Dysfunctional/D&D
Title: Dysfunctional
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Andromeda Black
Challenge: Critical
Word Count: 100
A/N: Can you just imagine growing up in THAT house? I would have left too...
If you want to cry, go to your room.
What part of no don't you understand?
Why can't you be more like your sisters?
You're adopted. Your parents didn't love you enough to keep you.
If you don't like it, you can leave. Can we help you pack?
The Gypsies put in an order for a brat. We told them to pick you up at eight.
Don't cry, your complexion is bad enough at it is.
As she stormed out of the house for the last time, Andromeda swore that she would never ever talk to her child like that.
Title: D&D
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Fred and George
Challenge: Critical
Word Count: 100
A/N: So, we know that Wizard's Chess is 'totally barbaric.' Can you just imagine a D&D game?
"The dragon attacks the party."
The icosahedron clattered down on the table, stopping with the twenty glaring at them.
"Critical hit." Fred swallowed and picked up another die, "The dragon rolls to see what damage he does." The dodecahedron clattered and rolled about the table.
"Twelve points." George frowned, "Critical damage and an instant kill."
"Uh, Fred?" The little dragon on the table looked at them.
"Yes, George." They looked at the dragon.
The dragon opened his mouth.
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to invent the Wizard's Dungeons and Dragons, 4th Edition, after all."
The dragon breathed fire...
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Andromeda Black
Challenge: Critical
Word Count: 100
A/N: Can you just imagine growing up in THAT house? I would have left too...
If you want to cry, go to your room.
What part of no don't you understand?
Why can't you be more like your sisters?
You're adopted. Your parents didn't love you enough to keep you.
If you don't like it, you can leave. Can we help you pack?
The Gypsies put in an order for a brat. We told them to pick you up at eight.
Don't cry, your complexion is bad enough at it is.
As she stormed out of the house for the last time, Andromeda swore that she would never ever talk to her child like that.
Title: D&D
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Fred and George
Challenge: Critical
Word Count: 100
A/N: So, we know that Wizard's Chess is 'totally barbaric.' Can you just imagine a D&D game?
"The dragon attacks the party."
The icosahedron clattered down on the table, stopping with the twenty glaring at them.
"Critical hit." Fred swallowed and picked up another die, "The dragon rolls to see what damage he does." The dodecahedron clattered and rolled about the table.
"Twelve points." George frowned, "Critical damage and an instant kill."
"Uh, Fred?" The little dragon on the table looked at them.
"Yes, George." They looked at the dragon.
The dragon opened his mouth.
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to invent the Wizard's Dungeons and Dragons, 4th Edition, after all."
The dragon breathed fire...