Drabble meme

[shimotsuki]

This may be a really bad idea, given my progress so far on my list, but I haven't tried drabbling in a while, and it's so much fun. Plus, this week is Spring Break, dangit. So.

Meme borrowed from mrstater and chococoffeekiss, in honor of International Women's Day:
Name a woman in one of my fandoms and I will attempt a drabble about her.I guess "my fandoms" would be

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[chococoffeekiss]

Luna Lovegood? :)

[shimotsuki]

Ooh, I don't think I've ever written Luna!

They slammed the door and left her alone in the dark.

“I’m somewhere,” she said. “That’s better than nowhere.”

“Who’s that?” came a thread of a voice.

Not alone, then. She pondered. “Should I tell you?”

“You have nothing to fear from me,” said the voice. “I can hardly move.” It paused. “I’m Ollivander.”

“Mr. Ollivander, the wandmaker?” She began to feel her way toward him. “I’m Luna Lovegood.”

“Unicorn hair,” he said weakly. “Hawthorn.”

“That’s right.” Luna sat down beside the voice. “Nine inches. Rather springy.”

[gilpin25]

This is a writing match that has obviously been waiting to happen! I really like “I’m somewhere,” she said. “That’s better than nowhere” and Rather springy."

[shimotsuki]

Aw, thanks. Luna has this odd way of making sense when you're not expecting her to, plus she never gives up hope, so that's what I was trying for.

*needs Ravenclaw icon*

[gilpin25]

How nice that there are so many awesome female characters I'm debating over.:D

The Queen of Attolia, please.

[shimotsuki]

There are lots of nice choices, aren't there!

This ran to 150 words -- couldn't squeeze it down to 100, so I went for exactly a drabble and a half instead. ;)

She sat statue-still on her throne, waiting.

It was the large throne she had chosen, of course. The smaller one sat empty at her side.

Would that it might remain so.

She knew that she was perfect. Every jewel in her shining hair; every fold of fine silk. And not a single expression on her face that she did not place there deliberately.

This would be the performance of her life. Even more important than her ill-fated wedding night, for now the fate of the whole peninsula hung in the balance.

She nodded to Relius, and he nodded to the guards. They pulled the door open.

“Your Majesty,” said the smug, gaudy man who stepped through. “My name is Nahuseresh. I am here to offer you aid, in the name of my Emperor.”

She allowed a smile to warm her face. “Ambassador, you are most welcome here.”

[gilpin25]

:D That could fit seamlessly into the books. Especially Even more important than her ill-fated wedding night, for now the fate of the whole peninsula hung in the balance.

[shimotsuki]

Except for the fact that I used fate twice in the same sentence? :P But thanks, and thanks for the prompt!

[mrstater]

Why don't you write the one about Winona Kirk? ;)

Or how about Iselle's grandmother? (I am completely blanking on her name.)

[shimotsuki]

LOL! I thought about Winona, really I did, but I'm too fuzzy on the details of just how Kirk rushed off to join up to make it fit canon. (This is why I only write book fic!) So here's the dowager provincara of Baocia, whose given name I don't think we ever learned.

The Provincara sighed, watching her grandchildren squabble.

Iselle could talk circles around her brother. She was older, of course, but even at Teidez’s age-or younger-Iselle had already come into a certain quickness of wit and sharpness of eye that was sadly lacking in the boy.

The boy. The heir to the royacy, rather, if that fool Orico couldn’t manage to get his wife with child.

The Provincara sighed again as Iselle tossed her head and stalked off, leaving Teidez in a red-faced sulk.

Well, even her son had turned out a passable provincar. Maybe Teidez just needed a good tutor.

[mrstater]

Well, I feel slightly better about forgetting her name if she doesn't have one, LOL! But I couldn't remember her title, either. My Chalionese is getting dreadfully rusty!

Nice little prelude to Chalion! If only the Provincara knew how things were going to turn out for The Boy. Poor Teidez!

[shimotsuki]

I guess this one was my little commentary for International Women's Day, heh. I'm sorry for Teidez, of course, but I just bet everyone who knew both children kept saying, "Too bad Teidez doesn't have his older sister's brains. Oh, well, whatcha gonna do; men inherit power." ;P

[carnivalgirl]

Lily Evans/Potter. Because I've seen different interpretations of her from fiesty to adorable, and I'd love to see your take. :)

[shimotsuki]

Oh, I do like Lily! I see her as a little more traditionally girly than Tonks (or Ginny), but pretty feisty. (If you're looking for stuff to read, I do actually have a handful of Lily fics, indexed here -- the first three and "Seeds" are Lily POV. :P )

Lily woke at dawn, athrill with anticipation. Sev had told her so much about Hogwarts, and she couldn’t wait to explore it for herself.

She found the Great Hall on her own. A few other early risers had already started on breakfast. From the doorway, she scanned faces until she saw the one she knew best.

She went over to him. “Morning, Sev! Do we always eat at our own tables?”

“Talking to Mudbloods, Snape?” drawled an older boy with white-blond hair. The other Slytherins laughed.

Sev looked away.

It seemed he hadn’t told her everything about Hogwarts.

[avanti_90]

Ouch. That was very nicely done.

[shimotsuki]

Thanks...and yeah, ouch. Snape makes a lot of wrong choices over the years, but he's got to be hurting here even as he hurts Lily.

[marbleglove]

I can't remember her name off hand, but in "The King of Attolia," the girl Eugenides dances with, the younger sister of the woman who is trying to become his mistress.

Or the older sister, who is supposed to become Eugenides mistress.

[shimotsuki]

Ooh, a fun choice. Here are both sisters!

“You little sneak,” Themis hissed. “Stop flirting with the king-he’s mine.”

“Flirting?” Heiro looked up from her embroidery. “I dance with him. That’s all.”

“Of course you’re flirting.” Themis pulled the half-finished altar-cloth out of Heiro’s hands and flung it on the floor, tangling the fine silken floss. “Why else would anyone dance with that goatfoot? But I’m to be his mistress. Father says so.”

Heiro picked up the altar-cloth, smoothing it on her knee.

Themis saw a goatfoot. Father saw an opportunity.

But Heiro saw a lonely boy-and so, she danced.

[marbleglove]

Oh excellent! Thank you.

[shimotsuki]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed. :)