Voting! Week 20
Time To Vote!
Please read the voting rules:
1. Do not vote for yourself and do not ask others to vote for you.
2. If you entered the challenge, you are REQUIRED to vote.
3. Vote for a MOST and LEAST favorite drabble. Votes for just Most Favorite will NOT be counted!
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier :)
5. Please remember the prompt when voting: Platform 9 3/4
6. Voting will close Thursday at 11:59pm EST
Results will be posted Friday. Have fun!
1.
Author: asnowyowl
Title: Seeing Magic
Words: 491
Rating: PG
"Oi! Weasley! Stop leaning on the sodding broom and push it." Wraxley glared at Hugo before stalking away.
Hugo sighed. It wasn't as though he thought being a janitor at Kings Cross would be his final career choice, but it wasn't a good omen that he couldn't even do this right. He began industriously pushing the broom across the floor, sweeping up scraps of paper and the dirt from thousands of shoes. Ten minutes later, when a white feather almost fell victim to the bristles of his broom, Hugo bent down to scoop it up, smiling softly.
He dropped it when Wraxley's voice boomed, "Weasley!"
Hugo nodded and swept the feather up with the rest of the detritus. How was it that his boss always showed up at those moments when Hugo's mind drifted away?
It was far too easy for him to slip into the fantasy world while he was working. After all, cleaning a loo or polishing a railing took so little brain power that Hugo was left with nothing more to do than think. The fairytale world his Grandpa Arthur had introduced Hugo to as a child (and which always left him with a lingering ache, an empty heart) was his favorite place to escape to. At least in the world of magic wands, heroes, villains, owls, and centaurs, Hugo didn't have to think about how much of a disappointment he was.
Not that those thoughts didn’t come, too.
"Hugo, dear," his mother said softly, "Rosie leaves for University tomorrow, along with Jamie, and Al, and even Lily. You should be going, too."
"If you don't want to go to school, son," his father had reasoned, "I can always get you a place in the next police training class."
"Come on, Hugo, we're supposed attend Uni together. You can't back out now." Lily pouted.
Hugo shook his head and then shook his broom out over the bin. How could he decide what he wanted to do with his life when nothing ever, ever felt right?
He glanced up and down the station, looking for more dirt to clean, scanning each platform entrance for grime and filth. When he didn't see anything that needed his immediate attention, he leaned on his broom and squinted, unfocusing his eyes.
There, just there, that girl's dress looked like a magician's robe, and Hugo could almost imagine that the cage, which teetered precariously at the top of her trolley, held an owl, a magic one that would deliver letters, and be her friend during rough times. And if Hugo squinted just a little more, and looked between platforms 9 and 10, he could almost spy it shimmering just out of reach: Platform 9 ¾. How many years ago was it that Grandpa had first brought him here to search for it? Did Arthur even remember the stories?
"Weasley! Get back to work!"
Hugo startled and went back to sweeping.
2.
Author: bealen
Title: Barrier
Words: 286
Rating: G
To most wizarding children, Platform Nine and Three Quarters was a place of excitement and mystery, not however Hugo Weasley. Hugo was by no means a “normal” wizarding child.
He hated Platform Nine and Three Quarters with a passion. One by one he watched it take another one of his cousins and later his sister away from him. To Hugo, it represented all he couldn’t do, couldn’t be. He looked at the excited faces on the children, sometimes slightly marred by trepidation and became angry at this world they could wander free in, and he was denied access to, like a height restriction on a rollercoaster. However this was not something that he could eventually do, if only he grew taller. No, for some inexplicable reason Hugo grew up without magic. As Rosie progressed in the world in which his parents and most of his family lived, Hugo became more and more withdrawn. Though he tried to not let the bitterness seep into his veins, he found himself at loggerheads with his father who still knew little of the world that Hugo was forced to inhabit so much during his teenage years, that when he left, he never came back. He hardly ever thought about that place, the one which physically kept him at a distance from his family. At least not until today, today of all days. Today he was forced to come back to this place which haunted him in dreams when he was child. How he wished he would never have to come back here, but fate works in mysterious ways. He let go of his daughter Joanna’s hand and watched her disappear from sight. Another person this place had taken from him.
3.
