drabbles, Harry Potter
Jul. 22nd, 2006 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Yesterday we had a drabble writing challenge in loyal badger. I recieved five prompts, and finished four of them by the deadline. And some part of me is wondering how I managed to turn two separate prompts about the Weasley twins into something bittersweet.
Title: Babies
Prompt: Molly/Arthur, summer, babies, rainstorm
No matter how old they are, they’re still my babies, and they always will be.
Summers are different now for Arthur and I, much quieter. They’ve all moved out, grown past living at home. In some ways, I enjoyed the privacy, because Arthur and I grow closer without the constant worry and distractions of the children.
But then there are the nights like this one, where amidst the angry tumult of the rain against the roof, I hear a knock at the door and see the tearstained face of my long-estranged child as he comes home.
He’s still my baby.
Title: Quiet
Prompt: The Weasley twins, their first night sleeping above their shop.
The wind rattled at the shutters. The silence was like a heavy quilt around Fred’s head, stifling and thick. The only sound that cut through the night was George’s wheezing breath. He’d never realized what it was to know quiet. There had always been noise and life around him, either at home where every creak and groan as the house settled was known, or at school in the dorms, wrapped in a chorus of nighttime snores from the other boys in the dorm.
The silence pressed in again, and Fred was terribly homesick for the first time in his life.
Title: Birthday Cake
Prompt: Weasley twins, birthday cake, T-Rex
The worst thing about being a twin, George thought, was that you only got one cake between the both of you. Admittedly, this year their mother had gone all out because she was happier now that the war was over. (And what exactly was war, he wondered. Was it something to do with the reason his uncles never visited anymore?) Their seventh birthday cake was an enchanted red T-Rex that roared as she cut it to pieces.
But it was still the principle of the matter. Clearly, he and Fred would have to do something about this, after they’d eaten.
Title: Dusk
Prompt: Blaise Zambini and Pansy together at dusk
Their friendship was an oddity. It had started this way in their first year, each sitting down at the lake to watch the sun set over the water. They had ignored each other for months before making the initial overtures. Over the years it had matured from an uneasy alliance into an abiding friendship that no one else ever saw.
And now, as the world fell apart around them, in this moment as the day lingered for an extra breath before surrendering into night, they felt that this pocket of quiet was the only sanity left for either of them.
Title: Babies
Prompt: Molly/Arthur, summer, babies, rainstorm
No matter how old they are, they’re still my babies, and they always will be.
Summers are different now for Arthur and I, much quieter. They’ve all moved out, grown past living at home. In some ways, I enjoyed the privacy, because Arthur and I grow closer without the constant worry and distractions of the children.
But then there are the nights like this one, where amidst the angry tumult of the rain against the roof, I hear a knock at the door and see the tearstained face of my long-estranged child as he comes home.
He’s still my baby.
Title: Quiet
Prompt: The Weasley twins, their first night sleeping above their shop.
The wind rattled at the shutters. The silence was like a heavy quilt around Fred’s head, stifling and thick. The only sound that cut through the night was George’s wheezing breath. He’d never realized what it was to know quiet. There had always been noise and life around him, either at home where every creak and groan as the house settled was known, or at school in the dorms, wrapped in a chorus of nighttime snores from the other boys in the dorm.
The silence pressed in again, and Fred was terribly homesick for the first time in his life.
Title: Birthday Cake
Prompt: Weasley twins, birthday cake, T-Rex
The worst thing about being a twin, George thought, was that you only got one cake between the both of you. Admittedly, this year their mother had gone all out because she was happier now that the war was over. (And what exactly was war, he wondered. Was it something to do with the reason his uncles never visited anymore?) Their seventh birthday cake was an enchanted red T-Rex that roared as she cut it to pieces.
But it was still the principle of the matter. Clearly, he and Fred would have to do something about this, after they’d eaten.
Title: Dusk
Prompt: Blaise Zambini and Pansy together at dusk
Their friendship was an oddity. It had started this way in their first year, each sitting down at the lake to watch the sun set over the water. They had ignored each other for months before making the initial overtures. Over the years it had matured from an uneasy alliance into an abiding friendship that no one else ever saw.
And now, as the world fell apart around them, in this moment as the day lingered for an extra breath before surrendering into night, they felt that this pocket of quiet was the only sanity left for either of them.