Voting!
NOTE: Sorry about the late reminder, guys. I’m a total dunce. One of the drabbles didn’t INCLUDE the prompt, but I’m making an allowance because my reminder didn’t leave nearly enough time for working it out. So sorry.
Anyway…
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 one MOST and one SECOND favorite drabble.
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: “Sometimes I feel like my name isn’t…”
6. Voting will close Wednesday at 11:59pm EST
Results will be posted Thursday. Have fun!
1. Author: illusionrain
Title: Namesake
Words: 496
Rating: G
Warnings: None. But, man, this was insanely hard to keep short!
Lily Luna Potter was a lively girl. Like her namesake, she excelled in Charms, though not in Potions. Just like her father, she didn’t have the patience for it. Sighing, Lily let her feet dangle from the tree she was sitting in, one of her favourites here at school. Hogwarts had some excellent trees, especially the ones by the water. The view could literally steal her breath away at sunset.
Right now, though, it was dull and colourless. She had a free period at the moment and she had wanted to spend it alone, to consider how she was going to pass her Potions O.W.L. at the end of the year. She was at peace this high up in the sky, another thing she had inherited from her father. It was calming up here, mulling over her future and where she wanted to go with it.
“There you are!” She narrowed her eyes down at the person interrupting her peace. She was too high up to tell, but it had to be one of her cousins. “Get down here, Lily - I’ve got a surprise for you!”
She glared but climbed down anyway. When her feet were firmly planted on the ground again, she brushed off her school robes and straightened her Gryffindor tie. “All right, what’s all this about?” She placed her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised in question.
Before she could blink or catch a glimpse of the title, a book was thrust into her face, its pages open to reveal a Potion. She scowled at it, willing the words to go away. “That’s Polyjuice, Fred,” she pointed out, “what are you trying to do?”
He flapped a hand dismissively. “Never mind that. It took a lot of work to get my hands on this, you’ve got to help me out.”
“You - You want me to brew this with you?!” she stuttered out, eyes wide. “Have you lost your marbles? Gone completely barmy? No, Fred, absolutely not.” She paused, grimacing at how much she sounded like Aunt Hermione.
“Look, just … I don’t know. Think of it as extra Potions practice!” tried Fred, hopeful.
She scanned the ingredients, curious, but replied with a sharp, “Why not ask Al? You know how good he is at Potions.”
Fred made a sour face. “Yeah, right. And get lectured? Again? Come on, Lil. You’re smart and you’re not a buzz kill. Help me out?” She couldn’t really refuse when he put it like that. “And I hear Uncle Harry’s mum was really good at Potions! Maybe you inherited her genes.”
She knew that was far from the truth, but she gave up and agreed. “So, when do we start?”
As Fred rambled happily, she rolled her eyes and flopped down on the grass. There was only one thought on her mind,: Sometimes I feel like my name isn’t worth all this trouble, but damn if I’ll fail when my grandmother’s reputation is on the line.
2. Author: ellielove_x3
Title: Help Me, Help You
Words: 431
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Fred stared at the photo of his dad and his late uncle and wondered what would be happening at that moment if Uncle Fred were still alive. He often found himself staring at this picture because it showed how happy they could be at the height of the second war. Even with George’s missing ear, Fred smiled at the sight of dad laughing so hard that he had to hold his stomach. And, of course, Uncle Fred was enjoying the sight as he laughed along with his beloved twin.
Little footsteps walked by Fred’s bedroom and he heard them coming closer. Turning around, he stared into the warm brown eyes of his cousin Lily, whose red hair was tied back in a ponytail and her freckled face was redder than its usual warm peach. She had obviously just been playing Quidditch with the rest of their cousins, but Fred had opted to stay out of the game seeing as he was recovering from a broken arm.
Lily smiled her pearly white, toothy smile and walked over to her cousin, sitting beside him on his bed and looking at the picture. “That’s a good picture of them,” she said softly, placing her freckled hand over his rough mocha colored one.
“Dad let me have it after he caught me staring at it so much.” He lovingly and carefully placed the picture back on his bedside table.
Lily nodded in understanding. “Dad let me have the picture of Grandma Lily with her Head Girl badge last year,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I think he was trying to tell me that he’d like me to idolize her more than James.”
