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    Ebil Gato Loco Ravenclaw
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    Weekly Drabble Challenge - Theme: Changing Seasons - Results Posted

    Your prompt this week, if you choose to accept it, is to express in first person the changing of the seasons over the course of a year and how it affects your character, his life, his personality.

    You may only use the following characters:
    1. Filius Flitwick
    2. Lisa Turpin
    3. Rubeus Hagrid
    4. Mr. Ollivander
    5. Tom, the Leaky Cauldron barkeep
    6. Rosmerta, the barmaid at The Three Broomsticks
    7. Hannah Abbot
    8. Colin Creevey
    9. Jimmy Peakes
    10. Stan Shunpike


    Again, I'm looking for some originality in the use of the prompt. Do not submit a drabble with the characters opinion on each season. Give it a plot.

    The following form must be used when submitting your drabble responses to this post -

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    Winners will be awarded 15, 10, and 5 points respectively.
    All drabbles must be less than 500 words; All standard grammar rules, and MNFF submissions guidelines apply.

    The challenge will be up for a week, and be closed exactly a week later (May 26th)

    MithrilQuill and I will be judging them and posting results a couple of days later.

    All questions should be referred to the Question Corner #3 - Do not post questions here. Only drabbles!

    New for the Weekly Challenges:Due to a major lack of quality drabbles being submitted to the weeklies, Gato Loco will require that some real thoughtful, original submissions be posted from this moment on or you'll end up like this woman here. That's your one and only warning! XD

    Other than that...have fun!

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    Heather25x
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    House: Hufflepuff
    Title: The Bare Necessities of Summer
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 494
    Authors Note: I knew i had to write this as soon as i saw Rosmerta was an option. Nice prompt

    I thought I heard the bell from the door ring, and I looked up hopefully, but it must have just been in my imagination, because the door remained shut, dust forming around the frame, letting in no light.

    It was summer Ė the worst time of year for business in the Three Broomsticks. No one comes in around this time of year. Of course, Firewhisky and Butterbeer warm you up inside so delightfully that in the winter thereís barely enough room in this place for all the customers we get. But in summer, I donít see a customer for weeks at a time. The one time someone does venture inside out of the bright, burning sun is when theyíre stopping for water on their merry way.

    And then thereís itís affect on me. Of course I canít close the place Ė what if I actually get a customer and Iím not here to serve them? So, I have to stand behind this bar, cleaning glasses that are gathering dust under the counter, watching the door, my face pale from the darkness. How much I would love to just abandon this place and run outside, soaking up that gorgeous sunlight.

    So today I decided to do that. How long had it been since Iíd had a customer in here, anyway? I left my jacket in here, threw down my cloth and ran outside, leaving a ďclosedĒ sign on the door.

    The sun felt wonderful on my skin. The sky wasnít blue Ė it was azure. And the clouds were so fluffy I just wanted to jump up there and fall asleep in them. I squinted from the brightness, having been inside for three weeks.

    Suddenly I felt like I needed to free myself, and it felt like such a waste to be covering myself up from the lovely heat. I quickly removed my shoes and let out a sigh as the cobbles of the street burned my feet delightfully. I giggled Ė something I hadnít done for a while. I began to feel excited. I wondered if I had the guts to do it.

    No one was around, I was sure of it. It was nearly closing time for all the shops anyway. Without another thought, I gave in to the adrenaline and ripped off my blouse, and let the sun beat down on me, making me sweat. It dripped down my back, making me shiver. I loved the feeling so much. I tore off my long, billowing skirt with ease, and it felt exhilarating. Instead of feeling the breeze I expected, I just felt an astounding heat hit my legs. I closed my eyes and stood there, my arms out wide lie I was about to take off. I moved my head upwards and I could see the light through my eyes. Sweat rolled down my forehead and onto my face, like tears. I embraced it, feeling amazed, like a rebellious teenager, adoring every second, until Ė

    ĎRosmerta?í

    Damn.

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    The REAL Weasley Twins
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    Title: The Photographer and His Muse
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 430
    Authors Note: A very thought-provoking prompt. Thank you!

    She is a beautiful girl. So very pretty. And she knows it.

    I will tell you this: it is not easy to find a girl quite as photogenic as Luna Lovegood. Her golden mane and piercing blue eyes. Goodness, how she glows. Yet her physical form honestly seems nothing in comparison to her photographs.

