DIABOLICAL DECEMBER - A DRABBLER'S DREAM ~ 100 WORDS -NO MORE, NO LESS. Day 1

[Equinox Chick]

Opening early (ish).

Your Day 2 prompt is more of a wintery one. I think you should all be aware what these are ....

UGG BOOTS

(or something similar)

Refer to the rules here

Thread will close on Friday 10pm GMT.


Madam Carmerta

[welshdevondragon]

Name: Alex/welshdevondragon
House: Gryffindor
Title: A Basilisk's Home
Rating/Warning: 1st/2nd year/ none. Two in a row....
A/N: This is a bit silly....

“They’re called Ugg Boots,” Hermione explained.

“And they’re shoes?”

“Yes, Ron,” Hermione said patiently.

“But--they’re not boots!” Ron scoffed. “They’re like slippers! Do people actually walk with them on outside?”

“Yes, Ron.” Hermione’s patience was wearing thin. “Mum gave them to me.”

“They’re yours?”

“At last he gets it. I love you, Ron, but you can be slow on the uptake.”

“So you want me to--” He left the question hanging and Hermione, with a sigh, answered it.

“I want you to persuade our daughter that those are Mummy’s shoes, and not the perfect home for her toy basilisk!”

[Padfoot11333]

Name: Lily/Padfoot11333
House: Hufflepuff
Title: Forty Galleons
Rating/Warning: 1st/2nd year/ none
A/N: It's hard to be serious about Uggs.

Ron looked down at his daughter Rose. “Do you know how much these ‘Ugg Boots’ cost? Forty Galleons. Forty!”

“But everyone at school has them, and I really want some! The kind with the buttons!” Rose pleaded her father.

“It’s a Muggle shoe! Why do your friends even care? I looked at them and these Uggs are just…ugly,” Ron said, handing Rose her Christmas list.

“Please, Daddy? Please?” Rose begged, almost on hands and knees. Ron rolled his eyes.

~

“Daddy! You got me the shoes!” Rose squealed on Christmas morning. She stared at the shoes and sighed. “Oh. They’re…Fuggs?”

[lucca4]

Name: lucca4/Ariana
House: Gryffindor
Title: Her Shoes
Rating/Warning: 3rd-5th years; secshual situationz.
A/N: This is Albus Jr…I don't think they had Ugg boots in Dumbledore's era. But you never know.

Oh God she was hot. Albus paused to ask her name but the thought slipped away as her lips found his neck and her hands slid down his waist. She kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned his shirt…

When Albus awoke the next morning he remembered her shoes. Uggs, she’d called them when he asked. Hideous. But d**n, she was beautiful. He looked at the number scrawled on his hand and decided to see her again.

He’d liked shagging that pretty girl with the dark hair and ugly shoes. It made him forget the well-dressed, blonde-haired boy he couldn’t have.

[iwannabeanauror]

Name: iwannabeanauror
House: Gryffindor
Title: The Dungbomb Disaster
Rating/Warning: 1-2 years, no warnings
A/N: I guess it could take place in any book, but I meant for it to take place when everyone is leaving for Hogwarts in Order of the Phoenix.


Ginny stepped into her boots, almost ready to leave for Hogwarts. She felt something squishy underneath her feet. Hoping it wasn't what she thought it was, she pulled one foot out to investigate.

"Can I ask you two a question?" Ginny asked innocently when she saw Fred and George in the hallway. When they glanced at each other and nodded, Ginny pulled her boots from behind her back and shouted, "why are there dungbombs in my shoes?!?"

"Actually, that was Ron's idea," Fred answered. "It was great though."

Ginny sighed and stomped away. Ron better prepare to feel her wrath...

[Maple_and_PheonixFeather]

Name: Maple
House: Gryffindor
Title: Ugg-ly
Rating/Warning: 1st/2nd year/ none.
A/N: I imagine Lily is younger in this drabble. And Uggs??? :/


“Rose, look at my new boots!” Lily exclaimed as the family met for Christmas dinner.

“What are those?” Rose asked, trying to hide the disgust on her face at the brown, shapeless boot.

“They’re called Uggs! They are so warm and comfy. Look! They are all fuzzy on the inside!” Lily brought the boot up to Rose’s face, who scrunched up her nose.

“Really, Lily, get that out of my face. Wait, those Muggle boots that are all the rage?”

“Mhm! Aren’t they cool?”

“Well, I think I know why they call them Uggs.”

“Why?”

“Because they are quite Ugg-ly.”

[ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor]

Name: tobeornottobeagryffindor
House: Ravenclaw
Title: The Beast Below
Rating/Warnings: 1st/2nd Years – None
Author’s Notes: Nothing like drawing on Doctor Who for an emergency title!

Hugo stared at the ceiling, chest heaving rapidly. His eyes burned for sleep, eyes he dared not close. It would surely get him if he did. Instead, he clutched his covers while his mum, who came at his initial shriek of terror, went below to save him.

There was a monster underneath his bed; he was sure of it. Not just the normal childhood fear—an actual beast, waiting to attack. Biting his lip, he waited for Hermione to present the creature’s slain carcass.

Soon, she resurfaced holding something furry. “So this is where my old Ugg boots got to…”

[Equinox Chick]

Opening early (ish).

Your Day 3 prompt is another wintery one.

COLD HANDS

Refer to the rules here

Thread will close on Saturday 10pm GMT.


Madam Carmerta

[welshdevondragon]

Name: Alex/welshdevondragon
House:Gryffindor.
Title: Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Rating/Warning: A hat trick of nones/1stand 2nd years
AN: Cold hands, warm heart is something my nana always says.

Lily thought he was going to hit her, and her hand clasped his wrist before he could do so. His shock was self evident, and he spluttered, “I would never hit you. You’re just--”

Even though her hand gripped his, he shook it in frustration. She had noticed that, increasingly, he would be very considerate, and then suddenly get impatient about something, though what she did not know. Now, suddenly, she did.

Smiling, she released her grip and slid her hand upwards so their palms touched.

“Cold hands,” he breathed. How had she not noticed sooner?

“Warm heart,” she whispered.

[lucca4]

Name: lucca4/Ariana
House: Gryffindor
Title: So Cold
Rating/Warning: 1st-2nd years; character death
AN: I have a cold and Tylenol is not a miracle worker. There will be typos.


Perhaps if she kept her eyes shut tight enough, it would all go away and the pain and anger and despair would fade away into the darkness along with her sight. She did not think so but then, she had never dreamed that she could hurt this much.

She did not look up as the people gathered. Their murmured condolences melted into the air before they reached her ears. She did not speak or cry or move. It all hurt too much.

Andromeda only wondered why her daughter’s hands were so cold when it was nearly the middle of May.