CHALLENGE #91, #70, #42
Title: Cat Burglar
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: Hermione, Crookshanks
Summary: Is Crookshanks reading Hermione's diary?
Word Count: 323
Author's Notes: Challenge 91: I'm pretty sure my cat is reading my diary.
Registered purchases?: Both
It was Christmas morning in the Gryffindor third year girls' dormitory. Everyone else had gone home for the holidays, leaving Hermione quite alone. Well, almost alone, she remembered, smiling at the ginger paw she saw reaching up onto her bed.
"Hullo, Crookshanks," she said calmly. "Merry Christmas." She grabbed him round the middle and pulled him up on to the bed with her. She was writing a few notes in her diary. After opening presents, she was jotting down who had given her what so she would remember to write thank you notes to everyone later in the week. As she wrote, Crookshanks tried to bat the pages.
“Stop it, boy, wouldn’t you rather play with one of your own toys?” Crookshanks gave her a bored look and seemed to focus his attention on what she was writing. Hermione had gotten the feeling Crookshanks could read what she was writing sometimes when she was doing homework and he curled up near by to keep her company. She had never really used her diary in front of him though. Surely she was being paranoid? And yet, as she flipped through a few pages to see some of her old entries, she found something that should not have been there. A cat’s paw print. A perfect match in size for Crookshanks. She looked him in the eyes, but he only returned a blank, innocent stare. She was being crazy though, cats can’t read. But Crookshanks had always been more than the average cat…
She shook her head and tried to brush the thought from her mind. Come on boy, let’s go see if Harry and Ron are up yet. She put her diary away safely in its hiding place and picked up Crookshanks, walking toward the door. She didn’t know it at the time, but Crookshanks was already plotting his next opportunity to “borrow” the diary for any information that could help his not-quite-a-dog friend.
Title: Summer Holidays
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: Neville Longbottom, Augusta Longbottom, Luna Lovegood
Summary: Neville visits a friend over the summer.
Word Count: 340
Author's Notes: Challenge 70, Summer Holidays
Registered purchases?: Both
For four straight years, Neville had pretty much spent every summer vacation from Hogwarts by himself. Just him and Gran. And no offense, Neville loved his Gran, but she was a bit boring. Remember last summer? The Quidditch World Cup! Gran didn’t want to go so Neville wasn’t allowed to go either. Even though all his friends had been able to get tickets. It sounded amazing and Neville was really jealous for a while at everyone having such a good time when he couldn’t go. (That summer hadn’t been a total waste though, he did get his beautiful Mimbulus Mimbletonia!)
But this summer was going to be different. Luna had invited him over to stay. He was a little nervous because despite how well he got on with Luna herself, he wasn’t quite as sure he would get on with her father. Sure he had talked to him briefly at Platform 9 ¾ and he had been friendly enough but also slightly intimidating. He also felt a little bad at leaving Gran early when he hardly got to see her apart from Christmas break and the summer holidays.
He managed to put all these stressful feelings aside, however, and eagerly awaited the days til he would be visiting Luna. He packed everything three times, double checking that he hadn’t forgotten anything. He was only staying for a week, but he needed something to put all that nervous energy in to and for Neville it was packing that eased his mind. Organizing anything, really. It relaxed him. So on the day that he would be traveling by Floo Powder to the Lovegood’s home, he rearranged his bag about five times before it had even hit noon. At the time to depart, he kissed his Gran on the cheek, made one final check that he had at least remembered his Mimbulus, grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the fire. Stepping in, engulfed by the green flames, he yelled “Lovegood residence, Ottery St. Catchpole!” and was gone in a flash.
Title: 42
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: Neville, Luna, (Ginny), Neville/Luna kinda
Summary: He ignored her 42 times before finally talking to her.
