Sunshine lollipops and
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Today's Prompts:
★ Slytherins
★ Big & Rich’s Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) (lyrics here)
★ "The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do." ~ Walter Bagehot
Next Week's Prompts: (use one, some, or all!)
★ TGIS (Thank God It’s Sunday)
★ The Easybeats’ Friday On My Mind (lyrics here)
★ "Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them." ~John Shirley
Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy (G) by medicatedxlives
Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy (PG) by loonynamelass
Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy (G) by sarahyyy
Oliver Wood (G) by pyrobear
Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley (G) by numbaby
Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy (G) by medicatedxlives
Word Count: 495
He could not remember the first time he saw her. He had probably been young. She would have been even younger.
Their parents were not close, though they were part of the same social circle. He remembers seeing her at all of the big elaborate parties he was forced to attend. Kids would always be stuck together. Forced to socialize. Forced to make friends. He guessed it was at one of these that they had first seen each other.
Even if he does not remember the first time he saw her, he does remember the first time he really saw her.
He was at The Leaky Cauldron at the time. The night was slow. This suited him just fine. He did not enjoy big crowds. He sat at the bar alone, pouring bottle after bottle of firewhiskey down his throat. His drinking had gone up dramatically after the war. He didn't know any other way to suppress his memories of the last couple of years.
As he was about to start his fourth bottle, a couple walked into the bar. He recognized the pair immediately. The two were sisters, the older being his own age. Both Slytherins. Both part of that social circle he had despised.
He couldn't help but keep his eyes on them. No, not on them, on her. He had never really noticed her before. She was younger than him, and therefore he never really found a reason to interact with her.
But now, she was all he saw. He was entranced by her movements which were so smooth, so light. He was captivated by the way her long dark hair fell in waves down her back. He wanted to know how the strands would feel running between his fingers - are they really as soft as they look? Then there were her beautiful grey eyes. They were not like his own cold, steely ones which even he could tell lacked life. They were dark, the color of storm clouds and they were full of laughter and joy and a youthfulness that was rare in those who had to live through the war.
Before he had realized it, he was standing up. And just as suddenly his feet were carrying him towards the table were the sisters had settled in. He was being pulled towards her by some unknown force. His breathing was uneven, and his heart beat fast as he stumbled past outlying chairs and tables. He didn't know if his sudden lack of equilibrium was because of the firewhiskey or the sudden intoxication of seeing her. He still to this day does not know which it was.
"Daphne, Astoria." He loved the way her name rolled off his tongue.
"Draco."
"Do you mind if I join you for a couple of drinks?" He looked straight at Astoria, trying very hard not to slur his words together. She was even more striking up close.
"No, take a seat."
And he did.
Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy (PG) by loonynamelass
Word Count: 500
Notes: The first three episodes are one year apart. It’s all chronological, with the exception of the very end, which could happen directly after the third.
Not all Slytherins are bigoted Voldemort sympathizers, despite Gryffindors’ claims. Only the conspicuous ones, who probably estimated that attention would garner more power in the end.
Great minds don’t think alike. Fools think alike; they scarcely think at all. But with great minds or minds that are partly great, that wisdom and greatness manifests itself diversely. It was possible for a Death Eater to be very much as Slytherin as an apathetic witness.
There are many explanations for this phenomenon which few notice, two of which are of import at this moment:
First- Personalities hardly solidify at eleven, nor at seventeen, when your colors are meant to be shed in favor of unity (though some, usually Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors, ignore this intention). Couples wedding in their twenties are sometimes led to state their individual variations of the oft moaned, "Where’s the person I married?"
Last: Your house’s traits are merely those that are predominant; everything is too vast a concept for anyone to grasp.
At the same time, understanding non-Slytherins is akin to attempting to decipher the motives of extraterrestrial lifeforms.
Astoria measured her MS essay (Respond to: "Prejudice" to lead into our discussion tomorrow) one final time- yes! Last fourth inch finished- before rolling up the parchment and heading to bed.
~?~
Draco sighed at the mirror, rubbing the bags under his eyes in an attempt to make them go away. He was sleeping badly- the taunts of the crowd, the humiliation… all the nightmarish sequences from life slipped into his usually nonexistent dreams. If he were a better Slytherin, he wouldn’t always lose to Potter.
Oh, he was some kind of Slytherin- he had ambition. It drove him, like his namesake the dragon, rearing hot in his chest. Potter will regret the day he made an enemy of Draco Malfoy. Severus Snape will be nothing when I’m through. I’ll show them all what I can be!
But when brought to the test, he conspicuously lacked the cunning to achieve his ends. The rest were always one step ahead.
He had what it took, though. He knew it. He’d crack the case today- it’d all be over, he’d be Voldemort’s second in command, the new order would respect him and the old that had so scorned him would openly fear.
~?~
In Astoria’s seventh year, she became aware that Malfoy liked her. He made an unusual amount of visits, considering that the only ‘underclassman’ he bothered to remember or associate with was her. This revelation disturbed but intrigued her; psychology had always been her hobby.
