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100 Drabbles for the Slightly Odd, Slightly Barmy Pizza Child - Sa13+ Hai. I'm Alice and uh, well basically Amy Samson is my school character and I saw that well everyone was doing the drabbles thing so I jumped on the band wagon Disclaimer: Amy Samson is mine. And only mine *glareeeee*. Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and universe belong to J.K. Rowling. THE 100 Drabs 1. SPOILER!!: people included in the drabbles ;) Purple Dinosaurs Dedicated to a special fellow Doctor Whoian Fourth Year Walking into the dorm Amy sat on the edge of her bed, stroking her cat "I've been thinking..." "What?" Sammy replied "I think I was a Purple Dinosaur in a previous life. But not a creepy one like Barney" Amy said, nodding her head and looking at Sammy "......." |
Amy had been absentmindedly walking down the corridor from potions to her common room, minding her own business when she’d heard a cackle and a set of running footsteps, taking her wand out she turned around and shot a hex at the person who’d apparently been trying to attack her. No one was there. “Creepy” she muttered, putting her wand away and walking forward towards the mouth of the porthole, again she heard the muffled laughter and she stopped. She heard a new sound, a snapping sound. Cringing from Sammy she turned around... “ARRRGGGGHHHHH” She screamed and ran as Lafay laughed around the corner |
Second Year “Gworn, give us a kiss”” Amy giggled to Jay in the holidays. The whole on/off thing had been happening for yonks and she was getting well bored of the hand holding thing he was insisting on. She wanted to have the first kiss. And she wanted it now. Not patient is our Amy. Jay sighed and shrugged, “go on then” he said labouring the words "Yay" Amy grinned and bounced up and down for a few minutes before they leaned heads in and kissed. Then stopped “EWWWW!” Amy cried “that was minging” Then she ran out the room |
Amy sat in the waiting room with her mum, tapping her toes; she’d been feeling a bit off sorts for the first few days of the holiday and if she was going to get to Sammy’s house she was going to have to get better soon. Very soon “Miss Samson to room four please” a voice called over the tannoy. She stood up and walked down the hall to the room and pushed it open. The man standing in front of her was wearing a tweed suit a bow tie. He was the spitting image of someone very familiar “My names Doctor Parker” the Matt Smith lookalike said “Doctor who?” She asked, feeling like a right wally |
"Whyyyyyy can’t I?" Amy whined to her head of year, "I’m 16 Professor and you know how responsible I am" she said innocently "What? So reponsible you blew up the potions classroom" he said doubtfully "I was PROVOKED!" She cried miserably, "besides you gave one to Sammy and she set the whomping Willow alight just last week!" "Yes, but she didn’t blow up the potions classroom then proceed to dance around joyously and don’t tell me it was the tarantagula charm-" "But"... "No. Miss Samson. No you can’t have a time turner" "URRRGGGH" she cried stomping off to Potions |
Amy is old. SEVENTH YEAR! Amy sat on the floor of the room of requirement listening to the music play from the cd player nice and softly, ignoring the sound of the door pushing open before looking up to see Sammy plopping down next to her with the same expression. "A boy?" She asked, looking at her friend doubtfully, chewing on her lip. Seventh year was so tough, Sammy shook her head "Lots of homework?" She asked again, summoning some chocolate from the fridge and opening it. Again Sammy shook her head "What then?" She asked irritably "No pasta" Sammy said sadly "And THAT is why you look chronicly depressed?" Amy asked her mouth dropping open |
Future. Amy is an old old old bean "Amy sit down already!" Her mother huffed from the sitting room "No!" She snapped back walking out to the terrace and sitting down before taking a slug of fire whiskey and standing back up and beginning to pace again Somewhere in the distance a shape was forming, "please, please, please, please" she begged quietly as the shape got larger SQWARRRKKK the shape cried dropping down to the flat, the owl skimmed over her head and dropped down the letter Ripping it open she searched franticly before running into the house... "MUM I GOT IN!" She squealed |
The timid little firstie Amy picked herself up off the floor; she'd fallen over twice and had nearly fell into the lake too. Good start to the year of course Sitting down on the hard wooden stool she fidgeted as a heavy piece of leather was placed on her head "Hm....not to many brains there" "Oi!" She muttered "Nor too cruel and sly, though brave and witty...Gryfindor would do you well. So. Where to put you?" "Hmmmm"... Hurry up you stupid hat! "A temper too. Interesting. Very Interesting, I believe I shall take a chance with you..." HUFFLEPUFF! And with that Amy ran down the steps and tripped on the way... |