Word Count: 405
Author's Notes: Challenge 42, the number 42
Registered purchases?: Both
It was 42 times before Neville finally talked to her. 42 times he had walked passed her in the halls or noticed her in the Great Hall at breakfast before he ever said a word to her. It wasn’t that he was too shy or too scared to talk to her before then. It was that he didn’t really want to talk to her. She kind of scared him. Everyone called her “Loony,” so she had to be crazy. When he noticed her in each of those 42 times, what he felt was pity for her. There was no urge to befriend her. She didn’t look all that insane though. Sure she had some odd accessories and he had heard stories about her spouting random verses at inappropriate times, but there was nothing inherently scary about her though, so he wasn’t particularly sure why he was intimidated. Perhaps it was those big bulging eyes that hardly ever blinked and seemed like they could stare into your soul forever.
Anyway, so when Neville found himself face to face with Loony, ahem, Luna Lovegood on the train before starting fifth year, yeah, he was a little nervous. He was with Harry and he trusted Ginny though, who assured him there was nothing to be afraid of. She had said some odd things, but none of it was particularly outlandish - well, except for the stuff she talked about from her issue of the Quibbler, that was just nonsense (it had to be, right?). But otherwise, she had been very nice and even her big scary eyes seemed infinitely more friendly than not.
It wasn’t long before they had become actual friends, and good friends at that. She and Ginny were a year younger than Neville, but he didn’t care. He considered them to be his best friends and valued Luna as someone who was always herself despite people, like he had been once, who thought she was crazy or weird or even scary. And so on her birthday, Neville was gathering a present for his friend that he regretted not getting to know sooner. 42 Sparkling Sunflowers. He thought she would like these because of the bright yellow color and the faint hum they gave off when one of the rarest species of Nargle inhabited it. 42 times he had noticed her. 42 times he had ignored her. 42 beautiful sunflowers for his best friend on her birthday.
(323 words/30) + 10 bonus = 21 points
(340 words/30) + 10 bonus = 21 points
(405 words/30) + 10 bonus = 24 points
66 POINTS FOR HUFFLEPUFF
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: Hermione, Crookshanks
Summary: Is Crookshanks reading Hermione's diary?
Word Count: 323
Author's Notes: Challenge 91: I'm pretty sure my cat is reading my diary.
Registered purchases?: Both
It was Christmas morning in the Gryffindor third year girls' dormitory. Everyone else had gone home for the holidays, leaving Hermione quite alone. Well, almost alone, she remembered, smiling at the ginger paw she saw reaching up onto her bed.
"Hullo, Crookshanks," she said calmly. "Merry Christmas." She grabbed him round the middle and pulled him up on to the bed with her. She was writing a few notes in her diary. After opening presents, she was jotting down who had given her what so she would remember to write thank you notes to everyone later in the week. As she wrote, Crookshanks tried to bat the pages.
“Stop it, boy, wouldn’t you rather play with one of your own toys?” Crookshanks gave her a bored look and seemed to focus his attention on what she was writing. Hermione had gotten the feeling Crookshanks could read what she was writing sometimes when she was doing homework and he curled up near by to keep her company. She had never really used her diary in front of him though. Surely she was being paranoid? And yet, as she flipped through a few pages to see some of her old entries, she found something that should not have been there. A cat’s paw print. A perfect match in size for Crookshanks. She looked him in the eyes, but he only returned a blank, innocent stare. She was being crazy though, cats can’t read. But Crookshanks had always been more than the average cat…
She shook her head and tried to brush the thought from her mind. Come on boy, let’s go see if Harry and Ron are up yet. She put her diary away safely in its hiding place and picked up Crookshanks, walking toward the door. She didn’t know it at the time, but Crookshanks was already plotting his next opportunity to “borrow” the diary for any information that could help his not-quite-a-dog friend.
Title: Summer Holidays
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: Neville Longbottom, Augusta Longbottom, Luna Lovegood
Summary: Neville visits a friend over the summer.
