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Title: A Whole New World
Challenge: #015 - Harry Potter
Fandom: HP
Word Count: Word says 200.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Hermione Granger got on with Luna Lovegood much better since she’d given up trying to battle the other girl’s eccentric notions. They’d become fairly good friends when she, Harry, and Ron had returned to Hogwarts the September after the defeat of Voldemort to do their NEWT year. For her part, Luna seemed to have left her most outlandish ideas behind her.
But this latest one about wandless witches was back to Crumple-Horned Snorkack territory. The tales of the Vampire Slayer were more likely. As Lovegood theories went, that one was downright scientific. But Luna had asked, so here she was in the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for Luna to show up with the woman she’d met in muggle London who claimed to wield magic entirely without a wand. Hermione just hoped the meeting wouldn’t wind up being a flagrant violation of the Statute of Secrecy.
She looked up as the chime above the door to Charing Cross Road sounded. In walked Luna and a red-headed woman their age. She looked like she was doing her best to restrain excitement. Luna led her over to Hermione’s table.
“This is my friend Hermione Granger.”
“I’m Willow Rosenberg, it’s so nice to meet you.”
Title: Chosen
Challenge: #032 - Work / Jobs
Fandom: CSI
Word Count: Word says 200.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Sara Sidle hadn’t told anyone what had happened to her out in the desert. She’d thought she was going crazy, imminent death doing things to her head. But when she’d heard that low, fierce voice ask her if she was ready to be strong, she’d almost screamed out her answer. Of course she was ready to be strong if it would get her out from under that car! She’d written off the feral woman who had appeared the next morning to tell her “what you are” as a hallucination. Sara was a scientist. She made her living relying on facts, evidence, and testable theories. Her mind, ever logical, told her she was lost, dehydrated, injured, and likely in shock. All better explanations than that woman being real.
Back in the city, she’d tried to forget it. But nothing was like it had been before. She’d thought she was a creature of the night. The shortcut she’d taken to get home one evening had shown her what real creatures of the night looked like- and what they did. Her broken arm had healed so much faster than it should have that it scared her. What is a Slayer? What am I?
Title: Looking
Challenge: #025 - Firefly/Serenity
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: Word says 200.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Kaylee looked out over the Eavesdown Docks, teeming with the usual swirl of busy humanity. Captain and Zoe had gone to see if they could find halfway legitimate work. She was supposed to find them some passengers. Dorms were empty now Simon had moved into her quarters and they'd cleaned out the crew bunk nobody'd been using for River. So far she hadn't seen any likely candidates.
But that changed as she watched a small group making its way up the docks. Two girls who looked about her own age, and two men. The one with the eye patch looked the same age as the girls, but the second man was old enough to be parent to one or more of the other three. Unlike most passengers, they didn’t seem to be looking at manifests or even the ships. They were evaluating the people standing in front of them. Kaylee hoped they’d make it as far as Serenity. The girls looked nice.
And then they were standing right in front of her. They looked at her, looked at Serenity, and then the girls did something she hadn’t seen them do yet: smiled like they’d found what they were looking for.
Title: Mutual Aggravation
Challenge: #000 - Starting Over
Fandom: LOTR
Word Count: Word says 100.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Haldir refused to let his exasperation show. He suspected it would please the infernal daughter of Man found on the borders of Lorien no end. He had been unable to make any sense of her tale. She spoke more rapidly than any being he had ever met, and her words were strange to elven ears. He needed no words to tell him she was in a snit even Elrond of Rivendell would find difficult to match. He silently counted ten before addressing her again.
“Lady Dawn, let us start once more from the beginning. How came you to be here?”
Challenge: #015 - Harry Potter
Fandom: HP
Word Count: Word says 200.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Hermione Granger got on with Luna Lovegood much better since she’d given up trying to battle the other girl’s eccentric notions. They’d become fairly good friends when she, Harry, and Ron had returned to Hogwarts the September after the defeat of Voldemort to do their NEWT year. For her part, Luna seemed to have left her most outlandish ideas behind her.
But this latest one about wandless witches was back to Crumple-Horned Snorkack territory. The tales of the Vampire Slayer were more likely. As Lovegood theories went, that one was downright scientific. But Luna had asked, so here she was in the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for Luna to show up with the woman she’d met in muggle London who claimed to wield magic entirely without a wand. Hermione just hoped the meeting wouldn’t wind up being a flagrant violation of the Statute of Secrecy.
She looked up as the chime above the door to Charing Cross Road sounded. In walked Luna and a red-headed woman their age. She looked like she was doing her best to restrain excitement. Luna led her over to Hermione’s table.
“This is my friend Hermione Granger.”
“I’m Willow Rosenberg, it’s so nice to meet you.”
Title: Chosen
Challenge: #032 - Work / Jobs
Fandom: CSI
Word Count: Word says 200.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Sara Sidle hadn’t told anyone what had happened to her out in the desert. She’d thought she was going crazy, imminent death doing things to her head. But when she’d heard that low, fierce voice ask her if she was ready to be strong, she’d almost screamed out her answer. Of course she was ready to be strong if it would get her out from under that car! She’d written off the feral woman who had appeared the next morning to tell her “what you are” as a hallucination. Sara was a scientist. She made her living relying on facts, evidence, and testable theories. Her mind, ever logical, told her she was lost, dehydrated, injured, and likely in shock. All better explanations than that woman being real.
Back in the city, she’d tried to forget it. But nothing was like it had been before. She’d thought she was a creature of the night. The shortcut she’d taken to get home one evening had shown her what real creatures of the night looked like- and what they did. Her broken arm had healed so much faster than it should have that it scared her. What is a Slayer? What am I?
Title: Looking
Challenge: #025 - Firefly/Serenity
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: Word says 200.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Kaylee looked out over the Eavesdown Docks, teeming with the usual swirl of busy humanity. Captain and Zoe had gone to see if they could find halfway legitimate work. She was supposed to find them some passengers. Dorms were empty now Simon had moved into her quarters and they'd cleaned out the crew bunk nobody'd been using for River. So far she hadn't seen any likely candidates.
But that changed as she watched a small group making its way up the docks. Two girls who looked about her own age, and two men. The one with the eye patch looked the same age as the girls, but the second man was old enough to be parent to one or more of the other three. Unlike most passengers, they didn’t seem to be looking at manifests or even the ships. They were evaluating the people standing in front of them. Kaylee hoped they’d make it as far as Serenity. The girls looked nice.
And then they were standing right in front of her. They looked at her, looked at Serenity, and then the girls did something she hadn’t seen them do yet: smiled like they’d found what they were looking for.
Title: Mutual Aggravation
Challenge: #000 - Starting Over
Fandom: LOTR
Word Count: Word says 100.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Haldir refused to let his exasperation show. He suspected it would please the infernal daughter of Man found on the borders of Lorien no end. He had been unable to make any sense of her tale. She spoke more rapidly than any being he had ever met, and her words were strange to elven ears. He needed no words to tell him she was in a snit even Elrond of Rivendell would find difficult to match. He silently counted ten before addressing her again.
“Lady Dawn, let us start once more from the beginning. How came you to be here?”