    Our affair began in the fall. Well, that is, I believe our affair began in the fall. I stalked her really. Creeping behind her like a cheetah about to prance on its prey. I captured her image in my camera almost everyday. When she stood beneath the red, brown, and orange trees, I could not help myself; I was obsessed. The cool weather made me mad with affection; I could not stop myself.

    I had almost one hundred photographs by the end of fall. Yet, the air around Hogwarts began to change. Suddenly, the leaves died, the trees became barren, and the sun rarely broke through the thick mass of gray clouds. I had lost my golden leaves that matched Luna’s hair so perfectly. Depression began to sink in as I thought that I would have to wait another year to photograph my love. But then I saw her as snowflakes landed gently on her hair, and I finally asked her, “Would you allow me to photograph you?”

    She smiled a brilliant grin and surprisingly said yes to my offer in that airy tone she has. So we began to spend time together. I shared my photographs with her and she shared her loveliness with me.

    Winter ended. But this time, the change of season did not sadden me. Instead, I felt elated. Perhaps I would be able to see the sun bounce off Luna’s blonde hair once more. Throughout spring, I continued to photograph Luna. But now, I was within the picture’s frame as well. We were spending every waking moment together. Yet my happiness was fading, and I could not say why.

    Then summer arrived. I photographed Luna only once, a tear rolling down her porcelain cheek. I had said goodbye to her, for I realized the reason of my waning joy. Though summer had the best affect on Luna’s physique, I could not keep myself from telling her that we were not meant to be. For I realized that every night I glanced at the first picture I took of Luna: her beneath the sturdy, earth-toned elm tree. Every night I was happiest during this time. I was not in love with her.

    I, Colin Creevey, am in love with a photograph.

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    guiding ray of sunlight
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    Title: Memory // Hope.
    Warnings: None.
    Word Count: 218
    Authors Note: A lovely prompt. Thank you!

    A deep breath.

    A sigh.

    Another deep breath.

    I open my eyes. The gentle breeze blows across my face, and a stand of white hair lands across my forehead. I donít bother moving it. I have no clientele this time of year Ė after all, the students have all bought their supplies already, and are off learning about the wonderful world of magic.

    I snort. Wonderful, indeed. Simply marvelous what people grow up to do with their magic. Kidnapping people. Torturing them. Being below ground so long, you forget the light of day. The feel of gentle rain, or a calm breeze. Just a blank, black nothingness. And the glow of a spell aimed directly at your heart, flown out from your own creation.

    But no longer. I have returned to my shop. Once again, I am known as the best in my trade. And now, after fall turned to winter, and now winter has retuned to spring.

    And I am free. Free to sit in the sun, and read the paper. And wait for summer, and then for fall. And wait for the children to come, and I will give them the beginning, that may turn to an end.

    But a beginning none-the-less. A tiny bud of hope. And maybe, just maybe, it will not be in vain.

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    MerryD
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    House: Hufflepuff!
    Title: Help Wanted
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 500
    Authors Note: Nice prompt! Umm... I don't think I ever came out and said this in the drabble, so I wrote about Tom, the barman at the Leaky Cauldron.

    I watched as a woman with two kids walked straight through the pub, not even pausing to glance at the list of drinks on their way to Diagon Alley. That was what usually happened at this time of year. When the flowers begin to bloom and the sun shines through the clouds, sharing some of its warmth, the number of customers in the bar dwindled down to almost zero. There were still those dedicated few, who came every week or so, but they still came less frequently and later at night.

    I let the rag I was using to clean the few dirty glasses I had, plop back into the tub of hot, soapy water. Picking up a towel, I dried the mugs and my hands. Once dry, I stored the mugs under the bar and headed to the back room to work on the accounting.

    It was wearisome, doing all this by myself. What Iíd really like is a younger witch or wizard to help me out, I thought. Maybe it was time to think about hiring. I donít know... Itís been so long since Iíve worked with anyone but myself.

    Another voice in the back of my head spoke up, You could always fire them if it didnít work out. I chuckled at that thought. It did have some merit though; if it didnít work out I could fire the extra help.

