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    Ebil Gato Loco Ravenclaw
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    Bi-Weekly Drabble Challenge - Theme: Summer - Results!

    Your prompt/challenge for the next two weeks is as follows:

    The HP books tend to glaze over summer months but so much happens in the background every time! For this two week challenge, you are to write a summer event that takes place on the summer solstice [June 20th].

    Do wizards have groovy barbecue parties too? Do they go to the beach and splash around? Have they even learned to blend in with Muggles? Do they go on holiday? Do their kids go to summer school? Do wizard children go to wizard summer camp? The possibilities are endless, really.

    Sound easy? It always does.

    Here's your restrictions:

    1. It must be written in 2nd person
    2. No weddings, births, deaths, or rituals of any kind.
    3. Flangst and Whangst need not make apperances.
    4. Crack! can stay on the side as well.

    Remember I'm looking for originality.

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

    PHP Code:
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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 (June 22nd)

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


    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!

    ~Gato Loco~

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  2. #2
    Squib Kitten

    How Ironic...

    Name: Squib Kitten/Elaina
    House: Ravenclaw
    Title: Bella's Holiday
    Warnings: Mention of gruesome deaths in battle
    Word Count: 499
    Authors Note: Yay! I'm the first one to submit a story. The idea of a lovely summer day and Bella hating it was too good to pass up. I hope you guys like it. It was hard, doing it in second person.

    You sit in the middle of a large field, the lovely pastel colors of many wildflowers waving around you. Cissy giggles and beckons to Andromeda, who chuckles a reply. They are making daisy chains and adorning each other with pretty flowers. You aren’t. For one, you are older than they are, and wiser. Daisy chains are childish, and they don’t go well with your dark tresses curling elegantly over your shoulders. You never indulge in such play, now that you are out of school.

    You do like this place, but not because of the flowers. What snags your fancy is the history of this ground. Cissy interrupts your reverie with a call, “Bella! Come here! We found some blood-red flowers that will go with your hair. Come, try them.” Andromeda holds out a chain with the scarlet flowers. You go over to them, but not to humor them by wearing their flowers. This day does not go well with your dark mood.

    You hear the words coming out of your mouth, but can’t stop them, “Those flowers aren’t the only thing that is blood-red about this field, girls.” You can’t help it; someone should share your dark mood. Mother will punish you for scaring your sisters in the middle of the holidays, but you don’t care, much. “This is a battle plain. Muggles and wizards both have bled to death in the very place you are sitting, Narcissa. I can almost hear their dying moans; almost see their entrails strewn across your precious flowers. They probably stomped them all flat with their marching and fighting. Great broadswords whirling so fast that they whistle on their way to chop off a head or an arm or a leg. The cries of fatally wounded men and goblins, horses and hippogriffs, even dragons have died here. That’s why those red flowers grow here; they drank up all that blood that soaked into the ground and turned from harmless white flowers into red, poisonous ones.” Andromeda dropped her handful of the flowers hurriedly. You aren’t done yet, though. “After the battles, the victorious army would come back out to give all their fallen a proper burial, but they left the enemy to rot.” Narcissa shuddered. “It’s so deliciously ironic that such a pretty place has such a gruesome history, isn’t it?”

    It is worth it to see the horrorstruck expression on your youngest sister’s face. Andromeda is also horrified, but not just about the images you have painted so vividly in their minds. She is shaking mad at you. “I’m going to tell Mum you’re scaring Cissy,” She threatens.

    “I’d like to see you try,” you sneer, “Father wanted to visit this place just because it was a battlefield. They know all about it; it’s written on the monument by the tree line. It’s not my fault Narcissa is such a sissy.”

    “Fine!” She huffs. “Come on, Cissy, let’s leave Bellatrix alone.”

    You sit and relish your solitary thoughts of all that anguish.
    Please tell me I'm not the only one to enter this challenge. I truly hope the rest of you drabblers are just procrastinating, so I won't be the only one.

  3. #3
    Neville's Girl
    Name: Luna (Neville’s Girl/Nevilles Girl)
    House: Slytherin
    Title: School Magic
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 398
    Authors Note: Written for the reader to be a girl. It takes place in the USofA, because I felt like it.
    You’re not happy. Happiness implies that your life is going great, and it’s not. It’s Summer, you’re finally out of that stuffy middle school building with the broken air conditioning, and you’re in Summer school at the stuffy high school building with the broken air conditioning. Seventh grade had been going great all year long. You just happen to fail your history class, because while Ms. Reese was talking about trench warfare and the Allies, you were busy reading novels.

