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  1. #1
    GringottsVault711
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    April Activities 2009

    Another one of those ideas that was born as I opened the thread. That happens pretty much every month now.

    So, this month I want you all to pick 4-8 award categories - you may use the QSQ categories as inspiration, or you may choose your own - and award them to authors or stories from the MNFF archives. Post them along with a link to the fic, and an explaination of why you chose this story/author for the award. The explaination should be along the lines of "SPEW-worthy", meaning I want to see some substantial reasoning. Pretend that you're fighting for it in front of an awards committee. It doesn't have to be long - one, two paragraphs should do it. But, it should be more than "BECAUSE IT'S MADE OF SEXY WIN!!!ELEVENTYONE."

    Please use the following format for each "award"


    Award:
    Author/Story:
    Link:
    Reason:
    BECAUSE IT'S MADE OF SEXY WIN!!!ELEVENTYONE.
    Remember; at least four, no more than eight.

    Posts should be made by April 30th.

  2. #2
    GringottsVault711
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    April Drabble Challenge

    The challenge for this month is

    Write a drabble that splits up your favourite pairing.
    What do you mean, evil?

    Rules/Guidelines

    • Drabble can be between 250-800 words. <---- AHEM.
    • Content should not be any higher than a 3rd-5th Years rating.
    • All content that would require a warning on the MNFF Archive should be labeled.
    • This thread is for responses only. If you have a question, PM me.
    • Responses must be posted by April 30th 2009.
    • Please post using this format:

      Title: Sweetest Goodbye
      Word Count: 450 (This may be approximate)

      Story Text Story Text Story Text Story Text Story Text Story Text Story Text
    • As with all activities within the SPEW forum, this challenge is open only to SPEW members.

  3. #3
    Indigoenigma
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    Title: Full-Time Friend
    Word Count: 718 <---

    Extra explanation: Ron and Hermione is not, per se, my favorite pairing in the HP universe. However, they are my favorite canon couple and any time that they fought was painful for me. Essentially, I sympathize for them a lot more than any other couple and I would feel the worst if they were the ones who broke up. Hence, my drabble.

    Full-Time Friend

    The first thing that Ron noticed was that Hermione wasn’t at her usual place at the breakfast table.

    She usually was at the bench, studying ages before he and Harry managed to tumble out of bed and eat before classes began. But today she was missing, mysteriously absent.

    The second thing that Ron noticed was that there was an owl, a Hogwarts owl, glaring impatiently at him over his toast.

    Making haste to placate the owl, Ron took the proffered note and accepted the small peck on the finger that it doled out as a punishment for keeping it waiting. He watched it fly back to join the others before looking down at the small letter.

    Who on earth would have sent him a letter from a Hogwarts owl? Ron was baffled by who it might have been from or what it might be about. He examined it closely, but could discern nothing from the handwriting, as his name was printed in large and blockish letters across the front. They gave away nothing except for the fact that the person who wrote them knew how to draw a straight line.

    “What’s that?” Harry asked, looking blearily up from his porridge.

    “This? Oh, nothing.” Ron hastily shoved the letter into his pocket. Whatever the mystery was, it could wait until he was alone.

    --

    It wasn’t until after dinner, when Ron was searching desperately for a spare bit of parchment on which to finish his homework, did he remember the note.

    He was alone in the library; Harry had gone off to bed early (or was going to go spend time with Ginny, Ron figured resignedly) and Hermione was oddly not with him. He knew that she was feeling well – she’d been in class today – but he hadn’t been able to find her after class.

    And she hadn’t come down to dinner with him either.

    Was she avoiding him?

    Not Hermione, no. If she had any reason to avoid him, she’d tell him so that he could fix whatever was wrong.

    Ron didn’t know quite what to make of her behavior – perhaps it was a female thing - but he shrugged and unfolded the note.

    It was short and written in a script that was achingly familiar to Ron – Hermione’s writing.

    Dear Ron, he read.

