DIABOLICAL DECEMBER—A DRABBLER'S DREAM ~ 100 WORDS—NO MORE, NO LESS. Day 22—MERGED

Your Day 21 prompt is... (because this barmaid has just been in one)

EDIT: I have to leave this in because it makes me LOL. I haven't literally been in a Yule Log, but one has been in me ...

Yule Log

Yule logs, in this competition, are a type of cake eaten at Christmas. Although there are many variations, they are basically a swiss roll covered in chocolate butter icing (frosting) and decorated to look as if it has been snowing, or whatever.


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Madam Carmerta and Madam Russia xxxxx

Name: ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor
House: Ravenclaw
Title: The Devils’ Food
Ratings/Warnings: 1st/2nd Years—None
A/N: I imagine Draco is a bit bigoted toward food. >.>


“Mother, what is this…brown, dusty-looking thing supposed to be?” Draco asked as he poked the mysterious dish on the dessert table.

“It’s a yule log, darling. They’re a Muggle Christmas thing.”

Draco grumbled, “It’s bad enough we had to invite a flock of Mudbloods to our party to keep face, but do we really have to eat their disgusting food, too?”

Narcissa sighed. “Please, just pretend to like it. You have to eat at least one Muggle thing.”

Draco tentatively put a slice on his plate. Cutting off a piece with his fork, he ate it. It was…it was ecstasy.

Your Day 23 prompt is...

Frost

Pssssst - this doesn't have to be physical/ literal frost ....


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Madam Carmerta and Madam Russia xxxxx

Name: Lily
House: You know me, Carole (aka Hufflepuff)
R/W: Implied Violence?
Title: As She Walks
A/N: Me? On a Rita kick? No...


The night was cold, frosty. Rita Skeeter walked slowly down the path. Someone stopped in her way.

Rita thought of speaking all of a sudden, but decided not to. The look on the man’s face was imperceptible. Yet he was that man. Rita knew his intentions.

He was frosty. That was the only way Rita could describe who he was. She’d thought about meeting him, but then what would she do?

He smiled slightly, then took out his wand, a flash of green light.

The night was cold, frosty. Rita Skeeter walked down the path. Voldemort stopped in her way…

Name: Joy
House: Ravenclaw!
Ratings/Warnings: 1st-2nd Years/None
Title: Wintry Drawings
A/N: Every little plot I came up with easily exceeded the word limit. Oh, well, this was the best of the ones that didn't.

Molly Weasley loved the winter. She loved a warm, cozy house almost as much.

Most of all, she looked forward to her kids’ drawings in the window frost.

When Bill and Charlie were little, they had contests to see who could draw the best creature on the window.

Percy usually took the time to practice writing his name.

Fred and George, Molly learned, had to be watched, or else obscene images would mysteriously appear.

Ron would draw anything and everything Quidditch.

Ginny’s drawings were Molly’s favourites. Shaky handwriting, backwards from the inside and nine stick figures below, read:

Family

Name: Alex
House: Gryff
Ratings/Warnings: 1st-2nd Years/None
Title: Frost


Godric stared at her, incomprehension lining every feature. She sighed, beginning to gesticulate wildly, words flowing from her mouth, like the glorious red hair flowing from her head.

Her voice was competing with his memory of Salazar, saying it could never work between her and Godric, because he was a wizard and she Muggle.

“Why not?” Godric shouted.

“Because of the frost,” she said, gesturing to the fingers of ice creeping across the window. “Because you do not understand what it is to be cold, to be hungry, to not have magic at the tips of your fingers. That’s why.”

Name: Ariana/lucca4
House: Gryffindor
Title: Heart of Ice
Ratings/Warnings: 3rd-5th years; slash and mild sexual situations implied.

“You were engaged to Theo once too, weren’t you?” Daphne asked, twirling her own engagement ring around her finger as she sat up in bed.

“Yes,” Susan replied shortly.

“Was your diamond as big?”

Susan knew she meant no harm by the question. Daphne was smiling warmly, and her eyes swam with possibilities.

But Susan didn’t empathise anymore. The pain in her heart had frosted over with a strong desire to hurt.

“Mine was twice as big. I still have it.”

Daphne only hummed and kissed Susan’s shoulder, but Susan could see the pain in her eyes.

It felt delicious.

Name: Cheshlin/Cyns
House: Slytherin
Title: Alone
Ratings/Warnings: 1st and 2nd Years/ None

Remus looked out at the snowy ground, and felt as if the frost on the window was also covering his heart. How could he let Dora and his child live the life associated with Lycanthropy?

All his adult life was colored by being an outcast. The only time he had felt acceptance in his entire life was with the Marauders, and now he was the only true one left. Peter had broken the Marauder code when he betrayed James.

Was Harry right, would James be ashamed of him?

Slowly the frost covering his heart melted. He had to go home.

Name: ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor
House: Ravenclaw
Title: Tears for Bygones
Ratings/Warnings: 1st/2nd Years—None
A/N: Well, if you need explanation of the frost, it is *supposed* to be illustrated by Lily giving the cold shoulder when she was in pain. And her parents’ passing is definitely pain-inflicting. :/


“I told you I didn’t want to talk to you,” Lily said icily. “What part of ‘leave me alone’ didn’t you understand?”

“Lily, this is more than that! None of that matters compared to this!” The plea in Severus’s voice was almost tangible. “Lily, please…”

“Shut up!” she cried. “Just leave me alone!” Not waiting for him to renew his efforts, Lily bolted up the steps toward an unoccupied corridor. When she was alone, she sank to the floor, the chill making the oncoming tears burn on her cheeks. Tears for bygone days, tears for her parents, tears of grief.

So so so - not late (eeeeep, sorry)

Your Day 24 prompt is...

Christmas Stockings

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Madam Carmerta and Madam Russia xxxxx