    You are sitting next to a kid with a gum addiction and apparently a sticking-chewed-gum-beneath-the-desk-when-I’m-done-with-it addiction. Mr. Raumb is standing in the front of the room, clearly much too excited about the Cold War or Sputnik or whatever it was he is jumping up and down about.

    “Take out a paper and pencil, everyone! I want you to write down all you know about World War II!”

    You reach into your book bag, which you have kept a safe distance away from the gum-girl, and pull out a piece of paper and—

    “What?” you say, looking at the stick you were holding. You weren’t always sure what you had in your back pack all the time, but you know you don’t carry sticks around with you. Then you remember this morning. You had been a rush for the bus and you needed a pencil. You saw one and grabbed it off you father’s desk. The only thing was, it wasn’t a pencil; it was your dad’s wand. He is going to be mad at you, and you know it.

    Your father was a wizard, and your mom was a Muggle. Sometimes when you’re bored, you go back and forth between “I’m a Muggle” and “I’m a Squib.” Either way you spin it though, you can’t do magic. So what would it hurt if you took a few imaginary swipes at the gum-girl or the jerk behind that keeps kicking your chair?

    You turn to see that gum-girl has lapsed into her second favorite activity: sleeping. You take aim at one of the many packs of gum on her desk and whisper some nonsense that sounds vaguely like the things you dad says when he’s casting a spell. And it works.

    The gum, to your surprise, doubles in size. You gasp.

    Your mind begins to work overtime. Little voices started debating in your head.





    * * * * *
    Name: Luna Natashi (Neville’s Girl/Nevilles Girl)
    House: Slytherin
    Title: Colourful
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 464
    Authors Note: I’ve yet to see a fanon characterization of Luna I liked. I hope I did her justice.
    You lie on your stomach at the edge of the stream dipping you fingers in the water, enticing the Plimpies. After a while, you turn over on your back, and your hair dangles in the water. You watch as clouds roll by: turtles, sunflowers, glasses, your father’s printing press, a nose, and a smile. It looked like the sky showing you your own reflection.

    “Luna!” you hear your father call out from your house. Closing your eyes, you sighed, breathing in the scent of Summer and sunshine. Then you stand up and squeeze the excess water out your hair as you stroll back to the house.

    “Yes?” you ask, releasing your damp hair.

    “Happy Birthday, Luna,” Xenophilius Lovegood says, kissing the top of your head.

    “Thanks, Daddy,” you say, kissing his cheek.

    “I’ve got you something,” he says cheerfully.

    You obediently cover your eyes and do not open them until you hear you father say, “Now.”

    Your eyes open, and you see, resting in your father’s out-stretched palms, little jars of paint. Smiling, you pick up the bright green one, appreciating the simplistic beauty of the colour.

    “Thank you,” you say excitedly, kissing you father once more.

    You eat a nice early lunch together and talked about the upcoming edition of The Quibbler. Then you bring the paints up to your room as your father turns back to his printing press.

    You ponder what you should do with your new paint as you stare at the jars of green, blue, red, brown, black, and gold. After a while, you find yourself staring out the window and wondering what it was like to celebrate a birthday with more than one other person.

    Before you know what you’re doing, all the jars are opened and have a paintbrush placed in each of them. You work for hours until five smiling faces looked down at you from your bedroom ceiling.

    When your hand starts to hurt, you descend the stairs to have dinner with your father.

    It’s a good dinner; it’s a good dinner every night. You laugh and discuss points of interests such as the gnome that had made its home right outside the front door. You talk with your father until it’s decided that it’s time to go to bed. You kiss your father good night and make your way upstairs. You’re just about to climb into bed when you realize you had forgotten a very important part of your mural. You pop the lid off the jar of gold-colored paint and determinedly set to work adorning your picture with the word “friends” a thousand times.

    When you finish and climb into bed, you find yourself staring up at your five best friends—Neville, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny—all framed by a golden chain.
    I hope they're up to par!

  4. #4
    Name: h_vic
    House: Hufflepuff
    Title: A Little Stargazer
    Warnings: Absolutely none
    Word Count: 373
    Authors Note: I figured Lily Jr would most likely have Harry wrapped around her little finger…

    “I don’t see the stars yet, Daddy,” you say, shifting your position on his lap so that you can tilt your head back to stare at more of the sky.

    He chuckles. “Of course you can’t, Sweetie,” he says. “It’s barely dark yet.”

    “It’s time you were in bed, Little Lady,” your mother says stepping out into the garden. “Your brothers are fast asleep.”

    “But I want to see the stars!” You pout and curl your legs up tighter as if curling into a ball will make her go away.

    “You can see the stars any night,” she points out. “And it’s past your bedtime.”

    “Oh, let her stay, Ginny,” your father says. “It won’t be for much longer.”