    I picked up a piece of blank parchment and a quill and quickly scrawled the words: Help Wanted. It was a little plain though; the eye could easily pass over it. Pulling out my well-loved wand, I tapped the sign, and turned it a bright grass green. Now, hanging in the window, no one would miss it.

    The response was immediate. A young man, Michael Corner was looking for a summer job. The good part was that summer was often my busiest season. People from all over came to the Leaky Cauldron while visiting London. It was your one-stop shop for the best rooms, drinks, and food around. The bad bit was that Michael had to go back to school for his seventh year. Pity too, he was a good barman.

    My sign remained in the window. I got another response: an older man, of twenty-five, John Halley. He was lazy though. I kept him for only as long as I needed too. He lasted all of the fall, helping with all the hungry and tired back-to-school shoppers.

    While John was still working for me, I found the perfect barmaid. She was bright and cheery, perfect for the upcoming holiday season. She was a hard worker and a pleasant person. I knew at once that she would be the one to replace me. On the first day of December I hired Hannah Abbot.

    While she was hanging decorations and singing holiday carols to the costumers, I walked over to the window. My bright green Help Wanted sign was no longer needed. And no longer bright green.

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    Fourth Year Ravenclaw
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    Title: Painting the Summer
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 500 - I had to truncate it, as per usual
    Author's Note: I scoured the books for ages, searching for Lisa Turpin... No mention of her, except the once! So I thought, rather than create a character to take the space of her absence, why not sculpt one to fit it? And, in case you were curious, there is a Hufflepuff boy named Summers!

    The paintings on my walls are still; unlike the ones scattered over the rest of the castle they neither move nor talk. This is because I painted them, and although I know full well the potion that could animate my subjects, I don’t use it. To me, a natural snapshot of a landscape or scenario, filled with peace and tranquillity, is much lovelier than one buzzing with a malevolent life of its own.

    The three other Ravenclaw girls that share my dorm never understood my need to fiddle around with paintbrush and palette – not since almost a year ago, when I first started, and they feigned interest in my works. That was when they first encountered my... shyness, for a lack of a more potent word, and the start of my classmates’ whispers... ‘A dumb Ravenclaw...’ ‘Mute? Fancy that!’ ‘Two sickles on a month?’ ‘You reckon she’ll last a month? Done!’

    Yet the canvases hanging above my four-poster bed document the change of three whole seasons. Three seasons of silence, of dodging glances, of trying to disappear into walls like a ghost. Three seasons where objects of nature, my only friends, flitted in and out of my life, leaving just their image recorded with clumsy brush-strokes – spiralling leaves giving way to spiralling snow, which in turn passed to make way for unfurling buds of greenery. And now, as May opens the door for June, who brings with her Summer, my art must adapt again. The days grow longer and warmer, and students desert the cold stone corridors and common rooms for the splendour outside. Contrary as ever, I avoid it and them, accepting that my unremarkable face will simply have to remain pale.

    ‘Er.... Excuse me...’ I jump at the sudden address - at the mouth of my secret nook is a boy wearing Hufflepuff attire and a goofy smile. I recognise him as from some of my classes; he’s named Damien Summers. And he’s blocking my exit – my only route out, and away from him! My eyes dart frantically for a means of escape; hidden in the shadows as I am, he doesn’t see this and continues to talk.

    ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been here before, and I’m lost... D’you know how to get to the Entrance Hall?’ His voice trails off as he registers my lack of response. ‘Wait, aren’t you that silent girl? Radish, turnip – Turpin! Lisa Turpin!’ He smiles, idiotically proud of himself, unaware of my rigid position. ‘Come on – here, I’ll give you a hand out.’

    And he extends him arm towards me and grips my elbow. He pulls me out. Terrified, I stumble forwards, but he catches me before I can fall.

    ‘Oops, sorry – you alright?’

    I glimpse his smiling eyes and gulp; true to his name, they are full of summer. I reflect that now I know what to paint; my lips move in rusty motions, and for the first time in years I hear myself speak.

    ‘Yes, thanks. Entrance Hall’s this way.’

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    Savannah Hen Slytherin
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    Title: Watching
    Warnings: none
    Word Count: 497
    Authors Note: This was partly inspired by a book I once read in which a girl dies and becomes obesessed with watching her still living family.

    There is no time here, no clocks, no watches; just existence. The only way I know how long it has been is by watching the changing seasons of my home.