He’s no alien; he must have reasons…
St. Mungo’s and Wizengamot had given up psychoanalysis- but, then, that was the prejudice all over again.
~?~
"Definitely your son- look at that triangle mug!"
"All babies have cone heads," Draco scowled.
~?~
Draco nodded respectfully at his once archenemy; Astoria squeezed his hand. Scorpius ignored them- it’s his turn for grow wings.
~?~
Another fight’s conclusion- "This can’t work; we’ve nothing in common!"
"We’re Slytherins," she answered ponderously, "That’s enough."
Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy (G) by sarahyyy
Word Count: 100
"You won’t be able to do it," she drawled with a sigh, "I would hate for you to waste your time."
When she turned towards him, an indignant look graced his face and she could see fumes coming out from his ears. He’d already made up his mind, even as warning bells rang in his head.
"Really, Score," she murmured, "You can’t do it. Go back and catch some sleep. I can manage on my own."
His eyes narrowed. "Swimming in the lake with the Merpeople? Peanuts, Rose. I’ll meet you there."
She smirked.
Prideful Slytherins were just so predictable.
Oliver Wood (G) by pyrobear
Word Count: 100
Scrappy Oliver Wood coming up behind all his brothers and cousins. He was only allowed to play keeper because nobody else wanted to. Cousin Callum had a wicked throw.
They said he couldn't get onto the House team as a second year, but they were wrong. Got captaincy in fifth year, too.
When he chose little second year Katie Bell to fill out his chaser line, they laughed. How could Gryffindor win now? Harry Potter had been the final nail in his coffin.
But Oliver had shown them, hadn't he? And he had a damn good time doing it too.
Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley (G) by numbaby
Word Count: 101
Notes: Some concepts borrowed from John Donne’s The Sun Rising. Because he’s brilliant and I’M IN LOVE WITH HIM.
Ginny rather likes it when her hair falls in her eyes. It gives her a rose tinted view of the world, you see, when sunlight filters in through titian strands. She blinks, brown eyes finding Draco’s grey through the screen of her hair. It’s a refuge almost; when she looks at him now he’s simply her’s, not an enemy or a suspect, but a man with hands and heart. She reaches out, brushing light fingers along the bare, pale skin of his side. In rose, she is content. All the world is their bed; the sun needs only to warm them.
★ Prompt suggestions like blankets, should be shared! If you’ve got an inspirational idea you want to toss our way, we accept carrier pigeons and emails to lazysundaydrabs@gmail.com You’re also welcome comment to any post with suggestions, logged in or anonymously.
Today's Prompts:
★ Slytherins
★ Big & Rich’s Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) (lyrics here)
★ "The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do." ~ Walter Bagehot
Next Week's Prompts: (use one, some, or all!)
★ TGIS (Thank God It’s Sunday)
★ The Easybeats’ Friday On My Mind (lyrics here)
★ "Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them." ~John Shirley
Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy (G) by medicatedxlives
Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy (PG) by loonynamelass
Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy (G) by sarahyyy
Oliver Wood (G) by pyrobear
Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley (G) by numbaby
Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy (G) by medicatedxlives
Word Count: 495
He could not remember the first time he saw her. He had probably been young. She would have been even younger.
Their parents were not close, though they were part of the same social circle. He remembers seeing her at all of the big elaborate parties he was forced to attend. Kids would always be stuck together. Forced to socialize. Forced to make friends. He guessed it was at one of these that they had first seen each other.
Even if he does not remember the first time he saw her, he does remember the first time he really saw her.
He was at The Leaky Cauldron at the time. The night was slow. This suited him just fine. He did not enjoy big crowds. He sat at the bar alone, pouring bottle after bottle of firewhiskey down his throat. His drinking had gone up dramatically after the war. He didn't know any other way to suppress his memories of the last couple of years.
As he was about to start his fourth bottle, a couple walked into the bar. He recognized the pair immediately. The two were sisters, the older being his own age. Both Slytherins. Both part of that social circle he had despised.
He couldn't help but keep his eyes on them. No, not on them, on her. He had never really noticed her before. She was younger than him, and therefore he never really found a reason to interact with her.
But now, she was all he saw. He was entranced by her movements which were so smooth, so light. He was captivated by the way her long dark hair fell in waves down her back. He wanted to know how the strands would feel running between his fingers - are they really as soft as they look? Then there were her beautiful grey eyes. They were not like his own cold, steely ones which even he could tell lacked life. They were dark, the color of storm clouds and they were full of laughter and joy and a youthfulness that was rare in those who had to live through the war.
Before he had realized it, he was standing up. And just as suddenly his feet were carrying him towards the table were the sisters had settled in. He was being pulled towards her by some unknown force. His breathing was uneven, and his heart beat fast as he stumbled past outlying chairs and tables. He didn't know if his sudden lack of equilibrium was because of the firewhiskey or the sudden intoxication of seeing her. He still to this day does not know which it was.
"Daphne, Astoria." He loved the way her name rolled off his tongue.
"Draco."