    “She’s overtired,” your mother says with a warning glare at your father that you don’t miss even if she does talk as if you aren’t there.

    “Tonight’s stars are special,” you explain knowledgeably. “They come up latest so they are special-er.”

    Your father laughs again. “Special-er’s not a word,” he says planting a kiss on the top of your black curls. “But you’re right – tonight’s stars are special. Waiting for them makes them better.”

    Your mother sighs. You don’t think she likes waiting.

    “You’re not looking for the stars any more, Daddy,” you accuse him as you continue to scan the darkening sky.

    “You’ll see them first anyway,” he says. “You always do.” He gives an exaggerated sigh of sadness that makes you giggle.

    “You are so silly, Daddy,” you say.

    “You should make a wish on the first star you see tonight, if they are special,” your mother says sitting down on the grass beside the pair of you and reaching across to stroke your hair away from your face.

    “Are they that special then?” you ask, eyes wide with wonder as she leans against your father’s shoulder.

    Your mother nods solemnly. “You should always wish on stars,” she says. “They’re lost fairies, and wishes help them find their way home.”

    Your father laughs again, but this time you don’t understand why. It all sounds very sad to you.

    “Look! Look!” you yell suddenly, pointing at the first star of the night, and you wish that all the fairies would find their homes.

  5. #5
    The REAL Weasley Twins
    Name: The REAL Weasley Twins
    House: Gryffindor!
    Title: Wizard Picnicking
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 500 on the mark
    Authors Note: Written using non-canon characters.

    You have always had a certain fondness for trivial Muggle events. That is why, as another ordinary Saturday arrives, you wake your older sister, Claire, using your usual tools: a lot of begging and what your parents would consider your ‘outside voice’.

    “Claire! Wake up, wake up!” you shrilly shout.

    “Oh, what is it now, Betthany?” she responds, her groggy voice surprisingly harsh.

    “Oh, please, please, would you come with me to the park?” you plead. It is nine o’clock in the morning and you wish to arrive to the park before the innumerable crowds arrive.

    Slowly, Claire raises her head from the downy purple pillow and glances at the clock. “It’s nine, Beth! Nine! Do you not realize that summer is meant for sleeping?” She glares at you with cold, hard eyes. “Why in the world do you want to go to the park again, anyway?” she asks, sarcasm dripping from every word.

    “Oh, please, Claire! I wanted to have a picnic today! You promised, you know,” you say, tilting your head slightly and raising your eyebrows as you remind your sister of her pledge.

    “Arg!” Claire growls into her pillow. “What in the world is it with your constant fascination with all-things-Muggle?” This question is rhetorical and you don’t waste time answering it for you know that this cruel comment is, in actuality, an acceptance to your petitioning.

    “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you shout, wrapping your arms around your sister’s neck. You run out of the room and head downstairs to begin packing the lunch. Hmm, you think, what do you pack for a picnic?

    You knit your eyebrows and open the cupboard, searching for some sort of object to carry the food. You settle on a large, old pot and begin searching for food. Now for the lunch… You glance around the kitchen, wondering what Muggles bring to eat on picnics. Fruit sits atop the counter: two bananas, one apple, and an odd-shaped pink item you believe to be a quartered grapefruit. You shrug your shoulders and push all four objects into the grey cooking pot.

    You then walk over toward the sink, thinking of something to drink. Grabbing two coffee cups and shoving them beneath the sink’s faucet, you turn the ancient silver knobs and fill both to the rim. You glance into the pot and place the open mugs next to the two bananas.

    There we are, you think, grinning, finished.

    “Claire?” you call up the stairs, wobbling on your feet with anticipation. As you call, your fourteen-year-old sister emerges at the top of the staircase. She gracefully slides down the steps and walks towards you.

    “You’ve packed already?” she asks, raising her eyebrows.

    “Yes!” you exclaim proudly, holding the pot out for her to see. Claire glances into the pot and a smile spreads across her face at the peculiar lunch.

    “Excellent,” she says and grabs your hand. Claire begins to drag you towards the door as she asks, “Shall we?”

  6. #6
    Name: Lola-Louisa
    House: Ravenclaw
    Title: Sandcastles
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 239- short and sweet
    Authors Note: At the beginning of Harry Potter, Ginny was always shy and reserved. I wanted to show that she was still the feisty girl we know and love from later books.

    You sit there quietly. The sand itches your bare legs while you watch your brothers playing together.

    They're building sandcastles, but they didn't ask you to play. Jealousy pounds through your veins and you glare at what they are constructing.

    It is far too fancy. It stands tall and proud, sloping crazily to one side. Intricate patterns make the brick work and tall towers erupt from the top. It should not be still standing up. It should have collapsed by now.

