"Assorted Drabbles" or "How Many Tags Can A Person Fit On One Post?"
Bunch of drabbles, all 100 words except the double one, all G, various characters
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine
Drabble written for mischiefchall for the challenge "Entrapment"
Title: Mischief and Mercy
Character(s): Ginny, Scabbers
Word Count: 200 Double Drabble
Rating: G
Weekly Challenge: entrapment
House: Gryffindor
Ginny padded down the stairs, having been awakened by a high-pitched noise coming from the kitchen. She traced it to the third cupboard of the pantry, sliding out a drawer that was full of crumbs and one large rodent.
“Poor Scabbers! Did you get stuck in the bread drawer again?” She hefted the rat out and set him on the kitchen table. “Mum must’ve closed it while she was making dinner.”
She sat at the table, swinging her slippered feet and rubbing the fur between Scabbers’ tufted ears. She smiled when he closed his eyes.
“I’ll miss you when you go away to Hogwarts. Maybe someday Ron will get an owl and then you can be my rat. You’d like that better, wouldn’t you?”
~
Many years later, Ginny sat at her own kitchen table, dicing fruit for the morning cereal as the kettle sang on the stove. Her husband had already left for the Ministry, her children were playing in the yard. When she had finished, she took a handful of banana and strawberry over to a cage full of hay.
“Here you are, dear old Scabbers,” she greeted the drowsy rodent, and dropped the food into his bowl.
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4 drabbles written during the queerditch_pub June 25 session
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’''''''
HERMIONE/NEVILLE - ICE CREAM FOR BREAKFAST
Hermione was still getting toast crumbs on the Daily Prophet when Neville returned from the market.
"I can't believe how hot it is out there already." Neville plucked a spoon from the drawer and sat down with a carton.
“Ice-cream for breakfast, Neville?"
"It's eleven o'clock, that's practically brunch. Besides, it has cherries in it."
"Oh, and milk, too. It’s practically a health food.”
"No sarcasm on Sundays. Have a bite.”
Hermione acquiesced and let him spoon some into her mouth.
"Nicer than toast?" he asked.
“Mmmm,” she agreed. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for lunch.”
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’'
REMUS/TONKS - INDEPENDENCE DAY
Tonks assembled everything he owned by the front door and prepared to throw it all in the street. Remus, however, hardly owned enough material possessions to make the gesture worthwhile. She couldn’t help noticing the shirt on top was frayed from too many washings.
Wolves were pack animals - why was he grabbing every out-of-town assignment while she waited for him like a dog by a window? This was supposed to be her day of independence, but instead she found herself sitting on the floor, hemming his shirt and breathing in the scent of him on the cool blue cotton.
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’''''
BILL/FLEUR - THUNDERSTORMS
Bill woke up to find a woman climbing into his bed. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, especially since said woman was his fiancée, but considering he was supposed to marry her in the morning he hadn’t been expecting her.
The room lit up with lightening, illuminating Fleur in cold cream. “It’s going to rain on our wedding day!” she wailed.
Bill tried not to flinch.
“No, it’s not,” he assured her. “We checked the almanac AND the forecast wizard at the Prophet.”
He kissed the only place available… her lips.
“Do you… um… wear that stuff every night?”
’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
HARRY/LUNA - CARNIVAL
Ginny made her way down the train aisle, with Neville just behind her. She was looking for an empty compartment so they could discuss what dangers their friends might be facing.
She spotted Luna, alone except for a gigantic stuffed animal in the seat across from her.
“Mind if we join you?” Ginny asked.
“Course not.”
Ginny sat down by Luna, leaving Neville to ease in beside the enormous dog.
“So, um, what’s the story with this?” Ginny ventured.
“I was at a carnival this summer. Ran into Ron, Hermione, and Harry.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Harry’s quite good at ring toss.”
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’''
2 Drabbles written ‘just because’
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“Here, take this,” Draco said gruffly, dropping something into his hands.
Harry stared down at the green and silver scarf. Draco snorted at his hesitation. “Let me guess. You’ll freeze to death before wearing Slytherin colors.”
Harry wrapped the scarf around his neck defiantly and glared at Draco. It was only wool, nothing more.
Draco’s lips quirked up in one corner. “Oh, very nice, Potter. It brings out the green in your eyes.”
Harry caught sight of his reflection, and was shocked to see that Draco, for all his sarcasm, had told the truth. The colors suited him.
Too well.
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
“Off To See The Wizard”
Corrin opened the rusty gate for Mira and helped her climb over the weeds.
“Are you sure this is the place?” she whispered, nails leaving crescents on his arm. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
Corrin nodded. “They said he was a recluse.”
“Do you really think he’ll help us?” Mira blinked back tears.
Corrin nodded grimly. “He has to. We’ve come so far.” He climbed up onto the crumbling porch and knocked. An unblinking owl stared at him from the eaves.
