epeverell: (real slytherin friends)
Title: Footloose
Character(s): Vincent Crabbe
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild offensive language
Challenge(s): Written for Slytherin100's Challenge #347, Waltz
Word count: 100

Vincent Crabbe loved to dance. When he was young, he would be caught waltzing around his bedroom to the music of Celestina Warbeck. 1,2,3... 1,2,3... He lost himself in the music, dancing with his imaginary partner.

His father was furious. Real wizards didn’t dance. Dancing was for blood traitors, for Muggles, for poufs. Real wizards expressed themselves with their wands, and their fists.

Eventually, Vincent gave up on his dreams of becoming a famous dancer. It seemed bodyguard work was better suited for him, and following Draco around was good practice. Maybe Celestina Warbeck was hiring...
epeverell: (harry lose everything)
Title: Over It
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco, of course
Challenge: Written for dracoharry100's Challenge #400 Over
Authors Notes: Harry and Draco play a Muggle board game. It goes about as well as one would expect. Written entirely in dialogue.

“I’m over it, Harry.”

“You don’t sound over it.”

“No, really, I am.”

“Uh huh.”

“At this point in my life, I should just assume you will win. You always win. At everything.”

“Even Monopoly?”

“Apparently, yes. I can’t even win Monopoly.”

“Y’know, Draco, you sound totally over it.”

“I am! You won.”

“I won. Fair and square.”

“Well, I don’t know about that, but you definitely won.”

“What’s this now?”

“It is a Muggle game. You had an advantage.”

“Right. But you’re over it.”

“I’m over it.”

“So you’ll pick up these pieces you threw all over the room?”
epeverell: (hemione blue dress)
Title: The First Horcrux
Character(s): Tom Riddle
Rating: PG
Challenge(s): Written for slytherin100's Prompt #300, Immortality
Word count: 100

Tom rifled through the pile of parchment he had scattered around the table. Notes on unicorn blood and the philosophers stone, but recently his research focused on a new discovery. Something called a horcrux. There was a frustrating lack of information in the library, even in the restricted section. Slughorn confirmed this was the answer he sought, but he still needed to figure out how.

He wondered what time it was. Most of the castle was asleep. Tom didn't sleep much these days.

He patted his small leather journal fondly. He was close to achieving immortality. He could feel it.
epeverell: (harry lose everything)
Title: For Nostalgia’s Sake
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Challenge(s): Written for dracoharry100's Prompt #335: Upside Down
Word count: 100
Author's notes: I hope they’re called monkey bars in England.

Harry could feel blood rushing to his head. His glasses were sliding off his face. A few coins fell out of his pocket.

Footsteps on the gravel behind him.

“What on earth are you doing?” a familiar voice drawled.

“I used to do this when I was a kid.”

“Hang upside down from a horizontal ladder?”

“They’re called monkey bars.”

“Why?”

“Why are they called monkey bars?”

“Why did you hang upside down?”

“Dunno. It was fun.”

“Are you having fun now?”

“No, not really.”

“You have no idea how badly I want to hex you right now.”

“Please don’t.”
epeverell: (loony lovegood)
Title: The Marriage Ceremony of the Triumph Settlers
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Challenge(s): Written for dracoharry100's Prompt #334: Ceremony
Word count: 100
Author's notes: Pure crack. Borrowed heavily from the “Our Mrs. Reynolds” episode of Firefly.

“‘The man lays a wreath upon his intended’ -- which I do recall -- ‘which represents his sovereignty.’”

“That was you?” Harry asked, gesturing toward his partner.

Draco scoffed. “As if I’d lay anything upon you on purpose. But I was pretty drunk last night…”

“And then there's a dance, with a joining of hands. The marriage ceremony of the Triumph settlers. You, sirs, are newlyweds.”

“What’s it say about divorce?” Harry asked, sounding desperate.

“These peasants don’t have any power over us,” Draco sneered.

“They do, actually. It’s a form of an unbreakable vow. So settle in boys.”
epeverell: (harry lose everything)
Title: When the Going Gets Tough
Character(s): Voldemort
Rating: PG
Challenge(s): Written for slytherin100's Prompt #299, Setback
Word count: 100
Author's notes: OMG I don’t know where this came from. Please forgive me.

So Harry Potter wasn't dead after all. He destroyed all your horcruxes, even the one you hid really cleverly in that diadem. You thought surely no one would suspect the Dark Lord of hiding part of his soul in a sparkly tiara.

Your most trusted soldier has just been murdered by a heavy-set ginger woman. Some brat in a bad Christmas sweater just cut the head off your beloved pet.

So what. This is just a setback, really. An opportunity. Next time you'll make better choices. Maybe cut the kid's head off instead of toying with him first. Next time.

Bad timing

Mar. 1st, 2014 04:51 pm
epeverell: (marauders ride again!)
This is really not a great time to develop carpal tunnel, wrist. I had no idea how much I used my right hand until it started to hurt ALL THE TIME. But! With the help of ibuprofen and wrist wraps, I've been managing pretty well. I just hope it gets better soon. I have so much to write!

This is a new journal for me, but I am by no means new to fandom. I just needed a fresh start. Too many people knew about my old journal, including one very nosy coworker. It's a lot easier to write what I want when I don't have to worry about someone printing it out and showing my boss. Y'know?

Now, I better get some writing done before it's time to start dinner...
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