6 One Shots and/or Drabbles
Prompt: Challenge 69: World Table
1. Trust 2. Accio 3. Hopeful 4. Reparo 5. Terrified 6. Wingardium Leviosa at hh_writersblock
014. Hope
020. Clean
037. Possession
071. Air
089. Dangerous
098. Writer's Choice
100_women : my table here
For: hp pairings
Rating: G (PG)
Warnings: 1 cuss word in "Accio Towel"
Notes: These may or may not have all been written in under 30 minutes. I had to keep taking breaks.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
Title: Accio Towel
Characters: Katie/Viktor
Prompt: Accio at hh_writersblock
020. Clean at 100_women : my table here
Genre: Humor/Comedy
Word Count: 100
Summary: There's never a towel around when you need one.
"Accio towel," commanded Katie.
Nothing.
With an annoyed huff, Katie pushed the shower curtain aside and grabbed her wand. With a flick, she demanded, "Accio towel!"
Nothing.
"Accio towel!"
Nothing.
Katie was growing cold. Louder and more forcefully she called as she flung her wand about, "ACCIO TOWEL!"
There was the sound of a loud thump, an angry yelp, and violent yanks. Katie’s eyes were as wide as saucers as a towel resolutely dragged Viktor Krum to her. He jumped up. Katie’s eyes snapped shut as he ripped off his towel and flung into her face.
"Haff the damn towel!"
Title: Hot Pink Bouncy Ball
Characters: Bill/Hannah
Prompt: Wingardium Leviosa at hh_writersblock
037. Possession at 100_women
Genre: General
Word Count: 317
Summary: Hannah loses her bouncy ball. Also she probably has pigtails.
Hannah stared forlornly down at her rubber, bouncy ball down in the gutter. She’d been bouncing it as she walked home from her friend’s house when it plopped right through the drain grate. It was her favorite ball too! - hot pink with violent orange stripes. Her lip jutted out, but she didn’t cry, only gave a big sigh.
"Whatcha looking at?"
Surprised, Hannah looked up at a tall, red-haired boy covered in freckles. He was a lot older than her. She took in his black robes and the red and gold lion crest stitched to them.
"You go to Hogwarts?" she asked.
"Yep!"
He seemed a nice enough chap. Hannah pointed to her bouncy ball down in the gutter. The tall boy nodded, "Your ball? Too bad - that’s a nice one too! Well, we’ll just have to get it out!"
"How? I can’t reach it!"
The boy leaned in conspiratorially; "I’ll use magic," he whispered.
"You’re not supposed to - you’ll get in trouble."
"Ah, no one cares. You won’t tell…" Hannah shook her head no "… and I won’t tell; so there you go!" The boy pulled his wand out of his pocket and furrowed his brow in concentration. "I learned this spell this year. "Wingardium Leviosa." The ball rolled a bit. "Wingardium Leviosa." The ball rose a few inches then bounced down. "Wingardium Leviosa." On the third try the ball shot straight up, through the grate, and high over their heads.
"Catch it!" Hannah shrieked, and the two chased the ball down the street. The hot pink with violent orange stripes bouncy ball eluded them for two blocks, but they finally caught it. Panting, they grinned at each other. "Thanks. I’m Hannah," she said.
"I’m Bill," replied the tall boy. "You should come by my house some time, I have lots of brothers and a sister whose about your age too."
Hannah grinned widely, "You betcha!"
Title: Just One Foot
Characters: Susan/Oliver
Prompt: Trust at hh_writersblock
071. Air at 100_women
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 458
Summary: Susan is scared of heights. Oliver has to tutor her. Unfortunately, he's unsuccessful.
"No, no, no, no!" cried Susan clutching her broom handle fiercely and refusing to get on it. Having failed Flying her first year, Hannah was held back and had to go to the remedial class. Unfortunately, she was still doing poorly and now needed a special tutor.
Oliver covered his face with his hands and shook his head. If he could just get her off the ground, then they could actually get started - but she wasn’t even willing to sit on the broom.
"Sue, ya hafta try! Ya gonna fail this class too iffen ya don’t!"
"I don’t care,” she wailed. “I’d rather fail than DIE!"
"Ya not gonna die! I only want ya to get on an’ go up only three feet."
"NO!"
"Two feet?"
"No!"
"Just one tiny, baby, wee, little foot?"
Susan had to grin, but refused to release her death grip on the broom. She shook her head stubbornly, "Nope! Not even one little foot!"