“Of course, you’re his baby girl.”
Lily let out a frustrated sigh. “Fred…” she threatened, balling up her abnormally large fist. She hated being called a baby; she was turning fifteen in three weeks!
Fred held is arms up defensively and laughed softly. Lily always tried to look as menacing as her mum, but it just made her look younger, which obviously wasn’t her intention. “Sorry, sorry.”
Lily gently nudged his arm, glad that it wasn’t the one trying to heal, and cracked a small smile.
“I should really take pointers from you,” Lily said. “Feel like being my tutor for the next two years?” She batted her eyelashes and pouted prettily.
Fred let out a dramatic sigh; no one could ever say no to Lily Luna Potter’s infamous pout. “Fine, but only if you promise to help me during my healer training,” he said before they both shared a hearty laugh.
3.Author: att3sa
Title: His Problem
Words: 244
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Looking in the mirror, six year old Fred Weasley compared himself the picture of his dead uncle that he’d knicked from the mantle. His hair was brown, dark like his mother’s, not red like his father’s. His skin was dark too, and unmarred by freckles. He looked nothing like his uncle.
“You have his smile.”
“No, no George it’s the laugh. He has Fred’s laugh. Laugh for us, Freddie.”
Nine year old Fred Weasley II walked away from the breakfast table while his parents laughed and joked. It was Fred Weasley I’s birthday.
His grandmother never called him by name. Darling. Sweetheart. Honey.
The only thing she ever called his sister was Roxanne.
He had pleaded with his aunt to name her daughter anything, anything at all (in fact he had recommended Edith) except for Lily. She smiled, laughed and rubbed her rounded abdomen cooing softly to little baby Lily Luna.
After the little redhead had been born Fred stared down at her, looking at her very Weasley-esque features and the small fat hand that had wrapped itself around his index finger tightly.
“Sometimes,” he murmured softly to the small oblivious infant, “I feel like my name isn’t my own.”
The little girl gurgled and kicked her foot out. He smiled at her.
“Not that you’ll have that problem ,” he added softly putting his other hand in the crib so that her other tiny fist could clasp around another one of his fingers.
___________
Poll :)
Anyway…
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 one MOST and one SECOND favorite drabble.
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: “Sometimes I feel like my name isn’t…”
6. Voting will close Wednesday at 11:59pm EST
Results will be posted Thursday. Have fun!
1. Author: illusionrain
Title: Namesake
Words: 496
Rating: G
Warnings: None. But, man, this was insanely hard to keep short!
Lily Luna Potter was a lively girl. Like her namesake, she excelled in Charms, though not in Potions. Just like her father, she didn’t have the patience for it. Sighing, Lily let her feet dangle from the tree she was sitting in, one of her favourites here at school. Hogwarts had some excellent trees, especially the ones by the water. The view could literally steal her breath away at sunset.
Right now, though, it was dull and colourless. She had a free period at the moment and she had wanted to spend it alone, to consider how she was going to pass her Potions O.W.L. at the end of the year. She was at peace this high up in the sky, another thing she had inherited from her father. It was calming up here, mulling over her future and where she wanted to go with it.
“There you are!” She narrowed her eyes down at the person interrupting her peace. She was too high up to tell, but it had to be one of her cousins. “Get down here, Lily - I’ve got a surprise for you!”
She glared but climbed down anyway. When her feet were firmly planted on the ground again, she brushed off her school robes and straightened her Gryffindor tie. “All right, what’s all this about?” She placed her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised in question.
Before she could blink or catch a glimpse of the title, a book was thrust into her face, its pages open to reveal a Potion. She scowled at it, willing the words to go away. “That’s Polyjuice, Fred,” she pointed out, “what are you trying to do?”
He flapped a hand dismissively. “Never mind that. It took a lot of work to get my hands on this, you’ve got to help me out.”
“You - You want me to brew this with you?!” she stuttered out, eyes wide. “Have you lost your marbles? Gone completely barmy? No, Fred, absolutely not.” She paused, grimacing at how much she sounded like Aunt Hermione.
“Look, just … I don’t know. Think of it as extra Potions practice!” tried Fred, hopeful.
