The Boy Soldier / The Flight of Remus / The Domestication of Bellatrix.
Title: The Boy Soldier
House: Slytherin.
Word Count: 100.
Characters/Pairings: Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Transformation.
Author's Notes: Sup first posting? All of these are of the G RATING persuasion, no funny business here, unless you want to hack off my peg leg for the use of "Wanker".
There was a small mirror in his room to which he owed most of his time to, looking at his reflection. How much he had changed. Perhaps he was a boy soldier with a man's state of mind. No, he was a man now. That's what his mother told him, but her trembling lips suggested otherwise. That's what everyone told him, some not directly, but one can only assume so much on expectations. He was a man, in his mind. Maybe. Men kill, don't they? Men think about their futures, don't they? Men fight for a cause. Don't they?
Title: The Flight of Remus.
House: Slytherin.
Word Count: 100.
Character/Pairings: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks... sort of.
Challenge: Transformation.
"I can't." He spoke so solemnly. His salt and pepper hair would be the last thing she would remember, perhaps also his smell. Like the smell of a library that had been neglected for some time."We can't. I'd like to but..." She wasn't listening now. Tips of pink bangs clouded her eyes in the place of tears. Couldn't cry, too blank to cry. "I like you, a lot and- but I can't let you do this to yourself." With that he left, turning quickly, awkwardly on one foot and leaving her there to her thoughts, single again.
Title: The Domestication of Bellatrix.
House: Slytherin.
Word Count: 100.
Character/Pairings: Bellatrix Lestrange and Sirius Black, though it's hardly romantic.
Challenge: Transformation.
"Oy, mate." His first thoughts were drowsy, rousing him from his trance like state. "Mate, over here, look this way- " It sounded like a loon for the most part, but he figured after so long sitting in the same place it very well might've been him losing his mind "WANKER OVER HERE-" ... but he didn't usually call himself a wanker. His head tilted to the left only just enough to make out a face. She didn't recognize him, but he did her. "You've any scraps left?" She sounded desperate. So this is what it came to, dear Bella.