Clouds (Prompt: Rain)
Title: Clouds (Prompt: Rain)
Words: 100
A/N: You’d think I’d be able to work more than one single, solitary prompt in here. . .
oooooooooo
No-one bothered him out here.
Probably because of the rain.
And his temper.
He was grateful.
Mostly.
Solitude was good. Safe. Comfortable. Undemanding.
But. . .
Sometimes he wished. . .
Not for Ron.
Too noisy. Too blunt.
Nor Hermione.
Too many questions. Too little peace. Too much humidity for too much already-bushy hair.
Who, then?
Not fangirls.
Nor (shudder) fanboys.
No grandfatherly Headmasters. Too many platitudes, riddles and lemon sherbets.
No greasy professors. Obviously.
But. . .
A quiet step.
A soft rustle as of sitting down.
A soft hand on arm.
She always knew when to come, and brought comfort.
The storm clouds fled.
oooooooooo
A/N: This might possibly the tallest and skinniest drabble I’ve ever written. I've not assigned it a time in my timeline, because it can work in many, many places and times.
Words: 100
A/N: You’d think I’d be able to work more than one single, solitary prompt in here. . .
oooooooooo
No-one bothered him out here.
Probably because of the rain.
And his temper.
He was grateful.
Mostly.
Solitude was good. Safe. Comfortable. Undemanding.
But. . .
Sometimes he wished. . .
Not for Ron.
Too noisy. Too blunt.
Nor Hermione.
Too many questions. Too little peace. Too much humidity for too much already-bushy hair.
Who, then?
Not fangirls.
Nor (shudder) fanboys.
No grandfatherly Headmasters. Too many platitudes, riddles and lemon sherbets.
No greasy professors. Obviously.
But. . .
A quiet step.
A soft rustle as of sitting down.
A soft hand on arm.
She always knew when to come, and brought comfort.
The storm clouds fled.
oooooooooo
A/N: This might possibly the tallest and skinniest drabble I’ve ever written. I've not assigned it a time in my timeline, because it can work in many, many places and times.