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Post by Isabelle on Nov 12, 2006 11:41:56 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Unfortunately my mind is only half as brilliant the ever so wonderful JKR. Hence why I didn’t come up with HP and co.
A/N: So I decided to join in the fun. Maybe these will help formulate an idea which will turn into something longer. For now these will have to suffice… I’m going to keep all my drabbles on one thread so they’re easier to find, and because I am just one of those people who needs to have order in everything…
Author: Isabelle
Title: Challenge 1: Beginnings
Rating: If you can read, I think you’ll be okay.
All became still and silent as a sudden blinding green flash of light enveloped the area. The deafening silence was almost too much to bear as the seconds passing lengthened into minutes. The waiting was almost her undoing.
Through the haze of mist and fog a lean silhouette descended upon her, his robes torn and his wand gripped almost lifelessly in his right hand. He looked old, she noted, almost haggard as he drew nearer. The potent smell of smoke engulfed her the closer he came.
She could hardly keep herself upright. Her knees grew weak every inch closer he came. Her wand fell to the ground as she collapsed against him, her arms instantly winding around his neck in a tight embrace. He reciprocated the gesture dropping his wand as well, thanking all the deities in the world that she had not perished or been severely injured.
She pulled back enough to look into his eyes, seeking confirmation. The unmistakable twinkle was back in his eyes, something she had not seen for quite some time. She breathed a sigh of relief and did the most natural thing a person could do at such a time: she pulled him closer and kissed him desperately. He was surprised at first, but it took only mere second before he responded, realizing she felt the same.
He held her tightly, already thinking of the precious new beginning at life they had been given.
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Post by TabbyForever on Nov 12, 2006 12:01:57 GMT -5
Ummm interesting, i often find these stories leave you wanting to hear more...its why i love them.
J
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Post by osusprinks on Nov 13, 2006 3:16:59 GMT -5
I liked it. Excellent job! Thanks for sharing. I'm looking forward to more!
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Post by childminerva on Nov 26, 2006 10:10:00 GMT -5
Great job...I didn't review when I first read it, but I thought it was very good. Also, I copied you an ddecided to keep all my prompts in one thread too! Thanks foe the idea.  |
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Post by ιady ταвz on Nov 27, 2006 23:03:09 GMT -5
nice one..  |
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Post by jayejaye on Nov 29, 2006 15:14:18 GMT -5
A great drabble..crying out to be made into a longer fic.
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Post by StormAngel on Dec 5, 2006 23:53:44 GMT -5
a totally great drabble!!~~
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Post by Isabelle on Feb 4, 2007 18:48:37 GMT -5
A/N: So I am finally updating this one again. Real life got in the way. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep these up on a regular basis!! Please, tell me what you think!
Title: Challenge 52—Fire
The fire had destroyed everything. Nothing had been spared; not a book, a photograph, an heirloom. Everything was lost. All her memories; the chronology of what had been her life were gone.
She stood in the middle of the rubble that had been her home as the putrid smell of smoke enveloped her. She could barely breathe for her loss was one too great. Smoke and soot covered everything. It embedded itself in her robes, her skin, and her hair as she sifted through the charred remains of her belongings, searching desperately for anything that might have come through unscathed.
She felt a strong, but gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw the oh so familiar face of her beloved former professor, her mentor and her close friend. He drew her close and embraced her tightly.
Till this point she refused to allow herself to grieve. As he whispered nonsensical words of comfort in her ear, her tears came faster and harder. She cried until she could cry no more. Her tears streaked lines down her cheeks where the soot had accumulated on her face.
Still holding tightly to her dear friend, she couldn’t help but think what a powerful force fire was, how destructive it was. Everything she worked for was destroyed in only a matter of time, and there was nothing she or anyone could do to restore it to what had been there before.
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Post by childminerva on Feb 4, 2007 19:07:01 GMT -5
wow, very sad. The descriptions were lovely...I'm so glad Albus was there for her.
Thanks for updating.
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Post by osusprinks on Feb 5, 2007 23:17:02 GMT -5
That was an incredibly sad moment. Excellent descriptions.
