Stud Muffin
Slytherin
Pry's Dad 6th Year Librarian Wand: Ebony, 11" Dragon Heartstring, Firm Robes: Silver w/ Black Edging Books: 20 Extra Items: 9 Supplies: Standard QIP (x7) +18 Potion Ingredients Pet: Egyptian cobra[M:1534]
Oh Yes... The THRILLS
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Post by Stud Muffin on Nov 2, 2010 8:45:02 GMT -5
And this week, your prompt is: Attitude[/size]
Since we're back to the normal week, you have to write exactly 100 words - no more, no less. Spell check before you post, keep it PG-13, and ensure that your drabbles take place in the HP Universe, though they may be as AU as you want.
And lastly, have fun!
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Nio
Hufflepuff
2nd Year Muffin Club Member Wand: Reed, 10", Unicorn Hair, Slender Robes: Hufflepuff Quidditch Books: 6 Extra Items: 7 Broom: Nimbus 2000 Pet: Xon, A Runespoor, 7 foot long, Bright red with black swirls Class[M:215]
"Hell hath no fury like a princess sworn"- and I'll probably kill you too
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Post by Nio on Nov 2, 2010 17:19:06 GMT -5
Hermione’s ears were hearing it, but her brain was flat out refusing to hear it. It. Was. Not. Possible. To see Malfloy’ smug little face poking fun at Hagrid for the sake of feeling like it made her blood boil.
Memories surfaced. Memories where she felt like she should have taken larger action, control over the situation. But she hadn’t. She was afraid.
But then the image of storming from Trelawney’s room came to mind and a smile occurred. Maybe a little repeat was neceassy. A little attitude adjustment.
So turning around and –SMACK!- went her fist into Malfoy’s face.
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asuname
Gryffindor
2nd Year Wand: 0Oak, 8?, Phoenix Feather, Slightly Swishy Robes: standard black school uniform Books:4 Extra Items: Standard Quill, Black Ink, and Parchment Supplies: Gillyweed, Wolfsbane Pet: A Snowy Owl named Isla Classes
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Post by asuname on Nov 9, 2010 14:39:25 GMT -5
I flicked my tail across the floor, sending small puffs of dust floating into the hallway air. Yawning impressively, I stood; my muscles rippling beneath my sleek, shiny, ginger coat. Then, I stretched my legs to prevent any injury during my rounds. Stalking down the hallway, I sniffed at the air, making sure that my territory had not been invaded by pets from other houses. I did this patrol everyday: it kept our common room safe. No one had ever asked, but I took on the great responsibility. Why? I will tell you why.
I was Crookshanks. I had cattitude.
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