Oliver threw his arms up in the air. "Why not, ya daft thing?"
"I like the ground just fine, thank you very much!" Susan laughed.
"Ah, but Sue, when ya get up into the air, it’s a wonderful place - ya can go as fast as th’ wind, see only what a bird sees, and feel th' bright sunshine on yer back." Susan bit her lip.
"Come on, Sue, dontcha trust me?"
"Not particularly."
"I promise to take care of ya. Cross my heart."
Slowly, Susan released her hands and handed him the broom. Gently like one would treat a skittish foal, Oliver held the broom steady as she climbed over it. "There, there," he murmured as he climbed on in front of her. “Hold on tight, Sue.” With panicky strength, Susan latched on to Oliver’s back. “Easy now, easy.” Confident, Oliver looked forward and commanded the broom up until their feet were about a foot off the ground. "How’s that?"
"I’m not looking."
Oliver urged the broom forward and the sailed slowly around the yard. All the while, he murmured comforting words to Susan, until he felt her face move away from his back. He could tell when she dared to open her eyes, because he felt her stiffen up. "Take it easy, we’re doing fine." Susan tried to relax and take comfort in Oliver’s warmth. "You’re doing just great."
"You’re a liar."
Oliver laughed and Susan smiled a very tiny smile. If she could just fly around like this, only a foot off the ground, she might be all right.
They landed shortly, and Oliver asked, "Wasn’t so bad, was it?"
Susan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but you won’t always be up there with me. I trust you."
"I’ll be there when ever you need me, Susan Bones."
Title: Who's Crying Now
Characters: Cho/Ron
Prompt: Reparo at hh_writersblock
Writer's Choice at 100_women
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 100
Summary: Someone's crying, someone comforts.
There were an awful lot of tears. They were dripping down a very red face and making a puddle on black robes. The dry sound of exhausted sniffing filled the small nook where the anguished student sat.
As another student cam traipsing down the stairs, the mourner rubbed a shaking sleeve across their puffy eyes in vain.
"Oh. I’m sorry - I didn’t see you there."
There would only be a cracking voice if the weeper tried to speak.
"Let me help fix it."
Ron looked up at Cho who gently wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Let me help you."
Title: Out Late at Night
Characters: Hermione/Marcus
Prompt: Terrified at hh_writersblock
089. Dangerous at 100_women
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 100
Summary: Hermione shouldn't be out so late... there's dangerous people about.
"What’s wrong, Granger?"
"I’m scared. Flint."
"What are you so scared of?"
"You."
"Ha. You should be terrified. Little girls shouldn't go walking around Hogwarts late at night. Something bad could happen to them. There's too much danger nowadays."
"Is that a threat?"
"Do you feel threatened, Granger?"
"Yes."
"For one so bright, you don’t have much common sense."
"I should be safe wandering about any time of day. This is a school!"
"There are bad people in the world. They don’t care about what should be."
"Enough talk."
"Certainly… please allow me to escort you back to your dormitory."
Title: Dæges Ēage
Characters: Cedric/Luna
Prompt: Hopeful at hh_writersblock
014. Hope at 100_women
Genre: General
Word Count: 205
Summary: Luna being Luna; Cedric being the great guy he is.
"The day’s eye."
"What was that, Luna?" asked Cedric as he looked up from the book he was reading in the library.
"Dæges ēage."
"What?"
"You don’t speak Old English?"
Cedric shook his head, "Luna, I don’t think you’re speaking any form of English."
Luna laughed then held up a daisy chain. "The daisy - the day’s eye or dæges ēage in Old English (Saxon to be specific)."
"You don’t say," stated Cedric politely.
"Yes, I do. I’ve always felt that they symbolize hope, don’t you agree."
"Sure."
"It’s a good blood purifier."
"What is?"
"Daisies."
"Is that what you’re doing? Making a blood purifier?"
"No, Cedric. I’m making a crown. Here you go!" Without ceremony, Luna placed the ring of white flowers on top of Cedric’s brown hair. It hung haphazardly over one ear. "Looks wonderful."
"Um… thanks, Luna."
"You are most welcome! It should give you hope while you study!"
With a cheerful wave goodbye, Luna skipped out of the library.
As soon as she was gone from eyesight, Cedric carefully pulled the chain off, but he laid it on the desk next to him. "Need all the hope I can get," he mumbled to himself as he studied the book about magical eggs.
