Acrostic (Poetry Challenge 20)
Word Count: 61
Hardworking and passionate
Underestimated, but never underprepared
Fun loving, regardless if other people don’t understand
Finding silly movies like The Room to be great
Loving their time together and keeping camaraderie at the top of their minds
Eager to
Protect those they love
Understanding
For no one gets left behind when they are around
Finding is something they are good at
61/30+5=7
Title: Ravenclaw Acrostic (Poetry Challenge 21)
Word Count: 66
Ready with a retort for any situation
Always searching for their next raid
Very inquisitive, head in a book or maybe
Even their heads are in the clouds
Never a moment where they don’t want to learn more
Calculating with what they reveal
Loving their time spent in study
A moment spent before moving on to the next thing
Wisdom and wit is their first love
66/30+5=7
Title: Slytherin Acrostic (Poetry Challenge 22)
Word Count: 62
Snakes prepare for any situation
Laying low and waiting for the right time to move
Yes, they are very calculating and prepared
They lay in wait for their chance to move in on ambition
Head full of plans
Even patient when they don’t want to be
Readily scheming for the next big thing
Inventive
Never resting until success is at their door
62/30+5=7
Title: History
Summary: Talk of Draco’s childhood.
Characters/Pairings Draco Malfoy
Rating/Warnings G
WordCount 153
Draco knew he would be in Slytherin. He always knew that. From years before Hogwarts was a viable option his father was teaching and tutoring him in theory. He showed Draco how the worst of the worst lived and promised him that if Draco didn’t strive for the best every he would never be able to come home. He would never be able to set foot in a Malfoy Household world round without fearing death. It started with some fear, but it quickly developed into Draco finding ways to be the best to please his father. He wasn’t necessarily the best student, but he could find someone to do his schoolwork. He would only associate with other kids who wanted the best, could help him get there, or could protect him from something. Draco convinced himself to have Slytherin traits, and soon enough it became real, not just an idea in his head.
153/30=5 points
Title: The Sorting Hat (Fic, no challenge)
Summary: A story about Rigby Barclay, the first person to ever be sorted by the Sorting Hat.
Characters/Pairings: Rigby, Godric, mentions of others
Genre: Drama?
Rating/Warnings: G I suppose
Word Count: 1567
Rigby Barclay was scared out of his mind. He had gone from bad to worse so fast he wasn’t sure what way was up anymore. He had grown up on a little farm just about in the middle of nowhere. His parents were the kind of people who wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Even though they were fully aware of the hardships that living in such a remote place would provide, they insisted on doing it anyway. His mother had died, and his father had taken on a second wife. Between the two women, the Barclay family contained a whopping thirteen children. Rigby was fourth, just far enough in to get lost in the pack. He wasn’t the last of his mother’s children (second to last, actually) and seemed to be ignored in his father’s eyes. Growing up on a farm he was used to hard work in the fields, but he was bright. He figured out ways to maximize his productivity in the fields and was driven enough to know that his life was going to hold more than days with sun up to sun down work and horse poo. He was not afraid to tell his brothers or sisters what he thought, when he thought it, and had earned his fair share of bruises and beatings for it.
Rather like clockwork, just before his eleventh birthday, everything began to get very odd. It was the oldest of the Denton girls (the Denton kids was how he referred to his half siblings) who saw it first. She had made him mad by purposely spilling her drink on him at breakfast. She was in charge of making the meal with her mother, and Rigby was running late, again. In his then moist anger, he yelled at her. With only those spoken words, and no physical touch whatsoever, she went flying across the room and into the farthest wall. Things that none of them could explain continued to happen every time Rigby had a surge of emotion. When a strange red haired man came one day, a teacher he said, and offered to view the Barclay children to see if any of them had talents was the day Rigby’s life changed.
The Barclay boys were lined up. The strange man refused to see any of them until the girls were lined up along with them. He insisted that the girls would be just as important to the boys to him, even though Father Barclay claimed they would make fine wives but were far too young for this man. The strange man, who called himself Godric, offered to pay quite handsomely for his night’s stay if he could only see all the children. The sum offered was enough to feed Barclay clan for a month, and Father Barclay immediately complied. Godric spoke to the children as a group, asking each of them questions to see what they would respond. When he found answers he did not like, though the Barclays could see nothing wrong with the answers, he sent them away. More perplexing was when two children offered the same answer and one was kept and the other was not. Quickly the thirteen children were down to five, all belonging to Barclay’s first wife. “Tell me,” Godric questioned. “What was your mother’s name?”
“Angelique.” One of the boys answered.