Author: hpfangirl71
Title: A Proud Sorting
Words:200
Rating:PG
Hugo Weasley was nervously anticipating the train to Platform 9 ¾. He was excited about his first year at Hogwarts. He had a lot to live up to, with two cousins on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a sister who was always tops in her class. He had worried also, about which house the hat would sort him into. All the cousins except Victoire and his sister Rose had been sorted into Gryffindor same as the parents. Rose and Vicki had made it into Ravenclaw making everyone prouder still. He had feared being sorted into Hufflepuff. His mother had told him that it didn’t matter which house he was sorted into, they would all be proud just the same. Still, Hugo was nervous up until Uncle Harry had told him the Goblet of Fire story. Uncle Harry’s story was that of a true and loyal Hufflepuff who gave his life for what was right and just. He was someone to be proud of, he was a good man and that was what Hugo wished to be. You see, Hugo only hoped now to make Uncle Harry just as proud of him as he was of his dear Hufflepuff friend Cedric Diggory.
4.
Author: valkyriekat
Title: Keen Observations
Words: 410
Rating: G
Hugo had a knack for keen observations. He watched as a pale boy went through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ , closely followed by his parents. He knew at once that these were the Malfoys. He’d seen them two years ago. Mr Malfoy and Scorpius looked nearly identical. The difference lay in body language and most of all the eyes. Scorpius didn’t strut, and his eyes gleamed intensely, not glittered coldly. He looked really smart, and from what Dad said, Malfoys never slouch - but Scorpius did!
“Come, now, through the barrier,” Ron was saying, and Hugo and Lily went through first. A pile of Weasleys and Potters piled through, and jostled with minor outbursts of scuffling. The Scamanders waved at Mr Potter, who waved back. Hugo went to wave but it was lost in an outburst of steam from the train. He watched as Scorpius clambered onto the train with Al. Maybe he could sit with them?
Twenty minutes later the adults had disappeared from view. Hugo wandered the train, having left his trunk in Lily’s compartment. She was sitting with some second-year Gryffindor girls. He found Scorpius and Al in the next compartment. He poked his head in. “Can I sit with you?”
“You’re not even a first year yet!” Al said, but he was smiling. “Come in,” Scorpius gestured to a seat next to him. Hugo sat down and relaxed. His brow was still furrowed with worry. “What’s the matter?” Scorpius asked.
“Everybody knows what house they want to be in.” Hugo said, gloom in his voice.”At least it won’t throw me out, I’m a Weasley.”
“If you don’t care, just let the Hat decide. It doesn’t take people’s choice that seriously. It a Sorting Hat, it sorts no matter what.” Scorpius’ gleaming whitish hair looked a little eerie, as was his unnaturally pale skin. Al was the spit and image of his father. Did he want to be in with Scorpius? “I have to go put my trunk away and watch out for Lily. See you at Hogwarts.”
Quite a few hours later, Hugo sat under the Sorting Hat. He was so nervous he felt like he’d swallowed ten Peppermint Toads. “Hmm. A fine set of synapses I see. The choice is clear. You’re most definitely a... RAVENCLAW!”
At the Ravenclaw table Scorpius and Al were cheering and clapping their hands. He’d outsmarted Rose! He was with Scorpius! And he thought house wouldn’t matter. Ha, ha!
5.
Author: xxx_angelin_xxx
Title: His own story
Words: 212
Rating: K
September 1st, 2017
So, this was Platform 9 ¾. Hugo Weasley was just staring, looking around him with his eyes and ears wide open, wanting to memorize the moment.
He didn’t notice what his parents were talking about, he wasn’t interesting in Albus’ constant and unreasonable grumble about Houses neither in Rose’s fears, he didn’t mind James’ screams and everyone’s laughter. He was finally there.
All the stories he had heard from his parents and uncles about this place, about this station, about this train was becoming real right in front of his eyes; Uncle Harry, searching where the platform was. Meeting the Weasleys. Their first conversation in the train, how he and his dad became friends. Malfoy. The flying car. He could already smell the sweets and Hogwarts’ food.
However those last two were 2 years away. But he would wait. He wasn't Rose, everyone' pride and joy, the good smart little girl. But he was a Weasley and was proud of everything that meant. Even the lousy family.
So he would wait to see the rest of it with his eyes. To see Hogwarts. To built his own life.