"Do you mind if I join you for a couple of drinks?" He looked straight at Astoria, trying very hard not to slur his words together. She was even more striking up close.
"No, take a seat."
And he did.
Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy (PG) by loonynamelass
Word Count: 500
Notes: The first three episodes are one year apart. It’s all chronological, with the exception of the very end, which could happen directly after the third.
Not all Slytherins are bigoted Voldemort sympathizers, despite Gryffindors’ claims. Only the conspicuous ones, who probably estimated that attention would garner more power in the end.
Great minds don’t think alike. Fools think alike; they scarcely think at all. But with great minds or minds that are partly great, that wisdom and greatness manifests itself diversely. It was possible for a Death Eater to be very much as Slytherin as an apathetic witness.
There are many explanations for this phenomenon which few notice, two of which are of import at this moment:
First- Personalities hardly solidify at eleven, nor at seventeen, when your colors are meant to be shed in favor of unity (though some, usually Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors, ignore this intention). Couples wedding in their twenties are sometimes led to state their individual variations of the oft moaned, "Where’s the person I married?"
Last: Your house’s traits are merely those that are predominant; everything is too vast a concept for anyone to grasp.
At the same time, understanding non-Slytherins is akin to attempting to decipher the motives of extraterrestrial lifeforms.
Astoria measured her MS essay (Respond to: "Prejudice" to lead into our discussion tomorrow) one final time- yes! Last fourth inch finished- before rolling up the parchment and heading to bed.
~?~
Draco sighed at the mirror, rubbing the bags under his eyes in an attempt to make them go away. He was sleeping badly- the taunts of the crowd, the humiliation… all the nightmarish sequences from life slipped into his usually nonexistent dreams. If he were a better Slytherin, he wouldn’t always lose to Potter.
Oh, he was some kind of Slytherin- he had ambition. It drove him, like his namesake the dragon, rearing hot in his chest. Potter will regret the day he made an enemy of Draco Malfoy. Severus Snape will be nothing when I’m through. I’ll show them all what I can be!
But when brought to the test, he conspicuously lacked the cunning to achieve his ends. The rest were always one step ahead.
He had what it took, though. He knew it. He’d crack the case today- it’d all be over, he’d be Voldemort’s second in command, the new order would respect him and the old that had so scorned him would openly fear.
~?~
In Astoria’s seventh year, she became aware that Malfoy liked her. He made an unusual amount of visits, considering that the only ‘underclassman’ he bothered to remember or associate with was her. This revelation disturbed but intrigued her; psychology had always been her hobby.
He’s no alien; he must have reasons…
St. Mungo’s and Wizengamot had given up psychoanalysis- but, then, that was the prejudice all over again.
~?~
"Definitely your son- look at that triangle mug!"
"All babies have cone heads," Draco scowled.
~?~
Draco nodded respectfully at his once archenemy; Astoria squeezed his hand. Scorpius ignored them- it’s his turn for grow wings.
~?~
Another fight’s conclusion- "This can’t work; we’ve nothing in common!"
"We’re Slytherins," she answered ponderously, "That’s enough."
Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy (G) by sarahyyy
Word Count: 100
"You won’t be able to do it," she drawled with a sigh, "I would hate for you to waste your time."
When she turned towards him, an indignant look graced his face and she could see fumes coming out from his ears. He’d already made up his mind, even as warning bells rang in his head.
"Really, Score," she murmured, "You can’t do it. Go back and catch some sleep. I can manage on my own."
His eyes narrowed. "Swimming in the lake with the Merpeople? Peanuts, Rose. I’ll meet you there."
She smirked.
Prideful Slytherins were just so predictable.
Oliver Wood (G) by pyrobear
Word Count: 100
Scrappy Oliver Wood coming up behind all his brothers and cousins. He was only allowed to play keeper because nobody else wanted to. Cousin Callum had a wicked throw.
They said he couldn't get onto the House team as a second year, but they were wrong. Got captaincy in fifth year, too.
When he chose little second year Katie Bell to fill out his chaser line, they laughed. How could Gryffindor win now? Harry Potter had been the final nail in his coffin.
But Oliver had shown them, hadn't he? And he had a damn good time doing it too.
Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley (G) by numbaby
Word Count: 101
Notes: Some concepts borrowed from John Donne’s The Sun Rising. Because he’s brilliant and I’M IN LOVE WITH HIM.
Ginny rather likes it when her hair falls in her eyes. It gives her a rose tinted view of the world, you see, when sunlight filters in through titian strands. She blinks, brown eyes finding Draco’s grey through the screen of her hair. It’s a refuge almost; when she looks at him now he’s simply her’s, not an enemy or a suspect, but a man with hands and heart. She reaches out, brushing light fingers along the bare, pale skin of his side. In rose, she is content. All the world is their bed; the sun needs only to warm them.
★ Prompt suggestions like blankets, should be shared! If you’ve got an inspirational idea you want to toss our way, we accept carrier pigeons and emails to lazysundaydrabs@gmail.com You’re also welcome comment to any post with suggestions, logged in or anonymously.