    Dear Ron,

    I don’t know how to put this into words, which is why it’s in a letter. Even though we’re the best of friends, I think that’s all that we can ever be. These last few weeks of dating you have been wonderful and yet unnatural. It’s like dating a brother and I’m afraid that I’m uncomfortable with such a scenario. Please don’t be angry with me; I wanted our relationship more than anyone but I’m afraid that I really can’t go through with it. I’m horribly sorry for the pain that I know that you’ll feel and I hope that we can walk away from this as close as we were before. I cherish our friendship and I hope that you still do as well.

    Affectionately,
    Hermione


    What?

    Ron couldn’t breath. She was breaking up with him? With a letter? She couldn’t tell him herself? His brain felt as though it had been pulverized by something heavy and his thoughts churned sluggishly.

    What was she doing?

    Ron slowly became aware that he had nearly crushed the note in his clenched fist. Carefully, he smoothed it out and looked at the words again, feeling his eyes burn in pain.

    And she still wanted to be friends; that was the clincher. After all that she couldn’t say to him and had to put into a letter, she still wanted to be friends. Impossible. That wasn’t how things worked. Never.

    Ron closed his eyes, but he still couldn’t escape the words on the page. They were seared into his brain.

    I cherish our friendship…

    Damn it, Ron still valued it, too. After such a despicable act, he, against his very will, still craved her friendship. He hated how she had this much power over him.

    Ron sighed and leaned back in his chair. If only they could be both – lovers and friends. Then the world might be perfect.

    For now, he supposed that he would have to settle for merely being a friend.

  4. #4
    jenny b
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    Title: Sixteen
    Word Count: 743 (Win!)
    Warnings: Teenage pregnancy

    ‘Scorpius.’

    ‘No.’

    A tear spills over her cheek. He remains immobile, staring out over the lake. His fists are clenched so tightly by his sides that his knuckles have turned white. She reaches out now, gently stroking the back of one of his hands.

    ‘I love you.’

    Even this doesn’t provoke a reaction in him, and more tears streak down her face despite her efforts to stop them. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He loved her. This shouldn’t change anything, not now … he wouldn’t leave her. He couldn’t.

    ‘I want to keep the baby, Scorpius.’

    ‘No.’

    It hurts so much. It feels like someone is tearing at her insides, like her heart is being pulled to pieces. She instinctively places a hand over her still flat stomach, trying to reassure the unborn child. Shh. You’re safe.

    He turns, finally looking at her. His face is pale, paler than usual. His grey eyes bore into hers, and for a moment it looks as if he’ll cry, too. She can’t help the tears anymore; they stream freely down her face. She knows she must look a mess, but it doesn’t matter. He always called her beautiful.

    ‘We can’t keep it, Rose.’

    Him calling her Rose instead of the usual Rosie makes her start; it sounds unnatural. He hadn’t called her Rose since the sixth grade. Everyone else still called her by her proper name, but not Scorpius. With him, she was always Rosie. Beautiful, loved Rosie.

    And now it was back to Rose, with matted hair and a tear-stained face, carrying their six-week old child. It was amazing how quickly everything had changed, how two little words could turn her boyfriend into a cold, uncaring monster.

    ‘Yes, we can. Scorpius. Please.’

    It comes out as little more than a whisper, her voice choked with sobs, but his expression remains the same. He doesn’t care, she realises. Another jagged knife rips through her heart.

    ‘We can’t!’ He jumps to his feet, glaring at her. ‘Merlin, Rose, what is your problem? Our parents don’t even know we’ve been dating. You know full well that mine would kick me out of home if they knew about us, and if they find out I’ve got you pregnant …’ He stops and kicks at a nearby rock. ‘Rose, we won’t have any money. They’d cut me off.’

    ‘My parents …’

    ‘Your parents will probably tell you the same thing I am, once your father has hunted me down. You can’t keep it, Rose. They won’t let you. You’re not even of age. You’re sixteen. How are you going to finish school? A baby will ruin your life. You have dreams. You don’t want to be a teenage mother.’

    She rises now too, sadness giving way to anger as she puts her hands on her hips. ‘Don’t tell me what I do and don’t want, Scorpius. Yes, I have dreams. A baby isn’t going to stop them. I’m keeping it, whether you’re with me or not.’

    There. She said it. Dread rushes through her from head to toe as he stops, looking at her. Thinking it over. Everything is perfectly still; even the breeze seems to have stopped, waiting for his answer. The answer that will change both their lives.

