Voting Post For Week #177
Sorry this is so late posting... we only had one entry last week but we also got a late entry before I got around to posting so I'm still gonna put it to a vote on the two. I'll post a new challenge as well and entries will be due on Wednesday for that challenge, sorry again for the lateness...
It's Voting Time!
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. Please vote for a MOST and SECOND favorite drabble. If you do not fill out the entire poll, your vote will not be counted.
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier on the mod :)
5. Please remember the prompt must when voting: Mandatory word list: Speed, Desire, Competition, Bludger, and Defeat
Results will be posted on Thursday. Have fun!
1.
Author:
Feedback: yes, please
Title: Playing Hogwarts
Words: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: None
"It's going to be so boring without Fred and George! Why can't I go to Hogwarts, too?" Ron whinged.
"You know you aren't old enough for two more years, Ronald," Mrs Weasley responded.
At the same time as her mum spoke, Ginny answered Ron, "It won't be boring! I'm still here!"
"You're not as fun as they are," Ron moaned, defeated.
"Am too!" Ginny shrieked.
"Are not!" Ron yelled.
"Quiet!" Mrs Weasley said firmly.
"Am too!" Ginny whispered.
"Are not!" Ron hissed.
They continued in this manner for several exchanges until Mr Weasley loudly declared, "ONE."
Ron and Ginny instantly stopped their hissed argument. It was usually Mum who scolded them, but when Dad started to count, they were really going to catch it if he made it to three.
Silence reigned as the old Ford Anglia bumped along the dirt road on the way to the Burrow.
When they arrived home and were out of the car, Mr Weasley said, "Ron, Ginny, you may not be old enough to go to Hogwarts, but you could pretend you're at Hogwarts."
"Yeah! We'll be on the house Quidditch team!" Ron yelled excitedly. "And then we can come in and eat the welcoming feast! Right, Mum?"
Mrs Weasley nodded, laughing. "Have fun playing, but no bludgers!"
"Brilliant!" Ginny exclaimed, "I'll go get Charlie's old Quaffle!" and ran into the house.
Ron called after her, "I'll get us the speediest brooms!" and ran off to the broom shed.
When they met up in the back garden, Ron told Ginny, "We're playing in the Quidditch Cup Competition. I'll be Gryffindor!"
"You can't be Gryffindor!" Ginny argued. "I desire Gryffindor!" She imitated Percy's pompous manner. "My name even starts with the right letter! G for Ginny, G for Gryffindor. You can be a Ravenclaw. R for Ron, R for Ravenclaw."
"I won't be a Ravenclaw! Charlie says Ravenclaws are a bunch of swots. I want Gryffindor since I'm older."
"That's not fair!"
"Is too! Fred and George, Percy, Charlie and Bill always got to do cool stuff because they're older. Now I'm the one who's older."
"Yeah? Well, you were always the one complaining about it not being fair when Fred, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill said they were older. Now you're being just like them. Mean. I should get my way because I'm the youngest."
Ron sighed, "How about if neither of us is Gryffindor? I'll be Hufflepuff, and you be Slytherin.
"Why don't I be Hufflepuff, and you be Slytherin! Everybody says Slytherins are evil!"
"Slytherins aren't evil, they're sneaky," Ron cajoled, "and you're even sneakier than Fred and George."
"You think I'm sneakier than Fred and George?!" Ginny brightened considerably.
"Yeah, you are. You get in trouble loads less than they do, and it's not that you aren't doing stuff, you're just good at not getting caught."
"OK. I'll be Slytherin, and you be Hufflepuff."
Important matters decided, Ron and Ginny quickly mounted their brooms and pushed off into the air, laughing.
2.
Author:
Feedback:Yes
Title:When Competition Kicks Your Arse
Pairing:Hints of Ron/Padma; Theo/Parvati
Rating: Gen/K/G/Etc.
Word Count: 500 exact.
Ron Weasley wasn't always the fastest Quidditch player. In fact, he wasn't even that good. The only reason he was even on the Cannons as a back up player was because he was part of the Golden Trio.
"Hey Weasel," Theo Nott muttered as he sat next to him on Parvati Patil's couch. "Why are you in my girlfriend's house?"
"I'm actually here with Padma," Ron replied. "I needed some chocolate cake and apparently Parvati is good at making it."
Theo nodded hesitantly, still looking confused. "Why exactly did you need cake again?"
