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Sorry to anyone who commented on the old entries. I thought three was too many, so rationalized.
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eilanhp. I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't seem to compress the idea any further.
Title: Tesseract
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Character(s): Percy Weasley
Words: 218
Percy receives his Christmas gift.
Tesseract
She needn't have wrapped it. Even without examining the exact dimensions of the package, he knows exactly what it contains, down to the colour of yarn. It's a blue year, like every other.
Did she colour code her children, just as she had them settled neatly in her mind: the overachiever, the wild one, the mischief-makers, Ron, who was always just Ron and the girl. He's always been the smart one. The dutiful one. He could always be trusted to make the right choices, until he made one they didn't like. He was always right, until he wasn't anymore.
He loves them.
They have no idea what he's capable of.
Fred and George making a farce of his ambition and his father that slight hint of disapproval in his eye - that so Slytherin ambition. His mother's disappointment, spun messily into their lives, a fuzzy extension of her apron strings, tying all of them tighter and tighter with every year. No matter how far Charlie and Bill run, they'll never escape her.
Percy never needed to fear his mother's disappointment. He'd never done anything to engender it, but more, he's never needed her approval.
He's worked hard and it's his, all his in a way that no Weasley has ever been able to claim.
He sneers at the package, tells the owl to take it back.
Take it all back.
Forcedarlibrarian. Three times. Three ways. Sine qua non.
Title: Sine Qua Non
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Character(s): Harry, Ron, Hermione
Words: 300
In the final battle against Voldemort, Ron saves Harry.
Sine Qua Non
He woke, face down in mud. Stampeding giants had fairly destroyed the green that morning, along with all chances of it being an organized battle.
It wasn’t clear if they knew themselves what side they were on.
“Grr. Smash, crack, snap” was likely the sum of their thought process on arriving at Hogwarts.
Like match sticks, their plans were smashed, cracked and snapped from Harry’s fists, no matter how tightly he closed them. Harry had never been good with plans. He flew.
Hands pulled him from the muck.
“What’re you doing down there, mate?” Ron’s smile was crooked, like always.
“What are we going to do?”
“Hermione-”
“There’s nothing. Nothing. Harry, you don’t understand, we were counting on the Death Eaters and Dementors but this adds a whole new dimension-”
“Oi, Hermione. Relax.”
“Relax? You utter moron. This isn’t school, Ron and if we fail… If we fail it’s all over.”
“I know it’s not school. I know- how dare you, I mean- I know it’s not school. I’m not stupid.”
“Well you’re doing a fine impersonation-”
“What are you doing besides panicking? Or sorry, an impersonation of panicking?”
“Ron-”
“No, listen. All we have to do is confuse them.”
His wand was steady. It was easy.
Like Bellatrix said, you had to want it. To like it.
Harry liked it.
Her body twitched again. It was starting to slow down, all the jerks and shudders.
Sirius. Neville’s parents. Everything.
Then he pushed and she responded beautifully.
He didn’t turn, not for the thud, thud, thud of boots on the now-dry ground and his name.
“Harry, don’t do this. Please, Harry. Don’t.”
Her eyes were open, bleeding. Funny, he’d thought she’d closed them.
“Harry! You fucking asshole, stop.”
“Avada kedavra.”
Ron was white, Malfoy pale, and trembling like Bellatrix wasn’t.
Foraldalindil. I'm not sure about this one.
Title: Topos
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Character(s): Alastor, Minerva
Words: 100
Unrequited love.
Topos
It was typical, inevitable like late winter rain – she had a way of smiling, tight and controlled, that never lied.
Alastor was never a typical man, but as men are, predictable in his desires. He turned it over in his mind, like an apologia, dedicated to her person.
It might have been her black hair, but he preferred it was her stare.
Or the gentle curve of her back, belied by her stiffness, but he’d rather it was the way she never quite cried. Tears hovered at the corners of her eyes, never falling.
He would never tell her. Typical.
For
eilanhp. I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't seem to compress the idea any further. Title: Tesseract
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Character(s): Percy Weasley
Words: 218
Percy receives his Christmas gift.
Tesseract
She needn't have wrapped it. Even without examining the exact dimensions of the package, he knows exactly what it contains, down to the colour of yarn. It's a blue year, like every other.