    He shakes his head. Breaks her heart.

    ‘I can’t do it.’

    She turns to go. She can do this; she can walk away without a single glance back. They have made their decisions, and those decisions mean they can’t be together. Again, she places a hand over her stomach – she still has their baby. She still has a piece of him, however small.

    ‘Rose.’

    She turns back, not wanting to hope. His face has crumpled; he looks like he wants to cry. Maybe their baby will have eyes like him.

    ‘Don’t … could you … please don’t tell anyone it’s mine.’

    This stings more than anything. She is going to have his baby, love and cherish it, and yet it will never know it’s father. People will whisper behind her back, shun her when she will not tell them who fathered her child. It will cause so much more hurt than this was already going to.

    She studies his face carefully. His eyes are begging, pleading with her to grant him this one wish, despite the burden he’s just placed on her.

    A nod. ‘Okay.’

    She’ll do it. Because it’s him. And for him, she would do anything.

  5. #5
    dory_the_fishie
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    Title: Hide-and-Seek
    Word Count: 794 (it's below 800!)

    “You know, we’re not really following the rules.”

    “The rules don’t explicitly forbid this.”

    “It’s implied.”

    “Implications can be tricky.”

    “Apparently.”

    Lily gives Sirius a smirk as she readjusts her sitting position on the floor of the Potter Mansion library. They are hiding from James in a game of hide-and-seek. It is the Easter holidays, and the two of them, plus Remus and Peter, are guests at the Potters’ home. The game has just started, and Sirius and Lily have both sought refuge in the library.

    “Do you think he’ll find us here?” asks Lily in a whisper.

    “It’s hard to say,” answers Sirius, leaning against a bookshelf and stretching out his legs. “Either he won’t look here because it’s too obvious, or he’ll look here first for the same reason.”

    “Hm,” is Lily’s only response. She is sitting cross-legged across the aisle from Sirius, her eyes now fixed on the shelves of books above his head.

    “What section are we in?” Sirius asks.

    “Classics, I think,” says Lily. She tilts her head up even further. “This library is massive.”

    “Yeah, the Potters really enjoy their literature,” agrees Sirius, also gazing up at the hundreds of books around them. “So, Classics, eh? I suppose it could be worse. We could be in poetry.” He makes a face that Lily doesn’t see, for she is still taking in their surroundings.

    There is a pause. Lily finally returns her gaze to Sirius, who suddenly realizes just how beautiful Lily Evans is.

    But then he realizes that he shouldn’t be thinking that. He and Lily have become friends in the past few months, but she is still James’s girlfriend. She is still not his to be admired.

    The sound of one of the library doors being opened causes Lily’s eyes to widen slightly. Sirius gets up into a crouch and moves over to Lily’s side of the aisle. He makes his way to the end and peers around the shelf. James is walking towards where Sirius and Lily are hiding.

    Thinking quickly, Sirius moves back to Lily and motions for her to move to the other end of the aisle.

    “Where is he?” Lily whispers.

    “He’s coming our way,” answers Sirius urgently. “Follow me.” He takes her hand to lead her to a new hiding spot.

    The two of them, hands clasped in a bond of escape and excitement, abandon their place in Classics as quickly as they can without alerting James of their position. Sirius hardly has time to think, his mind set on the direness that only a childhood game can cause, but he can’t help noticing that Lily’s hand seems to fit perfectly in his.

    And then her hand is gone. They have found their new hiding place, and Sirius can only laugh at what it is.

    “Poetry,” he groans softly, sinking down onto the floor.

    Lily joins him, this time sitting next to him rather than on the other side of the aisle. She turns her head towards him and smiles.

    Sirius meets her gaze, but keeps his face solemn. “Now don’t get too comfortable. This may only be a temporary solution,” he says, and despite his best efforts, Lily catches his mocking and only smiles even wider.

    They stay that way for a few moments, Lily smiling and Sirius pretending to be serious. What happens next surprises them both.

    Their lips meet in a kiss that is at once strange and exhilarating. Neither of them is sure who initiated the kiss, and neither of them cares. They part almost immediately, and in that fraction of a second, with their faces so close and their breaths caught somewhere back in Classics, they know that this strangeness is also exactly right.