    It was almost the summer when I arrived; the time of year when we would usually be unearthing the patio furniture, or begging mum to buy us ice cream in her weekly shop. This summer was different however. There was no talk of holidays or summer shopping trips. Instead there was only blackness. I saw it whenever I looked at the faces of my family. For them, summer didnít exist.

    I tried to enjoy my summer; I attempted to do, alone, all the things we once did together. However, every evening I would go to my special place and watch them. I would see their sad faces and I realised that summer would never be what it once was for any of us.

    Summer passed and I watched as the bright colours faded, along with the blackness I saw in my familyís faces. It was still there; whenever my mother passed my bedroom or Dennis accidentally set a place for me at the table or my name came up in conversation, I saw it. But it was less obvious - they were trying to move on. I watched as Dennis convinced our parents that he had to return to school and I watched my parents wave him off, fear and sadness etched clearly on their faces.

    As autumn changed to winter, I became obsessive in my need to see them, watching them for hours every day. I spent my Christmas with them, just as I always had, only this time they did not know it. It was a strange Christmas; everything looked only half there. The tree was small and there were fewer presents underneath. The dinner was less grand than usual and I couldnít help but notice the extra salt that was added to it through tears.

    Winter became spring, a time for new beginnings, though very little seemed to change for my family. I could still see the pain on my parentsí faces when they were reminded of me. More than anything I wanted them to move on, but I knew that for that to happen I had to let go and I wasnít ready for that.

    Now it is summer again and I am still watching. I realise with a start that it has been a year since I came here. I know too that I must stop. So much of me still longs to be with them that I canít allow myself to move on, but if I donít then we will all be stuck like this forever. I know what I have to do.

    I turn my back on the view of my old home and look at my new home. I am beginning to feel at peace here. After all, I may be dead but that shouldnít stop me from living.

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  8. #8
    Azhure
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    House: Ravenclaw
    Title: The Joys of Quidditch
    Warnings: None.
    Word Count: 462 words.
    Authors Note: I hope you don't mind that I divided the story into the four seasons. Also, I'm not sure if it's exactly canon, but the story's set in HBP.

    Summer

    “Nice hit, Jimmy!” That’s my brother, David. He’s going to Hogwarts this coming term, and he has been bugging me into training with him all summer. David wants to be a Beater, just like me. I don’t think he can manage it, though. He can barely even hold up the bat!

    The warm sun shines and the soft breeze smooths over my hair, I swoop down on my broomstick and whack the Bludger towards my brother.

    A sickening crack sounds through the small paddock. Racing towards my brother, my heart sours, this is the way life should be. Flying all day in the sunlight, not a care in the world, well…except for David.

    “I dink I hab a brokenb dose.”

    Great, just what I need…

    Autumn


    It’s the first match of the Quidditch season. I still can’t believe I made it onto the Gryffindor team and I was on the team last year!

    The weather is starting to get colder, I hate the cold. It almost makes Quidditch unpleasant, almost.

    Gryffindor are in front, of course, and I have saved my teammates many times from the Bludgers.

    A cold gust of wind blows into my face and I shiver, as long as it doesn’t rain it’ll be ok…

    Winter

    Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Usually I would be jumping with joy at the thought of defeating those snakes again, but I’m sick. Madam Pomfrey gave me a Pepper-Up Potion; that really should be enough to please her. But no, I have to stay in the Hospital Wing. My team needs me, they’re going to lose without me, I’m sure of it.

    “Now, Mr. Peakes, you may leave.” I sigh, the match is probably over already and the Gryffindors will be picking up what’s left of their pride and running back to the common room without me.

    It’s going to be hell. I leave the Hospital Wing with a heavy heart.

    Spring

    This is it, the final match of the season. It’s Gryffindor versus Slytherin again. But this time, I can play.

    Gryffindor is in the lead, if only Ginny could catch the Snitch. Wait, what’s that? She’s seen it! I sit on tenterhooks, watching Ginny and the Slytherin Seeker hurtle after the walnut-sized ball.

    She’s got it! Ginny just swerved in front of the opposition seeker and she got it! I zoom down towards my teammates, cheering. We engulf each other into a group hug and I hear Ron Weasley saying that he can’t wait to tell Harry.

    It is a mass of screaming chaos, and I love it! This is where I belong.