She scanned the ingredients, curious, but replied with a sharp, “Why not ask Al? You know how good he is at Potions.”
Fred made a sour face. “Yeah, right. And get lectured? Again? Come on, Lil. You’re smart and you’re not a buzz kill. Help me out?” She couldn’t really refuse when he put it like that. “And I hear Uncle Harry’s mum was really good at Potions! Maybe you inherited her genes.”
She knew that was far from the truth, but she gave up and agreed. “So, when do we start?”
As Fred rambled happily, she rolled her eyes and flopped down on the grass. There was only one thought on her mind,: Sometimes I feel like my name isn’t worth all this trouble, but damn if I’ll fail when my grandmother’s reputation is on the line.
2. Author: ellielove_x3
Title: Help Me, Help You
Words: 431
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Fred stared at the photo of his dad and his late uncle and wondered what would be happening at that moment if Uncle Fred were still alive. He often found himself staring at this picture because it showed how happy they could be at the height of the second war. Even with George’s missing ear, Fred smiled at the sight of dad laughing so hard that he had to hold his stomach. And, of course, Uncle Fred was enjoying the sight as he laughed along with his beloved twin.
Little footsteps walked by Fred’s bedroom and he heard them coming closer. Turning around, he stared into the warm brown eyes of his cousin Lily, whose red hair was tied back in a ponytail and her freckled face was redder than its usual warm peach. She had obviously just been playing Quidditch with the rest of their cousins, but Fred had opted to stay out of the game seeing as he was recovering from a broken arm.
Lily smiled her pearly white, toothy smile and walked over to her cousin, sitting beside him on his bed and looking at the picture. “That’s a good picture of them,” she said softly, placing her freckled hand over his rough mocha colored one.
“Dad let me have it after he caught me staring at it so much.” He lovingly and carefully placed the picture back on his bedside table.
Lily nodded in understanding. “Dad let me have the picture of Grandma Lily with her Head Girl badge last year,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I think he was trying to tell me that he’d like me to idolize her more than James.”
“Of course, you’re his baby girl.”
Lily let out a frustrated sigh. “Fred…” she threatened, balling up her abnormally large fist. She hated being called a baby; she was turning fifteen in three weeks!
Fred held is arms up defensively and laughed softly. Lily always tried to look as menacing as her mum, but it just made her look younger, which obviously wasn’t her intention. “Sorry, sorry.”
Lily gently nudged his arm, glad that it wasn’t the one trying to heal, and cracked a small smile.
“I should really take pointers from you,” Lily said. “Feel like being my tutor for the next two years?” She batted her eyelashes and pouted prettily.
Fred let out a dramatic sigh; no one could ever say no to Lily Luna Potter’s infamous pout. “Fine, but only if you promise to help me during my healer training,” he said before they both shared a hearty laugh.
3.Author: att3sa
Title: His Problem
Words: 244
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Looking in the mirror, six year old Fred Weasley compared himself the picture of his dead uncle that he’d knicked from the mantle. His hair was brown, dark like his mother’s, not red like his father’s. His skin was dark too, and unmarred by freckles. He looked nothing like his uncle.
“You have his smile.”
“No, no George it’s the laugh. He has Fred’s laugh. Laugh for us, Freddie.”
Nine year old Fred Weasley II walked away from the breakfast table while his parents laughed and joked. It was Fred Weasley I’s birthday.
His grandmother never called him by name. Darling. Sweetheart. Honey.
The only thing she ever called his sister was Roxanne.
He had pleaded with his aunt to name her daughter anything, anything at all (in fact he had recommended Edith) except for Lily. She smiled, laughed and rubbed her rounded abdomen cooing softly to little baby Lily Luna.
After the little redhead had been born Fred stared down at her, looking at her very Weasley-esque features and the small fat hand that had wrapped itself around his index finger tightly.
“Sometimes,” he murmured softly to the small oblivious infant, “I feel like my name isn’t my own.”
The little girl gurgled and kicked her foot out. He smiled at her.
“Not that you’ll have that problem ,” he added softly putting his other hand in the crib so that her other tiny fist could clasp around another one of his fingers.
___________
Poll :)