    Without hesitating, they are locked in a battle of passions, hands in hair and lips on skin and cautions thrust aside. They forget about where they are, who is searching for them, what will happen if they are caught –

    “I can’t believe you,” comes a voice from somewhere above them, and suddenly Sirius and Lily remember.

    They spring apart instantly, scrambling to their feet and standing in what they both contend must be the most awkward of silences ever endured. James completes the triangle, and the expression on his face breaks both their hearts. He stares at his best friend and his girlfriend, so obviously hurt and so clearly shattered that Sirius for once wishes they were not friends, because then the pain would not be so deep.

    Sirius is about to speak, try to explain even though he can’t, but he is stopped as James says, “Fine,” in a voice that cracks almost inaudibly but still echoes amongst the books of poetry.

    James walks away, then, leaving Sirius and Lily alone.

  6. #6
    ms. leading
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    Paring: Lily/Scorpius
    Title: Hold Me Down*
    Word Count: 598
    Warnings: Hints of Mental Disorders (depression)

    Your hand is cold in mine as we walk up the stone path that sits between the rows of blooming tulips and sunflowers. I see you staring down at the colours, petals as bright as they will ever be this year.

    You like to garden, perhaps more than anything else; these flowers are your creations and I can’t help but fear the thought of letting them go.

    You sigh quietly as we reach the large green door that is the entrance to the house we’ve shared for over a year now – it’s as if you know exactly what’s coming.

    I sense the reluctance as you pull your hand from mine and use it to slide the brass key into its home, and allow us into ours. I faintly hear you mention coffee as we enter the kitchen together and I sit down at the table.

    From the corner of my eye I see you pulling mugs from the shelf and hear you making an unnecessary racket while you work as if to distract yourself from your thoughts. I drum my fingers on the table, in apprehension rather than impatience.

    You wear a blue and white plaid dress that fans out at the hips and does little to accentuate any potential curves. You are slim and fragile; I am terrified to break you.

    You cross the room with a mug in your hand and settle it down in front of me loudly. The features of your face seem contorted, anguished. I want to wrap you in my arms and never let go. But I must.

    Now twenty-three, I can recall being twelve and sharing a conversation with my mother about you and your family. Don’t ever fall in love that Potter girl, darling, she had said light-heartedly. It’d do your father a great deal of discomfort.

    Well, I reflect now, it certainly had. But why had nobody ever warned me of the discomfort it would cause me?

    You are tired and withdrawn, restless and uncomfortable with who you are. Even now, as you sit before me at the table, you squirm as if you ache to be out of your own skin. Your bones protrude as if they have the same idea.

    ‘Mark and Leah are fun, aren’t they?’ I ask you, bringing up the couple we had just had dinner with, and it’s my last attempt to allow you to prove yourself to me.

    But you don’t speak; you murmur and vaguely nod. I immediately want to shake you, to awaken you and scream, Fight for this! I don’t, however, because you won’t.

    I can remember falling in love with you because you were exciting and fresh, and you smiled whenever you saw me because that was how you were. I long to make you smile again, but I have also given up.

    ‘I –’ I begin, and my throat catches before I can finish. I clear it. ‘I’m leaving, Lily.’

    Your eyes meet mine and then you dissolve before me. Your body crumples, and you draw your hands from the table and hug then tightly to your chest. You are breaking, and I scramble to put you back together, standing up and sweeping over to you.

    I pull you up to meet me. ‘Don’t cry,’ I order, because of the tears building in your sorry eyes.

    ‘Don’t leave,’ you sob. So I don’t – not tonight – for your sake.

    Tonight I wrap you in my embrace and repair some of what I have done, knowing that tomorrow I’ll have to unravel it all again. For my own sake.
    * title is a Motion City Soundtrack song.

    ~ Cassie

  7. #7
    XhayleeXblackX
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    I'm sorry that this is late, Jenna and Jen. I promise to do much better next month.