Finally all those stories were getting true. Better than true; they were getting new. His; he would build his own story.
oooOOOooo
Poll NextGen Drabble Week 20
Please read the voting rules:
1. Do not vote for yourself and do not ask others to vote for you.
2. If you entered the challenge, you are REQUIRED to vote.
3. Vote for a MOST and LEAST favorite drabble. Votes for just Most Favorite will NOT be counted!
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier :)
5. Please remember the prompt when voting: Platform 9 3/4
6. Voting will close Thursday at 11:59pm EST
Results will be posted Friday. Have fun!
1.
Author: asnowyowl
Title: Seeing Magic
Words: 491
Rating: PG
"Oi! Weasley! Stop leaning on the sodding broom and push it." Wraxley glared at Hugo before stalking away.
Hugo sighed. It wasn't as though he thought being a janitor at Kings Cross would be his final career choice, but it wasn't a good omen that he couldn't even do this right. He began industriously pushing the broom across the floor, sweeping up scraps of paper and the dirt from thousands of shoes. Ten minutes later, when a white feather almost fell victim to the bristles of his broom, Hugo bent down to scoop it up, smiling softly.
He dropped it when Wraxley's voice boomed, "Weasley!"
Hugo nodded and swept the feather up with the rest of the detritus. How was it that his boss always showed up at those moments when Hugo's mind drifted away?
It was far too easy for him to slip into the fantasy world while he was working. After all, cleaning a loo or polishing a railing took so little brain power that Hugo was left with nothing more to do than think. The fairytale world his Grandpa Arthur had introduced Hugo to as a child (and which always left him with a lingering ache, an empty heart) was his favorite place to escape to. At least in the world of magic wands, heroes, villains, owls, and centaurs, Hugo didn't have to think about how much of a disappointment he was.
Not that those thoughts didn’t come, too.
"Hugo, dear," his mother said softly, "Rosie leaves for University tomorrow, along with Jamie, and Al, and even Lily. You should be going, too."
"If you don't want to go to school, son," his father had reasoned, "I can always get you a place in the next police training class."
"Come on, Hugo, we're supposed attend Uni together. You can't back out now." Lily pouted.
Hugo shook his head and then shook his broom out over the bin. How could he decide what he wanted to do with his life when nothing ever, ever felt right?
He glanced up and down the station, looking for more dirt to clean, scanning each platform entrance for grime and filth. When he didn't see anything that needed his immediate attention, he leaned on his broom and squinted, unfocusing his eyes.
There, just there, that girl's dress looked like a magician's robe, and Hugo could almost imagine that the cage, which teetered precariously at the top of her trolley, held an owl, a magic one that would deliver letters, and be her friend during rough times. And if Hugo squinted just a little more, and looked between platforms 9 and 10, he could almost spy it shimmering just out of reach: Platform 9 ¾. How many years ago was it that Grandpa had first brought him here to search for it? Did Arthur even remember the stories?
"Weasley! Get back to work!"
Hugo startled and went back to sweeping.
2.
Author: bealen
Title: Barrier
Words: 286
Rating: G
To most wizarding children, Platform Nine and Three Quarters was a place of excitement and mystery, not however Hugo Weasley. Hugo was by no means a “normal” wizarding child.
He hated Platform Nine and Three Quarters with a passion. One by one he watched it take another one of his cousins and later his sister away from him. To Hugo, it represented all he couldn’t do, couldn’t be. He looked at the excited faces on the children, sometimes slightly marred by trepidation and became angry at this world they could wander free in, and he was denied access to, like a height restriction on a rollercoaster. However this was not something that he could eventually do, if only he grew taller. No, for some inexplicable reason Hugo grew up without magic. As Rosie progressed in the world in which his parents and most of his family lived, Hugo became more and more withdrawn. Though he tried to not let the bitterness seep into his veins, he found himself at loggerheads with his father who still knew little of the world that Hugo was forced to inhabit so much during his teenage years, that when he left, he never came back. He hardly ever thought about that place, the one which physically kept him at a distance from his family. At least not until today, today of all days. Today he was forced to come back to this place which haunted him in dreams when he was child. How he wished he would never have to come back here, but fate works in mysterious ways. He let go of his daughter Joanna’s hand and watched her disappear from sight. Another person this place had taken from him.
3.