Word Count: 340
Author's Notes: Challenge 70, Summer Holidays
Registered purchases?: Both
For four straight years, Neville had pretty much spent every summer vacation from Hogwarts by himself. Just him and Gran. And no offense, Neville loved his Gran, but she was a bit boring. Remember last summer? The Quidditch World Cup! Gran didn’t want to go so Neville wasn’t allowed to go either. Even though all his friends had been able to get tickets. It sounded amazing and Neville was really jealous for a while at everyone having such a good time when he couldn’t go. (That summer hadn’t been a total waste though, he did get his beautiful Mimbulus Mimbletonia!)
But this summer was going to be different. Luna had invited him over to stay. He was a little nervous because despite how well he got on with Luna herself, he wasn’t quite as sure he would get on with her father. Sure he had talked to him briefly at Platform 9 ¾ and he had been friendly enough but also slightly intimidating. He also felt a little bad at leaving Gran early when he hardly got to see her apart from Christmas break and the summer holidays.
He managed to put all these stressful feelings aside, however, and eagerly awaited the days til he would be visiting Luna. He packed everything three times, double checking that he hadn’t forgotten anything. He was only staying for a week, but he needed something to put all that nervous energy in to and for Neville it was packing that eased his mind. Organizing anything, really. It relaxed him. So on the day that he would be traveling by Floo Powder to the Lovegood’s home, he rearranged his bag about five times before it had even hit noon. At the time to depart, he kissed his Gran on the cheek, made one final check that he had at least remembered his Mimbulus, grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the fire. Stepping in, engulfed by the green flames, he yelled “Lovegood residence, Ottery St. Catchpole!” and was gone in a flash.
Title: 42
Rating/Warnings: G/none
Characters/Pairing: Neville, Luna, (Ginny), Neville/Luna kinda
Summary: He ignored her 42 times before finally talking to her.
Word Count: 405
Author's Notes: Challenge 42, the number 42
Registered purchases?: Both
It was 42 times before Neville finally talked to her. 42 times he had walked passed her in the halls or noticed her in the Great Hall at breakfast before he ever said a word to her. It wasn’t that he was too shy or too scared to talk to her before then. It was that he didn’t really want to talk to her. She kind of scared him. Everyone called her “Loony,” so she had to be crazy. When he noticed her in each of those 42 times, what he felt was pity for her. There was no urge to befriend her. She didn’t look all that insane though. Sure she had some odd accessories and he had heard stories about her spouting random verses at inappropriate times, but there was nothing inherently scary about her though, so he wasn’t particularly sure why he was intimidated. Perhaps it was those big bulging eyes that hardly ever blinked and seemed like they could stare into your soul forever.
Anyway, so when Neville found himself face to face with Loony, ahem, Luna Lovegood on the train before starting fifth year, yeah, he was a little nervous. He was with Harry and he trusted Ginny though, who assured him there was nothing to be afraid of. She had said some odd things, but none of it was particularly outlandish - well, except for the stuff she talked about from her issue of the Quibbler, that was just nonsense (it had to be, right?). But otherwise, she had been very nice and even her big scary eyes seemed infinitely more friendly than not.
It wasn’t long before they had become actual friends, and good friends at that. She and Ginny were a year younger than Neville, but he didn’t care. He considered them to be his best friends and valued Luna as someone who was always herself despite people, like he had been once, who thought she was crazy or weird or even scary. And so on her birthday, Neville was gathering a present for his friend that he regretted not getting to know sooner. 42 Sparkling Sunflowers. He thought she would like these because of the bright yellow color and the faint hum they gave off when one of the rarest species of Nargle inhabited it. 42 times he had noticed her. 42 times he had ignored her. 42 beautiful sunflowers for his best friend on her birthday.
(323 words/30) + 10 bonus = 21 points
(340 words/30) + 10 bonus = 21 points
(405 words/30) + 10 bonus = 24 points
66 POINTS FOR HUFFLEPUFF