    As we all head back to the common room, I can’t help but think that Gryffindor truly is the best Quidditch team at Hogwarts, and I’m part of it!
    ~~Azhure~~

  9. #9
    botheringsnape
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    Name: Ashley/botheringsnape
    House: Slytherin
    Title: Summer Again
    Warnings: Character death
    Word Count: 492
    Authors Note: I chose Prof. Flitwick... The character that dies is not canon, and is also not given a name in this drabble.

    It is summer again. The castle is empty. My footsteps echo in the corridors, and dust gathers on studentsí desks. House elves keep themselves busy; I can hear their scuffling from a distance as they busily clean what no one will see until September. Rarely do I spot another professor; most go home to their families. Those who stay do not roam the castle; they spend the summer planning for the school year in their offices.

    I find myself revisiting memories that I promised myself never to bring to the front of my mind. My daughterís smiling face, flushed pink with sun, bent toward the ground in concentration. Her beautiful garden that she constantly worked so hard on, blossoming with color and beauty. Her beautiful laugh as she playfully teases a garden gnome. A sudden explosion; a flash of green light. Her face showing the ghost of her last laugh as she falls to the ground, gone forever.

    Autumn arrives. Students, excited to be surrounded by friends again, share stories of their summer adventures. I have a purpose again; I give all my knowledge to the students. I feel cheerful, surrounded by young students and my own peers. I make myself busy; I devote myself to my work. The weather gets chillier as Christmas season approaches.

    As winter arrives, I decorate the schoolís Christmas trees. The intricate, beautiful ornaments glitter with candlelight; they make the trees elegant and beauteous. My choir roams the castle, singing wonderful carols, brightening the mood of the castle. The owlery is busy this time of year. Students are busy sending their owls off to deliver handmade Christmas cards to their families; families and friends send parcels with gifts and holiday wishes to the students. The castle is brimming with holiday cheer. By far, this is my most favorite time of the year. I canít help but join in the joy and laughter. Even when classes restart, the spirit remains.

    Along with spring arrives a collective realization of the students: exams are near. The library becomes the most popular place in the castle. Students trying to catch up on their lessons rush to memorize the charms for my class; I warned them not to let themselves fall behind. The sun shows itself, melting the remains of the last snow. Flowers bloom with brilliant color and the grass turns green again. The crisp spring air refreshes my mind.

    Yet amidst this beauty, I canít help but dread the summer to come. The summer is a black hole, waiting to suck me up and leave me without a purpose, without happiness. Exams come and go for the students. They pack their trunks as they prepare to return home after a long year of studies. I do not have anything to pack, anywhere to go. As the students depart on the train, I brace myself for the excruciating visions to come, the visions that appear when my mind is left dangerously empty. Summer again.

  10. #10
    Gonz
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    Name: Gonz
    House: Hufflepuff
    Title: Another Season
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 288
    Authors Note: I have only this to say, "Nitiwt, bludder, oddment, tweak."

    I used to hate the sun. My comfort was found among the dust and darkness of my shop. Now, as I lay shivering in my cold dark prison I find myself yearning for the sun’s warm gaze. I know she’s out there, somewhere, shining her rays on everyone but me. To see the sun again, that is my wish; a longing which I fear will never come to pass.

    A Death Eater walks in; a dried brown leaf is stuck to the bottom of his shoe. A little dead leaf, the only clue I have to the passing of time. I’ve been here so long, I wonder if anyone even misses me…

    “CRUCIO!”

    They begin it again: the torture, the questions, the orders. Screams fall from my mouth like leaves from a tree. I’m losing myself. Each time I give them what they want a little bit faster. Soon, they won’t need their wands…

    I’m dying.

    It’s so cold. I should curl myself up into a ball for warmth, but my tortured body won’t even allow me to make that motion. So I just lie here and wait; I wait for my death.

    There is nothing else left to wait for.

    A spurt of green rouses me from my nothingness. I blink my eyes in surprise; nothing can live in this place, it’s already killed me. The bit of green moves slightly, daring me to keep watching it. I slowly begin to be amazed as I realise how this fragile little plant pushed its way through cracks of solid stone. How weak I am to want to die when this plant is stubborn enough to find a way to live?

    Perhaps, I will live for another day…another season.

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