Did she colour code her children, just as she had them settled neatly in her mind: the overachiever, the wild one, the mischief-makers, Ron, who was always just Ron and the girl. He's always been the smart one. The dutiful one. He could always be trusted to make the right choices, until he made one they didn't like. He was always right, until he wasn't anymore.
He loves them.
They have no idea what he's capable of.
Fred and George making a farce of his ambition and his father that slight hint of disapproval in his eye - that so Slytherin ambition. His mother's disappointment, spun messily into their lives, a fuzzy extension of her apron strings, tying all of them tighter and tighter with every year. No matter how far Charlie and Bill run, they'll never escape her.
Percy never needed to fear his mother's disappointment. He'd never done anything to engender it, but more, he's never needed her approval.
He's worked hard and it's his, all his in a way that no Weasley has ever been able to claim.
He sneers at the package, tells the owl to take it back.
Take it all back.
For
cedarlibrarian. Three times. Three ways. Sine qua non.Title: Sine Qua Non
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Character(s): Harry, Ron, Hermione
Words: 300
In the final battle against Voldemort, Ron saves Harry.
Sine Qua Non
He woke, face down in mud. Stampeding giants had fairly destroyed the green that morning, along with all chances of it being an organized battle.
It wasn’t clear if they knew themselves what side they were on.
“Grr. Smash, crack, snap” was likely the sum of their thought process on arriving at Hogwarts.
Like match sticks, their plans were smashed, cracked and snapped from Harry’s fists, no matter how tightly he closed them. Harry had never been good with plans. He flew.
Hands pulled him from the muck.
“What’re you doing down there, mate?” Ron’s smile was crooked, like always.
“What are we going to do?”
“Hermione-”
“There’s nothing. Nothing. Harry, you don’t understand, we were counting on the Death Eaters and Dementors but this adds a whole new dimension-”
“Oi, Hermione. Relax.”
“Relax? You utter moron. This isn’t school, Ron and if we fail… If we fail it’s all over.”
“I know it’s not school. I know- how dare you, I mean- I know it’s not school. I’m not stupid.”
“Well you’re doing a fine impersonation-”
“What are you doing besides panicking? Or sorry, an impersonation of panicking?”
“Ron-”
“No, listen. All we have to do is confuse them.”
His wand was steady. It was easy.
Like Bellatrix said, you had to want it. To like it.
Harry liked it.
Her body twitched again. It was starting to slow down, all the jerks and shudders.
Sirius. Neville’s parents. Everything.
Then he pushed and she responded beautifully.
He didn’t turn, not for the thud, thud, thud of boots on the now-dry ground and his name.
“Harry, don’t do this. Please, Harry. Don’t.”
Her eyes were open, bleeding. Funny, he’d thought she’d closed them.
“Harry! You fucking asshole, stop.”
“Avada kedavra.”
Ron was white, Malfoy pale, and trembling like Bellatrix wasn’t.
For
aldalindil. I'm not sure about this one. Title: Topos
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Character(s): Alastor, Minerva
Words: 100
Unrequited love.
Topos
It was typical, inevitable like late winter rain – she had a way of smiling, tight and controlled, that never lied.
Alastor was never a typical man, but as men are, predictable in his desires. He turned it over in his mind, like an apologia, dedicated to her person.
It might have been her black hair, but he preferred it was her stare.
Or the gentle curve of her back, belied by her stiffness, but he’d rather it was the way she never quite cried. Tears hovered at the corners of her eyes, never falling.
He would never tell her. Typical.
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Shhh, don't tell, but
Wanting it, eh? You know, I still have that bunny on Keiko's hard drive...
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Sorry - I absolutely loved that little piece there. So v. v. well written. Wonderful job.
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Don't worry I have two Bellasex drabbles to write, so it won't all be about torture and death.
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I like a lot of the writing in "Topos," but it doesn't seem to cohere, if that makes sense.
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(I mean, it had Alastor and Minerva in it. How could it not be good?) ;)
Thank you.
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I really like 'Tesseract,' it's just so precise. How funny that Percy should be their disappointment, but it shows that none of them really understood him.
-brodie
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I also liked "Topos". The aching quality formed through descriptions of senses, of perfection and idealism through Moody's eyes, just worked well for me.