Before Hogwarts. When Amy was a naughty little littlie "No, I’m better at playing Mr Eshelby!" Amy cried, prodding Lydia sharply "No, I am!" Lydia wailed back "No, no cuz look" Amy nodded excitedly "I’m Mr Eshelby and I have a huge head, and a fat bottom and I wear trousers like Simon Cowell and think I’m cool and if you don’t listen to me I’ll phone your mother and put you into isolation!" Amy mocked crowingly. "That was good. Wasn’t it Lydia...Lydia? Wasn’t I the best. I was right? I was, I-" "Trousers like Simon Cowell Miss Samson?" Came the voice from behind her And then Amy scarpered into the girls toilets |
A diary extract Dear um you know what, I’m going to call you..Phi. Yeah Phil So basically I was looking up a word and you know how I can talk to you and no one else will think I’m mental. And this word was: Pureblood. WHATS A PUREBLOOD? Seriously? Who decides what type of blood you have I think it’s really weird and stuffs. And some idiot called Justin Hendricks hit me up on that two, went off on one about pureness of blood. Twonk. So I need you to watch out, because he knows about you and I’m worried. Don’t let him know though |
Amy lazed about in her bed for the fifth day running. “Amy get out of bed already” her room mate scolded her, bursting into the door “Get lost” Amy snapped lazily, flicking the channel to another muggle day time program "Amy" her friend coaxed, "if you get out of bed we can go shopping” “No" She said again lazily “Amy, you stink. You need to get out of bed and get a job” Rachel threw a pillow at her “Sheesh. Amy GET OUT OF BED.” “Nooo” “At least put some clothes on” Amy got out of bed. And put on her new pajamas, before clambering back in and watching TV. Her room mate sighed and walked out of the room |
Pizza budeh and Pasta head are born Amy and Sammy sat together on the grass next to the lake, skipping stones uselessly. “We should have a nickname” Amy suddenly burst out Sammy turned to look at her “like what?” she asked excitedly “I dunno...” Amy muttered, staring at the floor “Hmmmm” They sat in silence for another few minutes staring into the lake “I got it” Sammy cried “Mad and Mental” Amy rolled her eyes and shook her head ”....I got one" Amy nodded, "Pasta and Pizza” “ooooh. I likes that. BUT Pizza buddeh” “And Pasta head!” |
Amy is a second year. Sammy belongs to samthehpfreak, Preston Kingsly belongs to AmbiguouslyMe “Professor, I still don’t get this whole Gomp’s law thingy?” Amy whined “Gamp’s law” Miss Samson Professor Kingsly said slowly "Yeah, whatever, whats this food thing to it?" “Gamps law states you cannot create food from nothing, just increase or enlarge it” “Yeah, about that, why can’t you?” “Gamps Law Miss-“ “Yeah I get that bit but I mean, why would you make a rule like that?” “It does suck Professor" Sammy interjected “Yeah” Amy nodded “Well Miss Samson Miss Starr, would you like to teach the lesson?” “......” “Well?” |
Sixth Year Alex Reed belongs to potterobsessionist Amy plopped down on the ground next to Alex "Whatcha reading?" Amy asked, looking at the book “1000 ways to train a Hippogriff” “Are there that many ways to train a Hippogriff?” “Its a pun, its all about creatures. Didn’t you buy the book?” “It’s somewhere, what chapter are you reading” “Thestrals and their food” Amy looked down at the book page “Well there’s not much to know is there, they eat meat. Duh” she shrugged “I guess but thats interesting” “No it’s not, its dumb” “So close minded” “Whatever” Amy rolled her eyes throwing strands of grass at him |
Amy is a sixth year Daisy belongs to Lunax246, Mikey belongs to Michael White Amy's AWESOME dancing... “He didly didly doo” Amy grinned as she danced on the spot “What are you doing?” Daisy asked staring at Amy worriedly, chewing her lip “Can’t you tell?” Amy asked, stopping and staring at Daisy, “isn’t it obvious?” “No”. Daisy said “Definitely not” Mikey nodded “Oh”, Amy pouted, “maybe I should be wearing green then...”she mumbled disheartened “Whhhhyy?” Both Mikey and Daisy asked, beyond confused now “Cuz then you’d know who I am” “We know who you are, a mental child dancing awfully” they nodded Amy pouted again, “nooooooooooo” she shook her head, "trust your elders" “Who are you then?” “Isn’t it obvious?” “No. Duh.” “I’m a leprechaun. Duh” Amy said slowly, still staring at them |
Amy is a Fourth Year She’d do it. She would. This time. It would be done, that tree would regret messing with her and her hair, not to mention causing her serious cuts to her arm. Vengance however, would be hers. Bravely she strode through the grounds, nodding at people, they had no idea that she was about to do battle with a fearsome foe. And she would win AHAH. There was the beast, and it’s big brown-y lethal branches, she growled at it lightly, glaring and standing her ground. She took a deep breath and ran at it ARRRGGGHHHHHH Oh. Whomping Willow 3 Amy Samson 0 |
Amy is a second year Lily-Anne belongs to ria306 Amy heard a knock on her book as she sat in the library, angrily scouring the book for stuff for her homework, she looked up from the book to see Lily-Anne. She glared at her, "get bent" she snapped. Lily-Anne sighed, "I’m sorry Amy". "Don’t want to hear it" "But-" "No." Amy carried on glaring at her book, waiting for Lily-Anne to leave. She began to highlight words before she finally heard silence. She looked up. Lily-Anne wasn’t there but something was. A pair of purple dragon hide gloves. With a note. Amy picked up the gloves and stormed out of the libarary |
