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Rêverie/As Patient as the Sea/Priorities
Title: Rêverie
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Characters: Gabrielle
Rating: G
Challenge: Other schools
Another day of daydreaming. Looking out the window, dreaming of watery depths, strong arms and the cheers of crowds.
"Gabrielle! Pay attention, please!"
"Oui, Madame de Lune"
Pretending to look at her book, Gabrielle longed to be in another school. She longed for the dark halls she had only glimpsed at and people she had barely met.
"Soon I will go to my sister's wedding in England." She whispered to herself.
"Then I will get a Weasly of my own."
Gabrielle sank back in her chair, daydreaming of red hair and smiling deviously.
Title: As Patient as the Sea
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Characters: Viktor
Rating: G
Challenge: Other schools
We sit and wait. Thunder rolls and waves crash as the ship rocks back towards home.
It shall not be my home though. My home will forever be in the arms of my Hermione.
"Viktor! What shall you tell your father when he ask why YOU did not win this prize for Durmstrang?"
I will not answer. I will only stare back out at the sea and wait. Wait for graduation and the warm arms of my love. Wait for rich brown hair and the smell of old books. Wait for the opium kiss that I have become addicted to.
Title: Priorities
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Characters: OC
Rating: G
Challenge: Other schools
“Turkey?” said a pale skinned dark haired boy in black jeans and a t-shirt.
“Wind Dancer ain’t going to like this.” Said a black girl with a thick southern American accent.
The two students of The Salem Witches' Institute looked at the huge table set with traditional Thanksgiving food in a mix of awe and suspicion.
“Great, a celebration of the genocide of my people.” Said another girl, walking in wearing a tan fringed shirt. She pulled out a thick want with three red feathers tied to it and opened her mouth to cast a spell.
“Wait! Not the potatoes!”
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Characters: Gabrielle
Rating: G
Challenge: Other schools
Another day of daydreaming. Looking out the window, dreaming of watery depths, strong arms and the cheers of crowds.
"Gabrielle! Pay attention, please!"
"Oui, Madame de Lune"
Pretending to look at her book, Gabrielle longed to be in another school. She longed for the dark halls she had only glimpsed at and people she had barely met.
"Soon I will go to my sister's wedding in England." She whispered to herself.
"Then I will get a Weasly of my own."
Gabrielle sank back in her chair, daydreaming of red hair and smiling deviously.
Title: As Patient as the Sea
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Characters: Viktor
Rating: G
Challenge: Other schools
We sit and wait. Thunder rolls and waves crash as the ship rocks back towards home.
It shall not be my home though. My home will forever be in the arms of my Hermione.
"Viktor! What shall you tell your father when he ask why YOU did not win this prize for Durmstrang?"
I will not answer. I will only stare back out at the sea and wait. Wait for graduation and the warm arms of my love. Wait for rich brown hair and the smell of old books. Wait for the opium kiss that I have become addicted to.
Title: Priorities
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Characters: OC
Rating: G
Challenge: Other schools
“Turkey?” said a pale skinned dark haired boy in black jeans and a t-shirt.
“Wind Dancer ain’t going to like this.” Said a black girl with a thick southern American accent.
The two students of The Salem Witches' Institute looked at the huge table set with traditional Thanksgiving food in a mix of awe and suspicion.
“Great, a celebration of the genocide of my people.” Said another girl, walking in wearing a tan fringed shirt. She pulled out a thick want with three red feathers tied to it and opened her mouth to cast a spell.
“Wait! Not the potatoes!”