Siblings/Masks/Jealousy

Jan 12, 2006 20:19



Title:Siblings
House:Hufflepuff
Word Count:100
Challenge:Critical
Characters:Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Molly Weasley
Author's notes:The Prewett twins, on their sister's wedding day

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“You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

“Is it your bloody life’s goal to drive me insane? Shut up, or we’re never going to get this done.

“I’ll shut up when you show some semblance of sanity. Molly’s used to us, you really think she won’t check the pillows before she and Arthur go to bed?”

“You overestimate our sister. Now, shut it and give me that..

“Wait. Is that a...”

“AGHHHH!”

From her closet, Molly smiled as her brothers fled, the blanket they mistook for a Leithfold going limp. “’Overestimate our sister’, my arse,” she muttered gleefully.



Title:Masks
House:Hufflepuff
Word Count:100
Challenge:Critical
Characters:Neville, Hagrid
Author's notes:N/A

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Neville was heading to Care of Magical Creatures when he saw his first centaur.

He was talking to Hagrid. They seemed to be in the midst of an argument. Hagrid’s face was red, and his gestures even larger than usual. The centaur seemed a model of rationality. Neville stopped, entranced. It was marvelous, its coat a deep chestnut and its eyes deep blue.

Finally, the groundskeeper left. The centaur abruptly dropped the disinterested mask, and stared after him, his hands curling into fists and a sneer distorting his face.

Neville shivered. He’d never realized how much danger beauty could hide.



Title:Jealousy
House:Hufflepuff
Word Count:100
Challenge:Critical
Characters:Pansy
Author's notes:Pansy has no reason to be jealous. None at all.

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Pansy had never been jealous of Granger. She could suck up to Saint Potter all she wanted; she’d never get in the with the right set . Besides, her day would come. Draco had assured her of that.

After Draco left, she looked over one morning and saw that freak with her friends. They were laughing, and their banter drifted towards her like geese babbling.

She snorted. Gits, chuckling like the Dark Lord wouldn’t come soon and put everything right. Morons. She thanked Merlin she was nothing like them.

At least, that’s what she would have said to anyone who asked.

author: youngest_one, challenge: critical

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