1. Trust 2. Accio 3. Hopeful 4. Reparo 5. Terrified 6. Wingardium Leviosa at hh_writersblock
014. Hope
020. Clean
037. Possession
071. Air
089. Dangerous
098. Writer's Choice
100_women : my table here
For: hp pairings
Rating: G (PG)
Warnings: 1 cuss word in "Accio Towel"
Notes: These may or may not have all been written in under 30 minutes. I had to keep taking breaks.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
Title: Accio Towel
Characters: Katie/Viktor
Prompt: Accio at hh_writersblock
020. Clean at 100_women : my table here
Genre: Humor/Comedy
Word Count: 100
Summary: There's never a towel around when you need one.
"Accio towel," commanded Katie.
Nothing.
With an annoyed huff, Katie pushed the shower curtain aside and grabbed her wand. With a flick, she demanded, "Accio towel!"
Nothing.
"Accio towel!"
Nothing.
Katie was growing cold. Louder and more forcefully she called as she flung her wand about, "ACCIO TOWEL!"
There was the sound of a loud thump, an angry yelp, and violent yanks. Katie’s eyes were as wide as saucers as a towel resolutely dragged Viktor Krum to her. He jumped up. Katie’s eyes snapped shut as he ripped off his towel and flung into her face.
"Haff the damn towel!"
Title: Hot Pink Bouncy Ball
Characters: Bill/Hannah
Prompt: Wingardium Leviosa at hh_writersblock
037. Possession at 100_women
Genre: General
Word Count: 317
Summary: Hannah loses her bouncy ball. Also she probably has pigtails.
Hannah stared forlornly down at her rubber, bouncy ball down in the gutter. She’d been bouncing it as she walked home from her friend’s house when it plopped right through the drain grate. It was her favorite ball too! - hot pink with violent orange stripes. Her lip jutted out, but she didn’t cry, only gave a big sigh.
"Whatcha looking at?"
Surprised, Hannah looked up at a tall, red-haired boy covered in freckles. He was a lot older than her. She took in his black robes and the red and gold lion crest stitched to them.
"You go to Hogwarts?" she asked.
"Yep!"
He seemed a nice enough chap. Hannah pointed to her bouncy ball down in the gutter. The tall boy nodded, "Your ball? Too bad - that’s a nice one too! Well, we’ll just have to get it out!"
"How? I can’t reach it!"
The boy leaned in conspiratorially; "I’ll use magic," he whispered.
"You’re not supposed to - you’ll get in trouble."
"Ah, no one cares. You won’t tell…" Hannah shook her head no "… and I won’t tell; so there you go!" The boy pulled his wand out of his pocket and furrowed his brow in concentration. "I learned this spell this year. "Wingardium Leviosa." The ball rolled a bit. "Wingardium Leviosa." The ball rose a few inches then bounced down. "Wingardium Leviosa." On the third try the ball shot straight up, through the grate, and high over their heads.
"Catch it!" Hannah shrieked, and the two chased the ball down the street. The hot pink with violent orange stripes bouncy ball eluded them for two blocks, but they finally caught it. Panting, they grinned at each other. "Thanks. I’m Hannah," she said.
"I’m Bill," replied the tall boy. "You should come by my house some time, I have lots of brothers and a sister whose about your age too."
Hannah grinned widely, "You betcha!"
Title: Just One Foot
Characters: Susan/Oliver
Prompt: Trust at hh_writersblock
071. Air at 100_women
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 458
Summary: Susan is scared of heights. Oliver has to tutor her. Unfortunately, he's unsuccessful.
"No, no, no, no!" cried Susan clutching her broom handle fiercely and refusing to get on it. Having failed Flying her first year, Hannah was held back and had to go to the remedial class. Unfortunately, she was still doing poorly and now needed a special tutor.
Oliver covered his face with his hands and shook his head. If he could just get her off the ground, then they could actually get started - but she wasn’t even willing to sit on the broom.
"Sue, ya hafta try! Ya gonna fail this class too iffen ya don’t!"
"I don’t care,” she wailed. “I’d rather fail than DIE!"
"Ya not gonna die! I only want ya to get on an’ go up only three feet."
"NO!"
"Two feet?"
"No!"
"Just one tiny, baby, wee, little foot?"
Susan had to grin, but refused to release her death grip on the broom. She shook her head stubbornly, "Nope! Not even one little foot!"
