HP 100 - Cupcakes2. CupcakesHP 100 - Cupcakes4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rose loved cupcakes.
She had told him so a hundred times. When they walked through Diagon Alley before term, admiring the masterpieces of Madam Miel who ran the Candide Candies shop, during desserts at Hogwarts, and whenever they went to Honeydukes on the Hogsmeade weekends. He had listened to her politely while she raved on about the different icings, cream colours and consistency of wheat dough, but honestly couldn´t quite understand what it was that made her so crazy about them.
Today, however, he was glad that she had showered him so often with her declarations of obsession, because he didn´t have to think long on what to get her for her birthday. Being a smart and confident Ravenclaw, he hadn´t even considered buying them, because he had heard Rose lecture him often enough about the secrets of baking and of course a true gift from the heart had to be handmade. Besides, he was a good enough chef when it came to magical cooking, so it
HP 100 - Don't move11. Don´t moveHP 100 - Don't move4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"...You called me back for this, to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again? Draco, give Rowle another taste of our displeasure...do it, or feel my wrath yourself!"(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, page 145)
Terror spread through Draco like ice, leaving him frozen to the spot. He couldn´t have moved, let alone spoken, even if he had tried. After a few seconds of silence, which was only broken by Rowle´s erratic breathing and the hissing of the flames, the Dark Lord turned and fixed his attention on the pale boy, momentarily forgetting about the man he had been torturing.
"Do you need some persuasion then?" His voice was drowned by the crackling fire and the blood pressing against Draco´s eardrums. But even so he had come to learn what that look meant.
He tried to say something, even tried to raise his wand and do what was expected of him, but his lips had become dry parchment and his hand a heavy stone. The Dark Lord came closer
HP 100 - Kittens6. KittensHP 100 - Kittens4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time there lived three sisters. All were exceptionally fair, yet very different in their appearances. The first had hair as black as ebony and haughty, heavily lidded eyes. The second had hair as pale as snow and eyes, cold as the moon. The third had hair as brown as a doe and the same warm eyes. They had everything they could wish for, yet they seldom were satisfied. Their house was built of marble, their clothes were made of silk and they drank and ate from cups and plates made of gold.
Christmas was nearing and each sister had wished for something equally impossible. The eldest sister wanted a crystal-palace for her dolls, the middle sister a pair of glass slippers and the youngest a golden ball.
Their parents decided to give each sister the same, simple gift, lest they would envy each other. And so it came that the three sisters looked upon a pair of curious eyes when they opened their gifts under the Christmas tree, for they had all received a little