Post by cloudz on Jan 4, 2011 19:56:34 GMT -5
A/N: I know this topic might be a little over-done, but I don't want to start with anything too complicated… So, my first one will be 586 short drabbles. (Unless I combine some of the rules, which I probably will) So, enjoy!
1. I will not poke Hufflepuffs with spoons, nor will I insist that their House colors indicate that they are "covered in bees".
"I'm bored!" complained a raven haired boy with gray eyes. "Moony, you should entertain me."
"Moony" looked up from the book he held in his hands. "Padfoot, shouldn't you be catching up on your homework? You know the stuff the professors assigned while you were in the infirmary?"
Padfoot laughed. "Nonsense, Remus! Why on Earth would I do such a thing?" But then his face turned serious and he threw himself onto Remus's bed dramatically. "I want to do something interesting!"
Remus groaned and shut his book. "You want something to do?" he asked, and Padfoot nodded eagerly. "Alright, Sirius… here." Remus reached into his sleeve and pulled out a spoon, which he had planning to use if order to eat his pudding later.
Sirius took the gleaming spoon in his hand. "Now go bother someone else." Moony grumbled before going back to his book.
So Sirius was left to wander the grounds alone. He was sulking about being bored, still clutching to his spoon. "What the hell am I supposed to do with a spoon?" he asked out loud.
As if his question had been answered, a group of Hufflepuffs exited the castle. Sirius grinned, an idea forming in his mind. He chased after them. "Oy! Hufflepuff!" he shouted, and they all turned around as one. A handsome third year was the one to speak up.
"Black, I'm really not-"he began, but Sirius cut him short, poking him in the chest with the spoon.
"Hufflepuffs are so squishy!" Sirius commented, and with each poke, he added a "Poke! Poke! Poke!"
The group of Hufflepuffs stared at him in disbelief, but Sirius continued, moving the spoon to poke him between the eyes. "Are you guys covered in bees? I mean, look at you! Black and yellow? Did your founder hate you or something?" he rambled.
Before Sirius could do any more damage to the poor Hufflepuff students, Remus was at the scene, dragging him away. "I should have known not to give you a spoon!" he was scolding himself. As he was being dragged away, Sirius was grinning. He wasn't bored any longer.
A/N: Well, I thought it was cute! Well, review if you want. It won't affect how fast I update, though. I'll update when the next one is written, not much argument there.
A/N: I’m so glad this got two good reviews ^.^ Thanks for taking your time out, and here’s the next one, though it won’t be as good. No Sirius… D:
2. No matter how good a fake Australian accent I can do, I will not imitate Steve Irwin during Care of Magical Creatures class.
It was a typical day for the combined Gryffindor and Slytherin Care of Magical Creatures class. The birds were singing, Professor Kettleburn was lecturing, and Fred and George were being… Well, Fred and George.
The red-headed twins were never well-behaved. They were smirking like idiots, as always. Then, Fred began to speak. “Crikey, George!” he exclaimed, slapping his brother on the back. “Well ain’t this one a beaut?” he continued, gesturing to the giant hippogriff. George nodded enthusiastically.
“Might like to fry some of this here creature up on the barbie!” he shouted, much to a few students horrors. They were both speaking in fake Australian accents. Professor Kettleburn was silent and just stared at them. “Fred, George, where did you learn such a thing?”
The two grinned, and in perfect unison, the responded, “Why, dear Professor, are you not familiar with Steve Irwin?” When the professor shook his head, Fred gave a mock gasp as George continued. “Well, blimey, sir! One would think that with your profession, you and him would be best mates!” Fred nodded in agreement.
“Who showed you this?”
“I did, Professor.” Spoke out a timid Muggle girl. “They saw my magazines of him, so they decided to watch it. I had no idea they’d take it this far!” she exclaimed.
Fred and George grinned. “Crikey!” they said in unison. “Looks like that big blokes taken a chomp out of your arm!” Fred finished. Professor Kettleburn turned with alarm. Sure enough, they were right. The hippogriff decided to use his arm as a snack. “Class dismissed.” He said weakly.