Oliver threw his arms up in the air. "Why not, ya daft thing?"
"I like the ground just fine, thank you very much!" Susan laughed.
"Ah, but Sue, when ya get up into the air, it’s a wonderful place - ya can go as fast as th’ wind, see only what a bird sees, and feel th' bright sunshine on yer back." Susan bit her lip.
"Come on, Sue, dontcha trust me?"
"Not particularly."
"I promise to take care of ya. Cross my heart."
Slowly, Susan released her hands and handed him the broom. Gently like one would treat a skittish foal, Oliver held the broom steady as she climbed over it. "There, there," he murmured as he climbed on in front of her. “Hold on tight, Sue.” With panicky strength, Susan latched on to Oliver’s back. “Easy now, easy.” Confident, Oliver looked forward and commanded the broom up until their feet were about a foot off the ground. "How’s that?"
"I’m not looking."
Oliver urged the broom forward and the sailed slowly around the yard. All the while, he murmured comforting words to Susan, until he felt her face move away from his back. He could tell when she dared to open her eyes, because he felt her stiffen up. "Take it easy, we’re doing fine." Susan tried to relax and take comfort in Oliver’s warmth. "You’re doing just great."
"You’re a liar."
Oliver laughed and Susan smiled a very tiny smile. If she could just fly around like this, only a foot off the ground, she might be all right.
They landed shortly, and Oliver asked, "Wasn’t so bad, was it?"
Susan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but you won’t always be up there with me. I trust you."
"I’ll be there when ever you need me, Susan Bones."
Title: Who's Crying Now
Characters: Cho/Ron
Prompt: Reparo at hh_writersblock
Writer's Choice at 100_women
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 100
Summary: Someone's crying, someone comforts.
There were an awful lot of tears. They were dripping down a very red face and making a puddle on black robes. The dry sound of exhausted sniffing filled the small nook where the anguished student sat.
As another student cam traipsing down the stairs, the mourner rubbed a shaking sleeve across their puffy eyes in vain.
"Oh. I’m sorry - I didn’t see you there."
There would only be a cracking voice if the weeper tried to speak.
"Let me help fix it."
Ron looked up at Cho who gently wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Let me help you."
Title: Out Late at Night
Characters: Hermione/Marcus
Prompt: Terrified at hh_writersblock
089. Dangerous at 100_women
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 100
Summary: Hermione shouldn't be out so late... there's dangerous people about.
"What’s wrong, Granger?"
"I’m scared. Flint."
"What are you so scared of?"
"You."
"Ha. You should be terrified. Little girls shouldn't go walking around Hogwarts late at night. Something bad could happen to them. There's too much danger nowadays."
"Is that a threat?"
"Do you feel threatened, Granger?"
"Yes."
"For one so bright, you don’t have much common sense."
"I should be safe wandering about any time of day. This is a school!"
"There are bad people in the world. They don’t care about what should be."
"Enough talk."
"Certainly… please allow me to escort you back to your dormitory."
Title: Dæges Ēage
Characters: Cedric/Luna
Prompt: Hopeful at hh_writersblock
014. Hope at 100_women
Genre: General
Word Count: 205
Summary: Luna being Luna; Cedric being the great guy he is.
"The day’s eye."
"What was that, Luna?" asked Cedric as he looked up from the book he was reading in the library.
"Dæges ēage."
"What?"
"You don’t speak Old English?"
Cedric shook his head, "Luna, I don’t think you’re speaking any form of English."
Luna laughed then held up a daisy chain. "The daisy - the day’s eye or dæges ēage in Old English (Saxon to be specific)."
"You don’t say," stated Cedric politely.
"Yes, I do. I’ve always felt that they symbolize hope, don’t you agree."
"Sure."
"It’s a good blood purifier."
"What is?"
"Daisies."
"Is that what you’re doing? Making a blood purifier?"
"No, Cedric. I’m making a crown. Here you go!" Without ceremony, Luna placed the ring of white flowers on top of Cedric’s brown hair. It hung haphazardly over one ear. "Looks wonderful."
"Um… thanks, Luna."
"You are most welcome! It should give you hope while you study!"
With a cheerful wave goodbye, Luna skipped out of the library.
As soon as she was gone from eyesight, Cedric carefully pulled the chain off, but he laid it on the desk next to him. "Need all the hope I can get," he mumbled to himself as he studied the book about magical eggs.