drabbling for the Cat
Two drabbles for mctabby's celebration. There seems to be a standard drabbling style, which involves, among other things, present tense. I felt myself falling into it, which was rather odd.
For alchemine
Topic: Young Dumbledore tries to influence his N.E.W.T. results by having sex with Prof. Marchbanks
Word count: 100
Rating: PG-13
She sits cross-legged in the air, so she’ll be tall enough to meet his eyes. “You made a Lucifer match into a phoenix,” she tells him. “Are you sure you want to bother with a few trivial charms?”
“Yes. You see, I need to fail.”
“But-- You’re the most brilliant I’ve seen in five years! You could do anything!” She knows she is babbling. He is much too young.
“If I do too well, I’ll have to be an Auror. I’d rather teach.”
“There are other qualifications for an Auror. Recommendations. Moral qualifications.”
“Moral--?” His wand swells at the tip.
***
For villainy
Topic: earmuffs
Rating: PG-13, because that sounds cooler
Words: 100
Fred and George do not send an official wedding present, but there is an unlabelled silver box containing black fur earmuffs. Hermione stuffs the gift in a trunk with her other winter things, and does not write anyone a thank-you note.
The inevitable fight comes in December. Hermione storms into the snow, grabbing scarf, earmuffs, mismatched gloves. She yells at the air as she walks.
A warm tongue licks her right earlobe.
Hermione stops in the middle of a snowdrift. “Don’t you dare!” she shouts.
“Very well, then,” says the left-hand muff. “Let me tell you about a business opportunity . . .”
For alchemine
Topic: Young Dumbledore tries to influence his N.E.W.T. results by having sex with Prof. Marchbanks
Word count: 100
Rating: PG-13
She sits cross-legged in the air, so she’ll be tall enough to meet his eyes. “You made a Lucifer match into a phoenix,” she tells him. “Are you sure you want to bother with a few trivial charms?”
“Yes. You see, I need to fail.”
“But-- You’re the most brilliant I’ve seen in five years! You could do anything!” She knows she is babbling. He is much too young.
“If I do too well, I’ll have to be an Auror. I’d rather teach.”
“There are other qualifications for an Auror. Recommendations. Moral qualifications.”
“Moral--?” His wand swells at the tip.
***
For villainy
Topic: earmuffs
Rating: PG-13, because that sounds cooler
Words: 100
Fred and George do not send an official wedding present, but there is an unlabelled silver box containing black fur earmuffs. Hermione stuffs the gift in a trunk with her other winter things, and does not write anyone a thank-you note.
The inevitable fight comes in December. Hermione storms into the snow, grabbing scarf, earmuffs, mismatched gloves. She yells at the air as she walks.
A warm tongue licks her right earlobe.
Hermione stops in the middle of a snowdrift. “Don’t you dare!” she shouts.
“Very well, then,” says the left-hand muff. “Let me tell you about a business opportunity . . .”