Small and variously formed
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nineveh_ukFic can, it seems, get quite a bit shorter than 50 words.
Elizabeth Tonks took pity on her younger brother.
“Just multiply by the demi-cogent and add ξ. Really Ted, it’s only Arithmancy. I do rocket science.”
*
Romilda looked at Sirius Black staring wildly out of the Prophet.
I know who he looks like, she thought. He looks like me.
*
Andromeda’s daughter was a metamorphmagus. Narcissa looked in the mirror and praised the Wizarding World’s lack of capacity for logical thought.
*
Amy Benson looked at the velvet-suited professor.
“You sent Tom home for the holidays. He didn’t need magic.”
*
Bunter never worried about the cliché that the butler did it; he was not a butler. He only knew he would do anything for Lord Peter – and that he had.
*
Barbara turned. Peter looked down from her bloodless face to a gold ring that was not his.
“I hope you’ll be very happy,” he said, and left.
*
Winifred had never minded that her parents regretted she was not a boy. She only wished they could be a little less obvious about it.
*
He shifted awkwardly in the punt. “Sorry.”
Harriet laughed. “Peter, we’re going to be married.”
“So we are. Thank God for that.”
*
Elizabeth Tonks took pity on her younger brother.
“Just multiply by the demi-cogent and add ξ. Really Ted, it’s only Arithmancy. I do rocket science.”
*
Romilda looked at Sirius Black staring wildly out of the Prophet.
I know who he looks like, she thought. He looks like me.
*
Andromeda’s daughter was a metamorphmagus. Narcissa looked in the mirror and praised the Wizarding World’s lack of capacity for logical thought.
*
Amy Benson looked at the velvet-suited professor.
“You sent Tom home for the holidays. He didn’t need magic.”
*
Bunter never worried about the cliché that the butler did it; he was not a butler. He only knew he would do anything for Lord Peter – and that he had.
*
Barbara turned. Peter looked down from her bloodless face to a gold ring that was not his.
“I hope you’ll be very happy,” he said, and left.
*
Winifred had never minded that her parents regretted she was not a boy. She only wished they could be a little less obvious about it.
*
He shifted awkwardly in the punt. “Sorry.”
Harriet laughed. “Peter, we’re going to be married.”
“So we are. Thank God for that.”
*
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Date: 2006-10-03 12:06 pm (UTC)It has often occurred to me that Narcissa might be a Metamorphagus.
MM
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Date: 2006-10-03 02:42 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2006-10-03 01:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-03 02:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-03 02:49 pm (UTC)I quite like the last one as well.
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Date: 2006-10-03 05:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-03 05:39 pm (UTC)Their sheer brevity is impressive, packing a lot into very very few words - I struggle to keep to the wordcount for my hp100 drabbles, so tip my hat to you.
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Date: 2006-10-06 11:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-06 06:23 pm (UTC)Thank you - it's a super drabble, like all the others!
Brill.
Date: 2006-10-03 05:46 pm (UTC)Re: Brill.
Date: 2006-10-06 11:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-03 08:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-06 11:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-27 02:17 am (UTC)Harriet laughed. “Peter, we’re going to be married.”
“So we are. Thank God for that.”
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Love love love love love love it!
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Date: 2007-06-27 11:21 am (UTC)