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Post by Isabelle on Feb 10, 2007 13:07:03 GMT -5
A/N: I’m back again! I hope you enjoy! This one is a tad longer than the other two. Please let me know your thoughts, good and bad.
Title: Challenge 97—Picture (writer’s choice)
A picture is worth a thousand words. How many times had heard that before? Too many times to count it seems. The boy with fire red hair and freckles stared dubiously at the photograph that had fallen from the book. How had it found its way into the Transfiguration textbook he’d had to borrow after accidentally setting fire to his old tattered, hand-me-down copy?
The two people in the photograph looked so happy. It was a moment caught in time. He observed the photograph was taken using a Muggle camera, since the picture’s occupants were not moving. They were huddled around a small bundle cradles in the woman’s arms. The woman’s face held an expression displaying a myriad of emotions from sheer exhaustion to unbridled joy. The man sitting beside her on the bed was kissing her temple in the tenderest of any gesture of love the boy had ever seen. He had never even seen his father kiss his mother that way, or vice versa. He surmised that the child must have been born shortly before the picture had been taken.
The proud parents in the photograph looked so peculiarly familiar to the boy: the woman’s dark hair and straight nose, the man’s long hair and beard and crooked nose. Then he recognized the stately and customary half-moon spectacles perched on the man’s nose. He only knew of one man who wore such glasses. But the woman, who was she? The boy thought hard. He found the picture in his borrowed Transfiguration textbook…and Hogwarts’ Transfiguration Mistress was…
The boy couldn’t believe he had stumbled upon this secret of all secrets. The two people he thought to be a bit quirky and uptight were married and had a child or possibly children? How could this be? How were they able to conceal it from everyone? Or are there people who know about their relationship? Did his parents know? What if they aren’t married, but still have children? So many questions burned in his mind, but he knew he couldn’t ask them.
After looking at it once more, he placed the faded photograph in the exact spot he’d found it in when he’d opened the textbook. He couldn’t help but wonder why the picture was there in the first place. Had they been trying to forget something that occurred in the past? He sighed heavily, knowing that as much as he might have wanted to, he couldn’t tell another soul of what he found, not even his two best friends; it wasn’t his secret to reveal.
Perhaps the next person to stumble upon the photograph would conclude the same as he. Perhaps not…a picture is worth a thousand words…or secrets…
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Post by osusprinks on Feb 10, 2007 13:53:13 GMT -5
This was great. I'm assuming this is Ron and I loved that he didn't say "Bloody Hell." lol The poor kid gets a bad rap, I think! His conclusions are so sad, but I loved them. The last two sentences were perfect. Great job! |
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Post by childminerva on Feb 10, 2007 15:51:43 GMT -5
That really was amazing...I like that none of his questions will ever be answered.
Lovely piece.
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Post by Isabelle on Feb 18, 2007 20:41:51 GMT -5
A/N: This one is shorter, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!!
Title: Challenge 56—Breakfast
It was the same every morning, the staff observed. They would walk into the Great Hall, she holding the arm he so obviously proffered earlier. They often would gaze over the heads of their students while making their way to the High Table as though they were the proud parents of the entire group.
As they arrived at their usual seats, he would, ever the gentleman, pull her chair out for her and want for her to be seated before pushing her in a little. By the time he sat down she would already have his coffee, the cream and sugar lumps waiting to be added. He would then pour her tea, place it next to her as she placed a piece of toast spread liberally with raspberry jam onto his place. Next, he would lightly butter an English muffin for her as she added a little cream and brown sugar to their bowls of porridge. They would share a friendly smile with each other, then, before beginning to consume their breakfasts.
Of course all this was done silently, much to the amusement of the staff. Yes, breakfast at Hogwarts was quite monotonous and peculiar to much of the staff as far as the Headmaster and his deputy were concerned. There were many dull moments in life at Hogwarts, but the daily breakfast routine of the Headmaster and Headmistress was one that topped them all!
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Post by furandfeathers on Feb 18, 2007 21:52:09 GMT -5
awww I can just picture that! That's so cute!!! Great response to the prompt ;D
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Post by osusprinks on Feb 19, 2007 0:15:25 GMT -5
That was sweet but what I liked most is they saw it as dull and everyday. So often the staff seems surprised by the couple. Great response!
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