    Award: Best Interpretation of a Werewolf Transformation
    Author/Story: BertieBotsBeans741 - Contemplation of the Wolfish Mind
    Link: Contemplation of the Wolfish Mind
    Reason:
    There are many interpretations of how it feels to go through the transformation from man to werewolf throughout the fanfiction universe, but never before have I read such a realistic feeling description as Brittany’s. It’s almost as if she has experienced the transformation for herself, she describes it so well:

    The pain that pulsed through his body was staggering, even though years of transforming had made it slightly more bearable. The aching in his muscles started just as abruptly. The burning sensation spread, his body lengthening against its will, a snarl escaping him. His bones taking on a whole new structure that was foreign, unwelcome. Now the muscles were searing, almost to the point of ripping apart completely.

    The description, imagery, everything about this story allows the reader to look into the mind of Remus Lupin and get an idea of how painful and confusing it is to become a werewolf. The transformation and the thought process leading up to it are so realistically depicted that the reader almost feels like they are watching the transformation rather than reading it. The author depicts the experience and the pain, and yet still manages to do it in a way that keeps Remus in character. The transformation in this story left me with chills after reading, and I think that's exactly what a werewolf transformation should do.
    Award: Best Death Eaters Have Feelings, Too Story
    Author/Story: Sly Severus – Unworthy
    Link: Unworthy
    Reason:
    This one-shot depicts Bellatrix and Rodolphus as far more than servants of the Dark Lord. It portrays them as human beings, shows that they have feelings – fear, pain, grief, love – just as every other person would. In the story, Bellatrix has gone on a mission for Lord Voldemort and is injured, which causes her to lose her child and to be unable to have children in the future.

    Sly Severus’ descriptions and imagery in this story leave the reader in or near tears at more than one point – you actually feel how guilty, hurt, and worthless Bellatrix feels, something that many fictions do not give the reader where Death Eaters are concerned, especially Bellatrix. It puts the reader in the position to view Bella beyond her sadistic Death Eater nature, and into the view that she really is a person under that façade. One who is as affected by the loss of her child as any other person could be, that she isn't unfeeling and utterly cruel. Not only is it a powerful story, but it is one of those stories that leaves you questioning your previous views and opinions of a character.
    Award: Best Next Generation Characterization
    Author/Story: electronicquillster – A Pair
    Link: A Pair
    Reason:
    The characterization of Victoire Weasley and Teddy Lupin in this one-shot is simply some of the best characterization I’ve had the pleasure of reading of the Next Generation characters. The two are such a lovely, realistic mixture of their parents’ and family’s personalities that it is almost scary to believe that we actually know nothing of these two, besides the fact that they snog at King’s Cross.

    Victoire has both her mother’s strong independence, but also her father’s caring and compassionate nature in this story. Whilst Teddy is very much his father’s son in this story – he is smart and kind, but loyal and strong as well as a little spontaneous, like his mother was. Both characters have a jesting side to them, which suits them both as Teddy’s father was a Marauder and Victoire is a Weasley.

    The author allows the characters to grow in the story and does not rush the two characters relationship with one another, giving light to more characterization and believability. With this story, you truly feel as if you are meeting Victoire and Teddy as though they walked out of the Potterverse to stand before you.
    Award: Best Opposing Sides of the War Poem
    Author/Story: Lalalalatina – What We Fight For
    Link: What We Fight For
    Reason:
    This poem has always been one of my utter favorites. Lalalalatina’s use of repetition in the poem give such emphasis to the words of the ‘good guys’ and the ‘bad guys’. She depicts both the Death Eater’s view and the good side’s view by contrasting their differences of opinion:

    It is hopelessness.
    It is torture.
    It is what we must fight.

    Let the frozen haunt their persons,
    Let the shadows darken their ways,
    Let the hopelessness diminish their goal,
    Let the torture dwindle their days.

    The contrast between the two throughout the poem by using repetition really captures the feelings of both sides, and shows a fairly accurate portrayal of how they view what they are fighting for, what fuels their will to continue fighting for their purpose. For those on the Order's side, it is to conqure that evil, hopelessness, despare. Where as for the Death Eaters, it is to cause and inflict that hopelessness, despare to ensure victory for their side, for Lord Voldemort. The poem describes the two views in such a way that leaves the reader with a sense of awe and understanding for both, as well as a desire to choose a side. It's a motivational poem in that way, and also a very powerful one.

    -Haylee

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