The Spirit of Things / The Intention of Things / The Going of Things
Title: The Spirit of Things
Challenge: Easter Eggs
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Ron, George, Fred Weasley; Harry
Rating: G
‘Hang on, then, what are you doing with those?’
George and Fred looked across the Gryffindor common room. Between them was a large wicker basket filled to the top with coloured eggs.
‘Never you mind, Ronald,’ said Fred pointedly.
‘The one who should be minding is Umbridge.’ George laughed the words out privately to Fred. They vanished into the boys’ dormitory.
Confounded by this new ruse of his brothers, Ron gawked openly at Harry.
Harry only shrugged and brushed the quill against his chin. ‘Maybe they’re just really, really into the Easter spirit this year.’
‘Easter spirit?’ Ron croaked out.
Title: The Intention of Things
Challenge: Easter Eggs
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: George and Fred Weasley; Draco Malfoy
Rating: G
Without realising what was happening, Draco Malfoy felt his legs give way beneath him. He stared into the high ceiling of a lower corridor, blinking surprise away.
Two freckled faces, impudently grinning, came over him. Malfoy didn’t know the Weasley twins apart. ‘You’ll pay for this! WHAT AM I LYING IN!’ His hands were webbed with gooey stickiness.
Fred tapped Malfoy’s cheek. ‘The snot of a thousand dragons, of course.’
When they’d disappeared, Malfoy struggled to sit up at the waist. All around him, all over him, was thick yellow liquid, tiny white pieces, and viscous fluid.
‘I HATE EASTER!!!’
Title: The Going of Things
Challenge; Easter Eggs
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Umbridge, Dumbledore
Rating: G
The Great Hall’s ceiling shone pale blue that Easter morning. Professor Umbridge pretended to ignore the students she passed. She eyed the back of Harry Potter’s head, wondering what sort of badness he would be up to that day. And the Weasley twins snickered in that secretive, annoying manner of theirs.
She took her place next to Dumbledore, eyeing the dishes ravenously.
Something important was missing. She gaped at the food, disappointed.
‘Ah,’ Dumbledore nodded and hid a grin, ‘it seems a thief has run off with all our eggs in the night. Or, more accurately, two thieves. Perhaps porridge instead?’
Challenge: Easter Eggs
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Ron, George, Fred Weasley; Harry
Rating: G
‘Hang on, then, what are you doing with those?’
George and Fred looked across the Gryffindor common room. Between them was a large wicker basket filled to the top with coloured eggs.
‘Never you mind, Ronald,’ said Fred pointedly.
‘The one who should be minding is Umbridge.’ George laughed the words out privately to Fred. They vanished into the boys’ dormitory.
Confounded by this new ruse of his brothers, Ron gawked openly at Harry.
Harry only shrugged and brushed the quill against his chin. ‘Maybe they’re just really, really into the Easter spirit this year.’
‘Easter spirit?’ Ron croaked out.
Title: The Intention of Things
Challenge: Easter Eggs
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: George and Fred Weasley; Draco Malfoy
Rating: G
Without realising what was happening, Draco Malfoy felt his legs give way beneath him. He stared into the high ceiling of a lower corridor, blinking surprise away.
Two freckled faces, impudently grinning, came over him. Malfoy didn’t know the Weasley twins apart. ‘You’ll pay for this! WHAT AM I LYING IN!’ His hands were webbed with gooey stickiness.
Fred tapped Malfoy’s cheek. ‘The snot of a thousand dragons, of course.’
When they’d disappeared, Malfoy struggled to sit up at the waist. All around him, all over him, was thick yellow liquid, tiny white pieces, and viscous fluid.
‘I HATE EASTER!!!’
Title: The Going of Things
Challenge; Easter Eggs
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Umbridge, Dumbledore
Rating: G
The Great Hall’s ceiling shone pale blue that Easter morning. Professor Umbridge pretended to ignore the students she passed. She eyed the back of Harry Potter’s head, wondering what sort of badness he would be up to that day. And the Weasley twins snickered in that secretive, annoying manner of theirs.
She took her place next to Dumbledore, eyeing the dishes ravenously.
Something important was missing. She gaped at the food, disappointed.
‘Ah,’ Dumbledore nodded and hid a grin, ‘it seems a thief has run off with all our eggs in the night. Or, more accurately, two thieves. Perhaps porridge instead?’