"Well," Ron started off, "it all began when I was supposed to play Keeper against my biggest rival, Damian Corwood."
"Alright," nodded Theo. "Go on, then."
"You know, he is my biggest rival so I really wanted to win. I practiced a lot. I had Harry and Angelina throw me some quaffles, I went to the pitch everyday. I was filled with the desire to win. And, I really thought I would."
Theo raised his eyebrows. "So, what went so wrong?"
The other man laughed loudly. "Ahh, what went wrong? I don't even know where to start-"
"You should start from the beginning," Theo interrupted. "That's the best place to start."
"No," Ron replied sarcastically, "I'll start from the end. Anyway," he continued, "I showed up on game day ready to win. I was ready to face the competition and finally beat Damian Corwood."
As Ron went on and on about Damian, Theo wondered why he was even humouring the red head. Everyone knew that Ron Weasley was always defeated by all teams. But why is he moping over this, he wondered. if he's used to losing, why is this such a big deal?
"So, after they had gotten three quaffles past me, I knew that I needed to step up my game," Ron droned on, now in his own world. "Damian hadn't let a single one in, and we were losing by a lot."
Theo kept nodding, pretending to be interested. "Uh, huh," he acknowledged. "Then what?"
"Then, a bludger came flying at me out of nowhere! I was so shocked I practically fell off my broom. After that, the sneaky Chaser put another quaffle through. All the Falcons fans were cheering and it was absolutely horrendous." Ron shuddered as he remembered the fans' cheers as he was struggling to get stable on his broom. "And then, the stupid Beater 'accidentally' hit the bludger towards me again! I knew that we were going to lose."
"You shouldn't have given up so easily," Theo pointed out. "Maybe your team would've caught the snitch."
"I could only wish that would've happened," Ron said sadly. "By that time, the Falcons had caught the snitch and we were forced to admit defeat."
"That's sad," Theo agreed.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, returning to his moping. "I feel depressed."
oooOOOooo
Voter Feedback Option
Voters now have the option of leaving a short statement about the drabble you voted for and why you voted that way. Feedback will then be given ANONYMOUSLY to the writer. Comments are screened if voters wish to leave additional feedback on any of the drabbles.
For example:
MOST Favorite:
#21 - Loved the humor, made me laugh
SECOND Most Favorite:
#42 - Characters were OOC
Poll SHD Week 177:Ron/Quidditch
It's Voting Time!
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. Please vote for a MOST and SECOND favorite drabble. If you do not fill out the entire poll, your vote will not be counted.
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier on the mod :)
5. Please remember the prompt must when voting: Mandatory word list: Speed, Desire, Competition, Bludger, and Defeat
Results will be posted on Thursday. Have fun!
1.
Author:
Feedback: yes, please
Title: Playing Hogwarts
Words: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: None
"It's going to be so boring without Fred and George! Why can't I go to Hogwarts, too?" Ron whinged.
"You know you aren't old enough for two more years, Ronald," Mrs Weasley responded.
At the same time as her mum spoke, Ginny answered Ron, "It won't be boring! I'm still here!"
"You're not as fun as they are," Ron moaned, defeated.
"Am too!" Ginny shrieked.
"Are not!" Ron yelled.
"Quiet!" Mrs Weasley said firmly.
"Am too!" Ginny whispered.
"Are not!" Ron hissed.
They continued in this manner for several exchanges until Mr Weasley loudly declared, "ONE."
Ron and Ginny instantly stopped their hissed argument. It was usually Mum who scolded them, but when Dad started to count, they were really going to catch it if he made it to three.
Silence reigned as the old Ford Anglia bumped along the dirt road on the way to the Burrow.
When they arrived home and were out of the car, Mr Weasley said, "Ron, Ginny, you may not be old enough to go to Hogwarts, but you could pretend you're at Hogwarts."
"Yeah! We'll be on the house Quidditch team!" Ron yelled excitedly. "And then we can come in and eat the welcoming feast! Right, Mum?"
Mrs Weasley nodded, laughing. "Have fun playing, but no bludgers!"
"Brilliant!" Ginny exclaimed, "I'll go get Charlie's old Quaffle!" and ran into the house.
Ron called after her, "I'll get us the speediest brooms!" and ran off to the broom shed.
When they met up in the back garden, Ron told Ginny, "We're playing in the Quidditch Cup Competition. I'll be Gryffindor!"