“What of her last name? Your siblings are Dentons, what are you?”
“Carling, sir,” Rigby responded. “Angelique Carling was our mother.”
Godric smiled, seeming to know more than he let on. Rigby’s oldest brother, who rather resented his mother for dying, proceeded to punch Rigby in the face with no warning. A brawl ensued with the three boys (their sisters shrieking and running out of the room to get their father) until for no explainable reason Rigby was in the center of the floor huddled, his brothers unconscious next to him. “Well,” Godric laughed. “You’re the one I came here for then.” He pulled out a finely shaped piece of wood and with a wave of it the unconscious boys were awake. Quickly, Godric beckoned Rigby to his side. “Would you like to leave her? I can show you a world with more than you can imagine. You will learn more than all your siblings combined and you’ll be among people who can help you harness those outbursts.” Rigby nodded quickly upon hearing his father’s footsteps. Anything to save him from that wrath and get him out of the fields was a potential blessing. When Father Barclay entered the room with a bang, Godric had his arm around Rigby’s shoulders and was laughing while the other two boys were standing a bit away, looking rather calm and quiet.
Godric didn’t end up staying the night. Instead he offered triple the amount previously offered to have the chance to teach Rigby, free of charge, at some great school called “Hogwarts”. Father Barclay pretended to ponder, but with the amount of trouble Rigby had caused, then one less mouth to feed would be good. Though one less mouth also meant one less worker. After some urging from the oldest Denton girl, who never had forgiven Rigby for the being thrown against the all incident, Rigby was on his way with the strange Godric.
After some days and nights of travel, they arrived at the large castle. There were another three adults there with children as young as himself, up to the age where most people were married and just starting to have children. They were told they were all witches and wizards, which garnered many different results from disbelief to fear to outright panic. They quickly all believed though when the stairs started moving of their own volition. The group of children were told about the Founding, the four Founders themselves, what each Founder valued, and a new magical sorting device known as the Sorting Hat. Nobody had used it yet, this group was to be the first.
Godric had taken a very traditional hat and turned it into some kind of strange pensieve. It sat on each of the Founder’s heads determining their defining moments, the things they were most proud of, what they valued in friends and students, and their uncharacteristic moments as well. It had the ability to then look inside someone else’s head and see the same. It then did the best it could to match it to one of the Founders and then place the student with the teacher (later to place them in Houses when Salazar left). It was aware of its surroundings and talked as it saw fit, interacting, remembering, and a bit like Godric himself, singing when the mood struck.
Carefully Godric placed the hat on a stool. He pulled out a long parchment, which then dangled in the air without him touching it, and he read the fist name off of it. “Barclay, Rigby.”
Rigby’s eyes grew as big as dinner plates and he took a step forward. “Here, sir.”
“Ah, brilliant. Come. Come up and sit, lad.” Godric picked up the hat and gestured for the young boy to sit on the stool that the hat recently occupied.
A good bit of caution was taken as Rigby took the five steps up to where the stool stood. Turning he sat carefully on the stool. He saw the group of current students grouped in four clumps. Each group seemed to have a signature color around a patch they wore on their shirts or robes. He quickly realized that they each stood for a different Founder. Rigby swallowed thickly and before he knew it that hat was draped on his head.
“Hmmmm.” The hat thought as it examined the inside of Rigby’s head. “No stranger to hard work I see, but that doesn’t interest you. You’re smart but respectful. You’re not cheeky with your comments, but you make them as you see fit. You want more, always more, but you know there is a limit. You faced adversity at home every day and had the courage to do what you thought right regardless. You followed your mother’s wish for you at her death, though you didn’t know why. You simply knew you had to. And oh, oh ho ho! Now I see there is much more to this. Well there can really only be one solution to this.” The hat, being what it was, paused. Nearly every person in the room leaned forward, curious. Would the hat work? Would it actually sort someone as it should or would it do something horrible to the boy that sat under it? Rowena said it was perfectly safe to use, but the look on Salazar’s face seemed to indicate something bigger was at stake. Helga was simply excited to see the outcome. “GRYFFINDOR!”
A cheer erupted from the children with the red lion patch and Godric himself laughed and clapped the boy on the back. “Well done, lad. Well done. Brave and bold indeed!”
Rigby, still not entirely sure what happened, stood up and removed the hat. He placed it back on the table. When he turned a red lion patch was on his own shirt and a tall fair haired girl wearing the same patch called him over to their group. They all welcomed him eagerly but quieted quickly as Godric then called out “Bolton, Marianne.” The process continued, the Sorting Hat was a success.
1567/30=52
125 points for Gryffindor