Name: Firsa House: Hufflepuff Word Count: 205 Can the Order post your story on the HiH Tumblr? Yes BONUS ITEMS: Quill:
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Title: The Dog Ate My Homework, Honestly
Charms had always been one of the things Ginny felt quite confident about. Even her mum said her Scourgify charm was a thing of wonder. So the Silencing Charm essay which Professor Flitwick assigned hadn’t given her a moment’s hesitation. It was done and the parchment neatly rolled up amongst her school books days ago. Pride goes before a fall though and now, the morning of the day it was due, Ginny was staring down at less than half a scroll.
The edge was neatly nibbled, not torn. It wasn’t some vindictive schoolmate to blame. Ginny had a sinking feeling she knew exactly who the culprit was. She glanced at the happily humming Pygmy Puff on her shoulder. Arnold, hungrily eying the parchment, confirmed her sinking suspicion. Her adorable pet’s love of all things nominally edible was her undoing.
There was no helping it, she would have to rush another essay out over lunch and hope for the best. Arnold’s being allowed at Hogwarts at all was a delicate thing and if word got out that he was dining on parchment? Professor’s Flitwick’s disappointment would be a much better burden to bear. From now on, however, Arnold was spending his nights sleeping in his cage.
House: Hufflepuff
Word Count: 205
Can the Order post your story on the HiH Tumblr? Yes
BONUS ITEMS:
Quill:
Parchment:
Title: The Dog Ate My Homework, Honestly
Charms had always been one of the things Ginny felt quite confident about. Even her mum said her Scourgify charm was a thing of wonder. So the Silencing Charm essay which Professor Flitwick assigned hadn’t given her a moment’s hesitation. It was done and the parchment neatly rolled up amongst her school books days ago. Pride goes before a fall though and now, the morning of the day it was due, Ginny was staring down at less than half a scroll.
The edge was neatly nibbled, not torn. It wasn’t some vindictive schoolmate to blame. Ginny had a sinking feeling she knew exactly who the culprit was. She glanced at the happily humming Pygmy Puff on her shoulder. Arnold, hungrily eying the parchment, confirmed her sinking suspicion. Her adorable pet’s love of all things nominally edible was her undoing.
There was no helping it, she would have to rush another essay out over lunch and hope for the best. Arnold’s being allowed at Hogwarts at all was a delicate thing and if word got out that he was dining on parchment? Professor’s Flitwick’s disappointment would be a much better burden to bear. From now on, however, Arnold was spending his nights sleeping in his cage.
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