Amy is a fourth year Seren {Herbology Teacher} is Hera's character Herbology. What was the point to it? In Amy’s mind, there was none. None at all. And Amy was ALWAYS right, people had stopped arguing with that now. Really, herbology was just a load of...well, eating, sniffing and looking, and whilst she loved the eating side..not so much the sniffing. It had taken her forever to clear the bubotus puss from her bag. Lovely. Amy stepped inside of the classroom, slightly cautiously, looking around for any obvious dangers. If there were, she was out of there. Nope. She went to her seat “Take one each class” Amy took one. She imediatley regretted it “OOOOOWWW”. See. Herbology WAS dangerous |
Fifth Year Sammy belongs to samthehpfreak Amy walked into the dorm. And was attacked "RAAAAWWWWWRRRRRRRRR" Sammy squealed as she threw herself onto Amy "ARGH! Nooooo, I’M the dinosaur!" Amy huffed as they disingangled "You know I’m better than you" Sammy boasted "Nah, I’m like Merlin and you’re Guidian or whatever his name is" Amy nodded, plopping down "TAKE THAT BACK!" "Nooo NEVER" Amy grinned, sticking out her tounge "I’ll make you" Sammy threatened "Scared" Amy laughed back "Should be" Sammy gloated "FINE. I CHALLENGE YOU. TO A DUEL!" Amy shouted, picking up her pillow "I accept" Sammy dared bravely |
Amy is a fifth year Everett belongs to Mordaynes Amy stared at the costume that she had put together. It was, to all intents and purposes, amazing, she looked even shorter than usual and had chopped up her pillow and her curtain tie and had stitched it on "What are you wearing Samson?" A tone dripped with sarcasm. Not amazement, like she’d expected. "Could say the same about you Everett" Amy retorted sulkily, "at least I don’t look like a 70’s reject" She’d hit a nerve, "at least I don’t look like a tramp" "I’m not a tramp. I’m a house elf!" She snapped, hurt "Same thing" he snorted. ..... And then she slapped him |
Amy is a fourth year And Miss Samson shoots down the pitch, her red kit flies out behind her, in a breath of fire she shoots towards the snitch, and...AND SHE’S JUST MISSED IT, what a kick in the gut, but she’s back and she’s following it, but Chalker is following behind, so close, Samson kicks out, just misses and thank goodness for that or she’d be done for by the referee, but she’s so so so close. She reaches out, she’s within spitting distant, she reaches out and she’s SCOOOORREEEDDDD- YES! Amy shouted as she shot up. OW! She cried as she smashed her head of the bed |
Amy is an ickle firstie Try this, the shop keeper handed the small brunette the slightly crooked wand, curiously, Amy took the wand, having never seen a wand before she had to hold herself from bouncing up and down like a two year old. She looked at it, smiling, before looking up at the shop keeper Try it, he urged her kindly, his brow furrowed in attentive thought, as he watched the other shop keeper, nervously watching the child with a wand. A smash came from behind her. She flicked her wrist nervously. The shelves crumbled before her. Uh, maybe not this one she said, thrusting it back |
{Mini challenge 12: We all scream for ice-cream} “I’m huuunnngrrryyy” Amy whined, wheedling to her parents “Amy we’ve only jus brought your uniform, at least let us get your books first”, her parents sighed, walking forward and ignoring the brunette 16 year old “But I’m huuuunnnngrrrrryyyyy” she whined, stomping her small foot “End of discussion” Amy her parents carried on firmly “Hate you”, she muttered grumpily, folding her arms And then, something came into her eye line, a shining, pink beacon of hope, of happiness, of joy, of ICE CREAM. And she couldn’t help herself. At all. "BYEEEEE" She squealed, running into Floreans |
Sammy belongs to samthehpfreak and Everett: Mordaynes Amy lay on her bed, staring at the stone ceiling, her brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders and her cat sat on her stomach, she stroked her absentmindedly, chewing her lip, somewhere in the back of the room, Sammy was bopping up and down like a maniac, her blonde hair flopping up and down as she began to head bang to a silent song, she was humming mentally in the corner. Amy sighed. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle this. She was going MENTAL. She sat up “Sammy, pinch me” “Why?” “I think I like Everett, that’s why” She said, flopping back down, her hair falling back over her face and shoving her hands over it |
“Pace yourself girls!” The P.E professor shouted at the girls as they ran, red faced and sweaty around the course, the girls, all puffing around glared passionately at the fat faced woman as she stood shouting and laughing at them, slathering suntan lotion. “I’d like to give her some pacing!” Amy muttered, stacking over twice. This was not her idea of education, anything but, when she’d invisiged a new school, she’d seen, new uniform, double jazz hands and heavy lairy parties. “HURRY UP GIRLS! “Urrrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhh” |
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