Can't wait to read what everyone does, so get to writing Snitchers!
Full Version: Bi-Weekly Challenge #4
This challenge will be 350 words about howling.
Can't wait to read what everyone does, so get to writing Snitchers!
Can't wait to read what everyone does, so get to writing Snitchers!
K, here's mine @352 words. . .oops
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Teddy wiggled into the other side of the Muggle tent his Godfather Harry got him for his eighth birthday last week. He was trying it out for the first time with his honorary cousin and best friend Victory. As he made himself comfortable, Victory handed him a candy wand from their stash.
“Thanks,” he said.
Victory nodded. “So Muggles think this is supposed to be fun?” She pillowed her head on her arms as she looked up at the stars. “There’s just us and this tent, what’re we supposed to do?”
Copying the girl’s movement, Teddy flipped onto his back. “I don’t know. There isn’t even a toilet or lights.”
“Maybe we should have listened to more of Uncle Harry’s stories. This can’t be difficult. I like our sleeping bags though.”
Teddy snuggled deeper into his and could not agree more. “Why don’t we tell ghost stories?”
“That’s such a Muggle thing to do…okay, you first!”
He chuckled as he closed up their shelter, and thought of his options. And in the darkness his chuckle turned into cunning grin. “All right but before I do, I have to tell you last week Granny Dora took me aside and told me that I may begin to show signs of the Lupine disease my father had.”
“What! Is she sure?”
“Yes,” he said, shaking his head sadly. “She said it may show up even on moonless night such as this one…and I think she might be right because my bones have been hurting all day. As if they’re getting longer…changing somehow…”
“No,” she gasped. “Teddy?”
She watched as the boy disappeared into his bag and began growling and thrashing about. Then there was a great howl.
“Teddy stop!”
The howl came again, louder this time.
Teddy came out of his bag, with his hair disheveled from his thrashing and said, “That wasn’t me.”
Sitting stock still, they waited for the sound to come again, and weren’t disappointed.
“Maybe it’s the wind?” Teddy asked nervously.
Heart pounding, Victory bravely peeked outside a sliver of the tent’s entrance and giggled. “Dad!”
“Sleep well you two!” Bill called to the children.
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Teddy wiggled into the other side of the Muggle tent his Godfather Harry got him for his eighth birthday last week. He was trying it out for the first time with his honorary cousin and best friend Victory. As he made himself comfortable, Victory handed him a candy wand from their stash.
“Thanks,” he said.
Victory nodded. “So Muggles think this is supposed to be fun?” She pillowed her head on her arms as she looked up at the stars. “There’s just us and this tent, what’re we supposed to do?”
Copying the girl’s movement, Teddy flipped onto his back. “I don’t know. There isn’t even a toilet or lights.”
“Maybe we should have listened to more of Uncle Harry’s stories. This can’t be difficult. I like our sleeping bags though.”
Teddy snuggled deeper into his and could not agree more. “Why don’t we tell ghost stories?”
“That’s such a Muggle thing to do…okay, you first!”
He chuckled as he closed up their shelter, and thought of his options. And in the darkness his chuckle turned into cunning grin. “All right but before I do, I have to tell you last week Granny Dora took me aside and told me that I may begin to show signs of the Lupine disease my father had.”
“What! Is she sure?”
“Yes,” he said, shaking his head sadly. “She said it may show up even on moonless night such as this one…and I think she might be right because my bones have been hurting all day. As if they’re getting longer…changing somehow…”
“No,” she gasped. “Teddy?”
She watched as the boy disappeared into his bag and began growling and thrashing about. Then there was a great howl.
“Teddy stop!”
The howl came again, louder this time.
Teddy came out of his bag, with his hair disheveled from his thrashing and said, “That wasn’t me.”
Sitting stock still, they waited for the sound to come again, and weren’t disappointed.
“Maybe it’s the wind?” Teddy asked nervously.
Heart pounding, Victory bravely peeked outside a sliver of the tent’s entrance and giggled. “Dad!”
“Sleep well you two!” Bill called to the children.
aww! That was so sweet. I love the thought of Wizarding children being baffled by Muggle camping. Its like they're a touch more ADD than Muggle kids because of over-stimulation from all of the coolness of magic. (sorry my inner psychologist is wide awake this morning and gets very psyched about this kind of thing)
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