Hard To Tell / Marble / "Hard"
Title: Hard To Tell
House: Hufflepuff (2nd place! Woot! Keep it up, Badgers!)
Challenge: Hard
Words: 100
Characters: Sirius, mentions Molly, Harry.
Author Notes: Three very different drabbles :) This one is based on OOTP.
He doesn’t need the lecture.
The eyes, of course. And his posture - he always stands as though quietly apologizing for himself, shoulders protectively forward, instead of proudly thrown back - it’s those damn Dursleys…
He’s responsible…more like Remus…
And he doesn’t laugh nearly as often.
But though he’ll never admit it to Molly, there are moments where it’s hard to remind himself of the difference…
Every once in a while, he’ll say just the right thing, and his face breaks open, and his laugh is throaty, verging on manhood.
For a split second, Sirius feels like he’s got James back…
Title: Marble
House: Hufflepuff
Challenge: Hard
Words: 100
Characters: Harry, Ginny, Tom
Author Notes: Based on COS.
The marble is impossibly hard and black beneath his knees, and Ginny’s hair fanning over it looks impossibly red against her white skin. It must be a dream. A nightmare.
The diary lies open next to her, Tom standing by her side, holding his wand…the floor is wet, he can feel it seeping slowly through, sending goosepimples up his legs.
Wait…Tom is holding my…
“Give me my wand, Tom.”
His smile doesn’t reach his eyes…they are harder and colder than the marble beneath his knees…and somewhere nearby, Harry hears a dull, scraping hiss, like wet silk being dragged over rocks.
Title: “Hard”
House: Hufflepuff
Challenge: Hard
Words: 100
Author Notes: I heart her so much…
She knew the passwords to all four common rooms. She was famed for her vast music collection, ranging from Muggle cassettes of the Sex Pistols, to bootleg Weird Sisters spheres she’d made at concerts she snuck into. She pierced her nose before it was trendy (although, knowing she could seal the hole whenever she wanted to made it slightly less daring), and she had practically waged war over ripped fishnets with McGonagall, who had finally caved when she was top of her Transfiguration class.
By graduation, Nymphadora Tonks already knew how she liked her men, her drinks, and her rock:
House: Hufflepuff (2nd place! Woot! Keep it up, Badgers!)
Challenge: Hard
Words: 100
Characters: Sirius, mentions Molly, Harry.
Author Notes: Three very different drabbles :) This one is based on OOTP.
He doesn’t need the lecture.
The eyes, of course. And his posture - he always stands as though quietly apologizing for himself, shoulders protectively forward, instead of proudly thrown back - it’s those damn Dursleys…
He’s responsible…more like Remus…
And he doesn’t laugh nearly as often.
But though he’ll never admit it to Molly, there are moments where it’s hard to remind himself of the difference…
Every once in a while, he’ll say just the right thing, and his face breaks open, and his laugh is throaty, verging on manhood.
For a split second, Sirius feels like he’s got James back…
Title: Marble
House: Hufflepuff
Challenge: Hard
Words: 100
Characters: Harry, Ginny, Tom
Author Notes: Based on COS.
The marble is impossibly hard and black beneath his knees, and Ginny’s hair fanning over it looks impossibly red against her white skin. It must be a dream. A nightmare.
The diary lies open next to her, Tom standing by her side, holding his wand…the floor is wet, he can feel it seeping slowly through, sending goosepimples up his legs.
Wait…Tom is holding my…
“Give me my wand, Tom.”
His smile doesn’t reach his eyes…they are harder and colder than the marble beneath his knees…and somewhere nearby, Harry hears a dull, scraping hiss, like wet silk being dragged over rocks.
Title: “Hard”
House: Hufflepuff
Challenge: Hard
Words: 100
Author Notes: I heart her so much…
She knew the passwords to all four common rooms. She was famed for her vast music collection, ranging from Muggle cassettes of the Sex Pistols, to bootleg Weird Sisters spheres she’d made at concerts she snuck into. She pierced her nose before it was trendy (although, knowing she could seal the hole whenever she wanted to made it slightly less daring), and she had practically waged war over ripped fishnets with McGonagall, who had finally caved when she was top of her Transfiguration class.
By graduation, Nymphadora Tonks already knew how she liked her men, her drinks, and her rock: