Day 1 - ANYONE FOR TENNIS? - 100 word drabbles - RESULTS

[princessbipolar]

Name: princessbipolar
House: Ravenclaw
Title: Nice Game
Ratings/Warnings: None
A/N: -NIL-

“C'mon Hermione, it's just a game. ” Her childhood mate, Dan, chuckled.

Shaking her head, the ten-year-old Hermione closed her eyes as she grasped the racket tightly. She was indeed afraid to witness the sight of her best friend hurling a tennis ball at her.

“It's not going to kill you Hermione. Just relax!” Hermione's dad called out from the opposite side of the tennis court.

“Here goes!” Dan served the ball at her.

It took a split second for Hermione to feel the impact. She didn't hit the ball.

She had hit her own nose with the tennis racket.

[Equinox Chick]

DAY 2

(Andy Murray won, so the prompts stay nice!)

Rules

• All drabbles must be exactly 100 words.(I will be checking on MSW)
• All drabbles must conform to MNFF submission guidelines.
• Drabbles that meet the above criteria will be awarded 1 point. (This is per person. You may enter as many times as you want but will only get 1 participation point)
• The Drabble du jour, will be awarded 5 points.
• YOU DO NOT HAVE TO ENTER EVERY SINGLE DAY.
• Each prompt will be open for 24 hours.

Prompt 2 –Strawberries and Cream


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I will be closing this thread tomorrow at 2pm BST.

Have fun!

~Madam Carmerta~

[TM_WandStick]

Name: TM_WandStick
House: Gryffindor
Title: Tennis Rocket
Ratings/Warnings: 1st/2nd Yrs - none
A/N: Oh, Arthur and his Muggle contraptions!

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“Arthur, have you seen that cookbook – Arthur, what is that?”

“It’s called a rocket, Molly. I was just reading about this fascinating Muggle sport, tennis – “

“Well, put it away before you hurt yourself.”

“No, watch – I think I understand. You just toss the ball up...and swing!”

“Arthur, the cabinet!”

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to swing that hard! Say... is that your cookbook?”

Molly bent down to look at the book that had fallen off the top of the cabinet.

“Strawberries and Cream,” she read. “I’ve been looking for that recipe. But really, Arthur, no more with that rocket thing.”

[princessbipolar]

Name: princessbipolar
House: Ravenclaw
Title: Breakout
Ratings/Warnings: 1st/2nd Yrs - none
A/N: -NIL-

“ Dad, I want to play tennis! ” Albus screamed.

“ Mum, I want to eat strawberries and cream! ” Lily yelled.

“ Tennis is cooler than strawberries and cream. ”

“ No way. ”

“ Yes. ”

“ I don't even know why I'm arguing with you! Everyone knows food beats sports all the time. ”

“ Just because tennis isn't a girly sport does not mean that cool people like me can't enjoy it. ”

“ Kids, why don't we play tennis and have strawberries and cream at the same time? ” Ginny sounded exasperated.

“ Hurray! ”

[ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor]

Name: ToHaveOrNotToHaveAnObnoxiousUsername
House: Ravenclaw
Title: RIP: Breakfast
Ratings/Warnings: 1st/2nd Years -- None
A/N: Can you say... serial?

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James just pushed the strawberries and cream around in his bowl. It was his favourite, and on holiday, he could have whatever he wanted for meals, but he just couldn’t eat anything. He was still thinking about earlier that morning, about what he’d thought was a brisk tennis match but had turned out to be positively nauseating.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Mum asked.

Turning scarlet, he mumbled incoherently.

As if she knew what was on his mind, she said, “Sweetheart, what goes on between married people is… complicated.”

James tried desperately to block her out, lest he become scarred for life.

[lttlebird]

Name: littlebird/lttlebird
House: Gryffindor
Title: Red, White, and Green
Ratings/Warnings: None
A/N: Has nothing to do with tennis

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The spoon between her lips is cold. As she pulls it away, the white, comfort taste spills onto her tongue and dribbles down her throat. It wraps her mouth in delicious warmth, coating every surface with insulating fat, until her teeth find the ripe, red flesh and the pink acid sting slices across her tongue and cheek. She chews slowly, the sun warm on her face and knees, the smell of grass adding a thin green edge to the taste of red and white.

Her eyes open to the flickering blue. The blanket against her cheek is rough and grey.

[Equinox Chick]

DAY 3

(Will Murray get to play? *bites fingernails*)

Rules

• All drabbles must be exactly 100 words.(I will be checking on MSW)
• All drabbles must conform to MNFF submission guidelines.
• Drabbles that meet the above criteria will be awarded 1 point. (This is per person. You may enter as many times as you want but will only get 1 participation point)
• The Drabble du jour, will be awarded 5 points.
• YOU DO NOT HAVE TO ENTER EVERY SINGLE DAY.
• Each prompt will be open for 24 hours.

Prompt 2 –Rain Stopped Play


Use this form for your entry.

[B]Name:[/B]
[B]House:[/B]
[B]Title:[/B]
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[B]A/N:[/B] 

I will be closing this thread tomorrow at 2pm BST.

Have fun!

~Madam Carmerta~

[Equinox Chick]

RESULTS ~ Day 1

Drabble of the Day - Raquet Racket - ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor ~5 points


Gryffindor - 5
Hufflepuff - 2
Ravenclaw 3 + 5 (Jess winner)
Slytherin -0

~Madam Carmerta~

[wendelin the wierd]

Name: Wendelin
House: Gryffindor
Title: Rain Stopped Play
Ratings/Warnings: 3rd-4th years
A/N: The most unoriginal title ever.


“Ronald Weasley!” Hermione said sharply, as she swatted his hands away from her leg. “Some of us have work to do.”

“But Hermione, you’ve been studying for ages.”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Come on. Take a break.”

She sighed. They were studying by the lake today, enjoying the exceptionally fine weather. Except for Ron of course, who had anything but studies on his mind.

Just as his hand began creeping up her leg again, it started to pour. She quickly gathered their books from the ground while Ron tried to hide his disappointed expression.

“Sorry, Ron,” Hermione grinned. “Rain stopped play.”

[TM_WandStick]

Name: TM_WandStick
House: Gryffindor
Title: A Diffferent Sort of Birthday
Ratings/Warnings: 1st/2nd years - none
A/N: Present tense what?

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A despondent Hermione gazes through her bedroom window at the torrent of rain outside. She was supposed to have had her tennis themed birthday party today – but the weather, of course, prevented it.

She fingers the strings on her racket, trying not to feel too disappointed, when a sudden movement outside draws her gaze. With a start, she realises that a bird is perched on her windowsill – a bedraggled owl, of all things. After a moment’s hesitation, Hermione opens the latch and pulls the poor thing inside – to discover a letter attached to its leg that is, miraculously, perfectly dry.