A/N: There you have it. It was a little hard, since I never took a liking to Steve Irwin. Sorry if this is extremely terrible. Again, updates when I get one… And reviews, if you’d like. But I won’t beg for them.
1. I will not poke Hufflepuffs with spoons, nor will I insist that their House colors indicate that they are "covered in bees".
"I'm bored!" complained a raven haired boy with gray eyes. "Moony, you should entertain me."
"Moony" looked up from the book he held in his hands. "Padfoot, shouldn't you be catching up on your homework? You know the stuff the professors assigned while you were in the infirmary?"
Padfoot laughed. "Nonsense, Remus! Why on Earth would I do such a thing?" But then his face turned serious and he threw himself onto Remus's bed dramatically. "I want to do something interesting!"
Remus groaned and shut his book. "You want something to do?" he asked, and Padfoot nodded eagerly. "Alright, Sirius… here." Remus reached into his sleeve and pulled out a spoon, which he had planning to use if order to eat his pudding later.
Sirius took the gleaming spoon in his hand. "Now go bother someone else." Moony grumbled before going back to his book.
So Sirius was left to wander the grounds alone. He was sulking about being bored, still clutching to his spoon. "What the hell am I supposed to do with a spoon?" he asked out loud.
As if his question had been answered, a group of Hufflepuffs exited the castle. Sirius grinned, an idea forming in his mind. He chased after them. "Oy! Hufflepuff!" he shouted, and they all turned around as one. A handsome third year was the one to speak up.
"Black, I'm really not-"he began, but Sirius cut him short, poking him in the chest with the spoon.
"Hufflepuffs are so squishy!" Sirius commented, and with each poke, he added a "Poke! Poke! Poke!"
The group of Hufflepuffs stared at him in disbelief, but Sirius continued, moving the spoon to poke him between the eyes. "Are you guys covered in bees? I mean, look at you! Black and yellow? Did your founder hate you or something?" he rambled.
Before Sirius could do any more damage to the poor Hufflepuff students, Remus was at the scene, dragging him away. "I should have known not to give you a spoon!" he was scolding himself. As he was being dragged away, Sirius was grinning. He wasn't bored any longer.
A/N: Well, I thought it was cute! Well, review if you want. It won't affect how fast I update, though. I'll update when the next one is written, not much argument there.
A/N: I’m so glad this got two good reviews ^.^ Thanks for taking your time out, and here’s the next one, though it won’t be as good. No Sirius… D:
2. No matter how good a fake Australian accent I can do, I will not imitate Steve Irwin during Care of Magical Creatures class.
It was a typical day for the combined Gryffindor and Slytherin Care of Magical Creatures class. The birds were singing, Professor Kettleburn was lecturing, and Fred and George were being… Well, Fred and George.
The red-headed twins were never well-behaved. They were smirking like idiots, as always. Then, Fred began to speak. “Crikey, George!” he exclaimed, slapping his brother on the back. “Well ain’t this one a beaut?” he continued, gesturing to the giant hippogriff. George nodded enthusiastically.
“Might like to fry some of this here creature up on the barbie!” he shouted, much to a few students horrors. They were both speaking in fake Australian accents. Professor Kettleburn was silent and just stared at them. “Fred, George, where did you learn such a thing?”
The two grinned, and in perfect unison, the responded, “Why, dear Professor, are you not familiar with Steve Irwin?” When the professor shook his head, Fred gave a mock gasp as George continued. “Well, blimey, sir! One would think that with your profession, you and him would be best mates!” Fred nodded in agreement.
“Who showed you this?”
“I did, Professor.” Spoke out a timid Muggle girl. “They saw my magazines of him, so they decided to watch it. I had no idea they’d take it this far!” she exclaimed.
Fred and George grinned. “Crikey!” they said in unison. “Looks like that big blokes taken a chomp out of your arm!” Fred finished. Professor Kettleburn turned with alarm. Sure enough, they were right. The hippogriff decided to use his arm as a snack. “Class dismissed.” He said weakly.
A/N: There you have it. It was a little hard, since I never took a liking to Steve Irwin. Sorry if this is extremely terrible. Again, updates when I get one… And reviews, if you’d like. But I won’t beg for them.