    You're angry that it is so good. You wanted to play a part in it, but they ignored you because you are a girl, because you are the youngest. Your flaming red hair is full of the golden sand and you frown slightly at the castle.

    "Tip over," you whisper. You know you're being mean, but you won't let them beat you.

    You keep glowering at it, and it sways dangerously. You know it is you, your magic. Your Mummy told you not to use it here, on a beach filled with Muggles, but she won't be able to prove it was you and you know it.

    Thinking this, you feel a surge of energy explode in your small body. The sandcastle crashes to the floor, and your brothers look gutted.

    You laugh to yourself. You may be little, but you've grown up with the masters of trouble making. No-one treats you like you're a little girl. No-one.

  7. #7
    Name: tc015
    House: Gryffindor
    Title: The Sprunklier of Hope
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 455
    Authors Note: Dominique is Bill and Fluer's second child, according to JKR's family tree.
    The sun beats gently on your back. Warmth flooded you from every area, from your toes to head. The grass is wet from the morning dew, but you do not mind. It’s just another morning that you can enjoy, alone.

    Behind you, children’s voice scream and shout with excitement. You hear mention of Bludgers and Beaters; they must be playing Quidditch.

    “Stop cheating, James,” says the loud, high-pitched voice of your cousin Rose.

    “Am not,” he yells back.

    “Are too!”

    “Can’t you just get along for once?” Victoire states, her voice solemn and serious. “This fighting, it’s what gets people hurt.”

    You wince at the mention of hurt. You can vividly remember last time you played Quidditch, just a week ago. Of course, that was the last Quidditch match you ever played. But you push those awful thought from your mind, and just try to enjoy the peace of the morning.

    But the temporary peace doesn’t last long. James is now bullying his little brother.

    “Excuse me,” Albus says calmly. “I’m going to leave now.”

    “Don’t leave,” Lily whines. “Just because James is a thickhead.”

    “No, really,” Albus replies. “I’m going to talk to Dominique.”

    “If you say so.”

    You hear soft footsteps coming from behind you, most likely those belonging to Albus. There’s a thump next to you as Albus takes a seat next to you.

    “Having fun this morning?” he says, his voice youthful and cheerful.

    “Yeah,” you reply sullenly.

    “Don’t lie to me. I know when people lie, and I can definitely tell that you are not enjoying this.”

    “What, is it that Slytherin instinct in you?”

    “Yep,” he replies happily, not phased by ridiculing remark.

    “Why don’t you enjoy this summer day?” you ask. “After all, it’s the last day of the picnic party.”

    “Because I want you to have fun too. Just because you’re –”

    “Just because I can’t see,” you reply coldly. “I know. And it’s all thanks to your stupid brother.”

    “James is a git,” Albus agrees. “But you can’t let this get to you. It’s the first day of summer, and you enjoy it too.”

    “But how?”

    “Well, Grandpa just installed one of those Muggle water-spraying devices, that sprunklier. We run though that. I can show it, if you want.”

    “I don’t know,” you reply unsurely. It sounded like amazing fun, just too good to be true.

    “Come on,” Albus begs. “Please.”

    “I guess I’ll go.”

    “Great!” Albus exclaims as he grabs you hand and leads you toward the sprunklier. The water feels cool and refreshed. He takes you slowly through. As the cold water hits your toes, you feel joyful. And for the first time in months, you laugh loudly and clearly. And it feel good.

  8. #8
    Ebil Gato Loco Ravenclaw
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    And lo and behold after a LONG time, the winners are:

    First Place:

    Elmindreda make good use of the prompt by showing us a different side of Severus Snape’s childhood with his mom, Eileen Prince, who is mainly characterized as neglectful if not downright abusive. You get a good glimpse at where Severus could have gotten his love for Potions. And lastly, Elmindreda showed the reader one type of activity wizard folk could do during the summer: teach their children extra lessons that they might not learn in Hogwarts. Good work!

    Second Place:
    Phia Phoenix

    Phia’s drabble with Luna and her father was not only well written but also howed us another activity that wizards can partake in during the holidays: traveling for research. MQ and I found it rather original that Phia used an actual mythical creature from Australia to give some real credibility to the Lovegoods.

    Third Place:

    Rushia’s drabble also takes into context traveling and vacationing. However, she uses an interesting POV: Bill Weasley to portray their vacation. MQ and I found it rather amusing and a good beginning to a possible one-shot. =]

    All in all, it was rather hard to pick just THREE winners. All of the drabbles were well-written and you guys made really good use of the second person. I was rather excited to read them.

    Woot! You guys are awesome! Don’t forget to participate in the current weekly, and congratulate the winners!

    ~Ebil One

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    Neville's Girl
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