Drabble meme
March 8th, 2011 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shimotsukiThis may be a really bad idea, given my progress so far on my list, but I haven't tried drabbling in a while, and it's so much fun. Plus, this week is Spring Break, dangit. So.
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mrstater and chococoffeekiss, in honor of International Women's Day:
Name a woman in one of my fandoms and I will attempt a drabble about her.
I guess "my fandoms" would be:
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mrstater and chococoffeekiss, in honor of International Women's Day:Name a woman in one of my fandoms and I will attempt a drabble about her.
I guess "my fandoms" would be:
- Harry Potter
- Chalion
- Vorkosigan
- The Thief
- Earthsea
- Trixie Belden?? (lol)
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Date: 2011-03-08 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-08 10:52 pm (UTC)The Queen of Attolia, please.
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Date: 2011-03-08 10:53 pm (UTC)Or how about Iselle's grandmother? (I am completely blanking on her name.)
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Date: 2011-03-08 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-08 11:26 pm (UTC)They slammed the door and left her alone in the dark.
“I’m somewhere,” she said. “That’s better than nowhere.”
“Who’s that?” came a thread of a voice.
Not alone, then. She pondered. “Should I tell you?”
“You have nothing to fear from me,” said the voice. “I can hardly move.” It paused. “I’m Ollivander.”
“Mr. Ollivander, the wandmaker?” She began to feel her way toward him. “I’m Luna Lovegood.”
“Unicorn hair,” he said weakly. “Hawthorn.”
“That’s right.” Luna sat down beside the voice. “Nine inches. Rather springy.”
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Date: 2011-03-08 11:36 pm (UTC)Or the older sister, who is supposed to become Eugenides mistress.
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Date: 2011-03-08 11:42 pm (UTC)This ran to 150 words -- couldn't squeeze it down to 100, so I went for exactly a drabble and a half instead. ;)
She sat statue-still on her throne, waiting.
It was the large throne she had chosen, of course. The smaller one sat empty at her side.
Would that it might remain so.
She knew that she was perfect. Every jewel in her shining hair; every fold of fine silk. And not a single expression on her face that she did not place there deliberately.
This would be the performance of her life. Even more important than her ill-fated wedding night, for now the fate of the whole peninsula hung in the balance.
She nodded to Relius, and he nodded to the guards. They pulled the door open.
“Your Majesty,” said the smug, gaudy man who stepped through. “My name is Nahuseresh. I am here to offer you aid, in the name of my Emperor.”
She allowed a smile to warm her face. “Ambassador, you are most welcome here.”
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Date: 2011-03-09 02:43 am (UTC)The Provincara sighed, watching her grandchildren squabble.
Iselle could talk circles around her brother. She was older, of course, but even at Teidez’s age—or younger—Iselle had already come into a certain quickness of wit and sharpness of eye that was sadly lacking in the boy.
The boy. The heir to the royacy, rather, if that fool Orico couldn’t manage to get his wife with child.
The Provincara sighed again as Iselle tossed her head and stalked off, leaving Teidez in a red-faced sulk.
Well, even her son had turned out a passable provincar. Maybe Teidez just needed a good tutor.
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Date: 2011-03-09 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-09 04:24 am (UTC)Nice little prelude to Chalion! If only the Provincara knew how things were going to turn out for The Boy. Poor Teidez!
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Date: 2011-03-09 01:20 pm (UTC)(I know I sound like a broken record, but I do love her and she's so rarely written.)
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Date: 2011-03-09 04:01 pm (UTC)*needs Ravenclaw icon*
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Date: 2011-03-09 04:33 pm (UTC)Lily woke at dawn, athrill with anticipation. Sev had told her so much about Hogwarts, and she couldn’t wait to explore it for herself.
She found the Great Hall on her own. A few other early risers had already started on breakfast. From the doorway, she scanned faces until she saw the one she knew best.
She went over to him. “Morning, Sev! Do we always eat at our own tables?”
“Talking to Mudbloods, Snape?” drawled an older boy with white-blond hair. The other Slytherins laughed.
Sev looked away.
It seemed he hadn’t told her everything about Hogwarts.
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Date: 2011-03-10 05:26 am (UTC)“You little sneak,” Themis hissed. “Stop flirting with the king—he’s mine.”
“Flirting?” Heiro looked up from her embroidery. “I dance with him. That’s all.”
“Of course you’re flirting.” Themis pulled the half-finished altar-cloth out of Heiro’s hands and flung it on the floor, tangling the fine silken floss. “Why else would anyone dance with that goatfoot? But I’m to be his mistress. Father says so.”
Heiro picked up the altar-cloth, smoothing it on her knee.
Themis saw a goatfoot. Father saw an opportunity.
But Heiro saw a lonely boy—and so, she danced.
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Date: 2011-03-10 05:46 am (UTC)Hermione kept busy. She hunted through her textbooks for the tiniest shred of information. She spent one whole week Transfiguring a beaded bag to hold as much as a small lorry.
At night, though, she lay awake and worried. About Harry, who was already facing so much. About Ron, and the things she wanted to tell him someday.
But at least the boys knew how to defend themselves. What if the Death Eaters came after her parents? For just a moment, Hermione wanted to be ten again, back before her parents knew anything that would put them at risk—
Oh.