Liz

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...

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.

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.”

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...