Author: hpfangirl71
Title: A Proud Sorting
Words:200
Rating:PG
Hugo Weasley was nervously anticipating the train to Platform 9 ¾. He was excited about his first year at Hogwarts. He had a lot to live up to, with two cousins on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a sister who was always tops in her class. He had worried also, about which house the hat would sort him into. All the cousins except Victoire and his sister Rose had been sorted into Gryffindor same as the parents. Rose and Vicki had made it into Ravenclaw making everyone prouder still. He had feared being sorted into Hufflepuff. His mother had told him that it didn’t matter which house he was sorted into, they would all be proud just the same. Still, Hugo was nervous up until Uncle Harry had told him the Goblet of Fire story. Uncle Harry’s story was that of a true and loyal Hufflepuff who gave his life for what was right and just. He was someone to be proud of, he was a good man and that was what Hugo wished to be. You see, Hugo only hoped now to make Uncle Harry just as proud of him as he was of his dear Hufflepuff friend Cedric Diggory.
4.
Author: valkyriekat
Title: Keen Observations
Words: 410
Rating: G
Hugo had a knack for keen observations. He watched as a pale boy went through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ , closely followed by his parents. He knew at once that these were the Malfoys. He’d seen them two years ago. Mr Malfoy and Scorpius looked nearly identical. The difference lay in body language and most of all the eyes. Scorpius didn’t strut, and his eyes gleamed intensely, not glittered coldly. He looked really smart, and from what Dad said, Malfoys never slouch - but Scorpius did!
“Come, now, through the barrier,” Ron was saying, and Hugo and Lily went through first. A pile of Weasleys and Potters piled through, and jostled with minor outbursts of scuffling. The Scamanders waved at Mr Potter, who waved back. Hugo went to wave but it was lost in an outburst of steam from the train. He watched as Scorpius clambered onto the train with Al. Maybe he could sit with them?
Twenty minutes later the adults had disappeared from view. Hugo wandered the train, having left his trunk in Lily’s compartment. She was sitting with some second-year Gryffindor girls. He found Scorpius and Al in the next compartment. He poked his head in. “Can I sit with you?”
“You’re not even a first year yet!” Al said, but he was smiling. “Come in,” Scorpius gestured to a seat next to him. Hugo sat down and relaxed. His brow was still furrowed with worry. “What’s the matter?” Scorpius asked.
“Everybody knows what house they want to be in.” Hugo said, gloom in his voice.”At least it won’t throw me out, I’m a Weasley.”
“If you don’t care, just let the Hat decide. It doesn’t take people’s choice that seriously. It a Sorting Hat, it sorts no matter what.” Scorpius’ gleaming whitish hair looked a little eerie, as was his unnaturally pale skin. Al was the spit and image of his father. Did he want to be in with Scorpius? “I have to go put my trunk away and watch out for Lily. See you at Hogwarts.”
Quite a few hours later, Hugo sat under the Sorting Hat. He was so nervous he felt like he’d swallowed ten Peppermint Toads. “Hmm. A fine set of synapses I see. The choice is clear. You’re most definitely a... RAVENCLAW!”
At the Ravenclaw table Scorpius and Al were cheering and clapping their hands. He’d outsmarted Rose! He was with Scorpius! And he thought house wouldn’t matter. Ha, ha!
5.
Author: xxx_angelin_xxx
Title: His own story
Words: 212
Rating: K
September 1st, 2017
So, this was Platform 9 ¾. Hugo Weasley was just staring, looking around him with his eyes and ears wide open, wanting to memorize the moment.
He didn’t notice what his parents were talking about, he wasn’t interesting in Albus’ constant and unreasonable grumble about Houses neither in Rose’s fears, he didn’t mind James’ screams and everyone’s laughter. He was finally there.
All the stories he had heard from his parents and uncles about this place, about this station, about this train was becoming real right in front of his eyes; Uncle Harry, searching where the platform was. Meeting the Weasleys. Their first conversation in the train, how he and his dad became friends. Malfoy. The flying car. He could already smell the sweets and Hogwarts’ food.
However those last two were 2 years away. But he would wait. He wasn't Rose, everyone' pride and joy, the good smart little girl. But he was a Weasley and was proud of everything that meant. Even the lousy family.
So he would wait to see the rest of it with his eyes. To see Hogwarts. To built his own life.
Finally all those stories were getting true. Better than true; they were getting new. His; he would build his own story.
oooOOOooo
Poll NextGen Drabble Week 20