“Hello?” Corrin called nervously, as Mira pressed her forehead against his shoulder, trembling. He knocked again. “Mr. Potter?”
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine
Drabble written for mischiefchall for the challenge "Entrapment"
Title: Mischief and Mercy
Character(s): Ginny, Scabbers
Word Count: 200 Double Drabble
Rating: G
Weekly Challenge: entrapment
House: Gryffindor
Ginny padded down the stairs, having been awakened by a high-pitched noise coming from the kitchen. She traced it to the third cupboard of the pantry, sliding out a drawer that was full of crumbs and one large rodent.
“Poor Scabbers! Did you get stuck in the bread drawer again?” She hefted the rat out and set him on the kitchen table. “Mum must’ve closed it while she was making dinner.”
She sat at the table, swinging her slippered feet and rubbing the fur between Scabbers’ tufted ears. She smiled when he closed his eyes.
“I’ll miss you when you go away to Hogwarts. Maybe someday Ron will get an owl and then you can be my rat. You’d like that better, wouldn’t you?”
~
Many years later, Ginny sat at her own kitchen table, dicing fruit for the morning cereal as the kettle sang on the stove. Her husband had already left for the Ministry, her children were playing in the yard. When she had finished, she took a handful of banana and strawberry over to a cage full of hay.
“Here you are, dear old Scabbers,” she greeted the drowsy rodent, and dropped the food into his bowl.
'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
4 drabbles written during the queerditch_pub June 25 session
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’''''''
HERMIONE/NEVILLE - ICE CREAM FOR BREAKFAST
Hermione was still getting toast crumbs on the Daily Prophet when Neville returned from the market.
"I can't believe how hot it is out there already." Neville plucked a spoon from the drawer and sat down with a carton.
“Ice-cream for breakfast, Neville?"
"It's eleven o'clock, that's practically brunch. Besides, it has cherries in it."
"Oh, and milk, too. It’s practically a health food.”
"No sarcasm on Sundays. Have a bite.”
Hermione acquiesced and let him spoon some into her mouth.
"Nicer than toast?" he asked.
“Mmmm,” she agreed. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for lunch.”
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’'
REMUS/TONKS - INDEPENDENCE DAY
Tonks assembled everything he owned by the front door and prepared to throw it all in the street. Remus, however, hardly owned enough material possessions to make the gesture worthwhile. She couldn’t help noticing the shirt on top was frayed from too many washings.
Wolves were pack animals - why was he grabbing every out-of-town assignment while she waited for him like a dog by a window? This was supposed to be her day of independence, but instead she found herself sitting on the floor, hemming his shirt and breathing in the scent of him on the cool blue cotton.
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’''''
BILL/FLEUR - THUNDERSTORMS
Bill woke up to find a woman climbing into his bed. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, especially since said woman was his fiancée, but considering he was supposed to marry her in the morning he hadn’t been expecting her.
The room lit up with lightening, illuminating Fleur in cold cream. “It’s going to rain on our wedding day!” she wailed.
Bill tried not to flinch.
“No, it’s not,” he assured her. “We checked the almanac AND the forecast wizard at the Prophet.”
He kissed the only place available… her lips.
“Do you… um… wear that stuff every night?”
’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
HARRY/LUNA - CARNIVAL
Ginny made her way down the train aisle, with Neville just behind her. She was looking for an empty compartment so they could discuss what dangers their friends might be facing.
She spotted Luna, alone except for a gigantic stuffed animal in the seat across from her.
“Mind if we join you?” Ginny asked.
“Course not.”
Ginny sat down by Luna, leaving Neville to ease in beside the enormous dog.
“So, um, what’s the story with this?” Ginny ventured.
“I was at a carnival this summer. Ran into Ron, Hermione, and Harry.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Harry’s quite good at ring toss.”
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’''
2 Drabbles written ‘just because’
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“Here, take this,” Draco said gruffly, dropping something into his hands.
Harry stared down at the green and silver scarf. Draco snorted at his hesitation. “Let me guess. You’ll freeze to death before wearing Slytherin colors.”
Harry wrapped the scarf around his neck defiantly and glared at Draco. It was only wool, nothing more.
Draco’s lips quirked up in one corner. “Oh, very nice, Potter. It brings out the green in your eyes.”
Harry caught sight of his reflection, and was shocked to see that Draco, for all his sarcasm, had told the truth. The colors suited him.
Too well.
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
“Off To See The Wizard”
Corrin opened the rusty gate for Mira and helped her climb over the weeds.
“Are you sure this is the place?” she whispered, nails leaving crescents on his arm. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
Corrin nodded. “They said he was a recluse.”
“Do you really think he’ll help us?” Mira blinked back tears.
Corrin nodded grimly. “He has to. We’ve come so far.” He climbed up onto the crumbling porch and knocked. An unblinking owl stared at him from the eaves.
“Hello?” Corrin called nervously, as Mira pressed her forehead against his shoulder, trembling. He knocked again. “Mr. Potter?”