"You can't be Gryffindor!" Ginny argued. "I desire Gryffindor!" She imitated Percy's pompous manner. "My name even starts with the right letter! G for Ginny, G for Gryffindor. You can be a Ravenclaw. R for Ron, R for Ravenclaw."
"I won't be a Ravenclaw! Charlie says Ravenclaws are a bunch of swots. I want Gryffindor since I'm older."
"That's not fair!"
"Is too! Fred and George, Percy, Charlie and Bill always got to do cool stuff because they're older. Now I'm the one who's older."
"Yeah? Well, you were always the one complaining about it not being fair when Fred, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill said they were older. Now you're being just like them. Mean. I should get my way because I'm the youngest."
Ron sighed, "How about if neither of us is Gryffindor? I'll be Hufflepuff, and you be Slytherin.
"Why don't I be Hufflepuff, and you be Slytherin! Everybody says Slytherins are evil!"
"Slytherins aren't evil, they're sneaky," Ron cajoled, "and you're even sneakier than Fred and George."
"You think I'm sneakier than Fred and George?!" Ginny brightened considerably.
"Yeah, you are. You get in trouble loads less than they do, and it's not that you aren't doing stuff, you're just good at not getting caught."
"OK. I'll be Slytherin, and you be Hufflepuff."
Important matters decided, Ron and Ginny quickly mounted their brooms and pushed off into the air, laughing.
2.
Author:
Feedback:Yes
Title:When Competition Kicks Your Arse
Pairing:Hints of Ron/Padma; Theo/Parvati
Rating: Gen/K/G/Etc.
Word Count: 500 exact.
Ron Weasley wasn't always the fastest Quidditch player. In fact, he wasn't even that good. The only reason he was even on the Cannons as a back up player was because he was part of the Golden Trio.
"Hey Weasel," Theo Nott muttered as he sat next to him on Parvati Patil's couch. "Why are you in my girlfriend's house?"
"I'm actually here with Padma," Ron replied. "I needed some chocolate cake and apparently Parvati is good at making it."
Theo nodded hesitantly, still looking confused. "Why exactly did you need cake again?"
"Well," Ron started off, "it all began when I was supposed to play Keeper against my biggest rival, Damian Corwood."
"Alright," nodded Theo. "Go on, then."
"You know, he is my biggest rival so I really wanted to win. I practiced a lot. I had Harry and Angelina throw me some quaffles, I went to the pitch everyday. I was filled with the desire to win. And, I really thought I would."
Theo raised his eyebrows. "So, what went so wrong?"
The other man laughed loudly. "Ahh, what went wrong? I don't even know where to start-"
"You should start from the beginning," Theo interrupted. "That's the best place to start."
"No," Ron replied sarcastically, "I'll start from the end. Anyway," he continued, "I showed up on game day ready to win. I was ready to face the competition and finally beat Damian Corwood."
As Ron went on and on about Damian, Theo wondered why he was even humouring the red head. Everyone knew that Ron Weasley was always defeated by all teams. But why is he moping over this, he wondered. if he's used to losing, why is this such a big deal?
"So, after they had gotten three quaffles past me, I knew that I needed to step up my game," Ron droned on, now in his own world. "Damian hadn't let a single one in, and we were losing by a lot."
Theo kept nodding, pretending to be interested. "Uh, huh," he acknowledged. "Then what?"
"Then, a bludger came flying at me out of nowhere! I was so shocked I practically fell off my broom. After that, the sneaky Chaser put another quaffle through. All the Falcons fans were cheering and it was absolutely horrendous." Ron shuddered as he remembered the fans' cheers as he was struggling to get stable on his broom. "And then, the stupid Beater 'accidentally' hit the bludger towards me again! I knew that we were going to lose."
"You shouldn't have given up so easily," Theo pointed out. "Maybe your team would've caught the snitch."
"I could only wish that would've happened," Ron said sadly. "By that time, the Falcons had caught the snitch and we were forced to admit defeat."
"That's sad," Theo agreed.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, returning to his moping. "I feel depressed."
oooOOOooo
Voter Feedback Option
Voters now have the option of leaving a short statement about the drabble you voted for and why you voted that way. Feedback will then be given ANONYMOUSLY to the writer. Comments are screened if voters wish to leave additional feedback on any of the drabbles.
For example:
MOST Favorite:
#21 - Loved the humor, made me laugh
SECOND Most Favorite:
#42 - Characters were OOC
Poll SHD Week 177:Ron/Quidditch