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firenjen · 02-13-2010, 05:07 PM

Wrong-o.

#50 Boggart

After a LOT of heaving, pushing and squeezing, Amycus Carrow had managed to squish himself into the cabinet in the living room, where his sister Alecto kept her drawing things. He pushed himself in against the crayons and scraps of paper, and placed a fat hand over his mouth to prevent himself from sniggering.

Footsteps approached.

“BOO!” Yelled Amycus, jumping out of the cabinet. Alecto didn’t flinch. She looked at him, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

“Do you get it?” he said, slightly annoyed with the lack of crying, screaming, running, etc... “I’m a Boggart!”

“Wrong. You are an idiot.”

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 05:14 PM

Eatchoo.

#34 Parseltongue

“No you’re not!” Said Amycus Carrow, looking suspiciously at his sister. He had her favourite teddy dangling dangerously in mid air over the toilet bowl, and was threatening to flush it. He had stopped abruptly, however, when she had told him that she was a Parseltongue, and she would get her snakey friend to come and EAT HIM UP.

“You’re lying,” he said, quivering slightly.

Alecto smiled dangerously. “Well,” she said. “If that’s a chance you’re willing to take, then go ahead. Flush it. I don’t think mum and dad will be too fussed when you disappear.”

Amycus ran. FAST.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 05:19 PM

Wee-Wee.

#99 Newspaper.

The two year old Cedric Diggory had been pestering his parents for several months about getting a dog. They said no, of course. He was too young – he could barely walk himself, never mind walking a dog. Cedric had frowned and pouted a LOT at this news, and had hence spent all of his time trying to persuade his parents that he could look after a puppy. His parents had first found out about this, when they arrived home one day to find his bedroom covered in newspaper.

“What’s all this for?!” Asked his father upon seeing it.

“Doggy wee-wee.”

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 05:26 PM

Woah.

#85 Snappish

There ALWAYS had to be one curl that DID. NOT. GO. RIGHT!! And for Marietta Edgecomb, this was a terrible affair. Even for a six year old, she was very conscious of her looks, and very vain. She had been winding this particular curl round and round her finger for a good ten minutes now, and it wasn’t working!!

“Why don’t you let me try,” her mother said kindly, approaching her. “NO!” Marietta said. “I. Can. DO. It!”

Her mother held up her hands and turned away. “Geesh! Snappish.”

She whispered it though, her daughter, although loved, was very scary.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 05:41 PM

Icky.

#92 Chocolate

Mundungus Fletcher, ginger haired and three years old, stared up at his mother in shock. She was lying on her bed, and some brown going GROSS was covering her face. Only her eyes and lips showed. It was, of course, a face mask (a chocolate scented one) but Mundungus wasn’t to know that.
He did smell the chocolate, though.

He approached his mothers face and sniffed. It smelt GOOD.

He looked tentatively around him, then, hesitating slightly, poked out his tongue and licked the chocolate smelling stuff off her nose. His mother screamed.

He regretted it instantly. It was ICKY.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 05:49 PM

I don't WANNA.

#7 Care of Magical Creatures

Cornelius Fudge was at the age when, coming from a wizarding family, he was being taught all about what he would learn about at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which he was due to attend in a years time. He listened with rapt attention, but then something had started to worry him.

“I don’t want to do Care of Magical Creatures!” he wailed. He didn’t like wildlife. It was creepy. He didn’t like creatures, and he DEFINATLY did NOT want to take care of them.

Images of dragons, perilous bats and BIG spiders drifted into his head. Cornelius shuddered.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 07:03 PM

Spit Bubble.

#13 Quidditch

Rolanda Hooch sat among the overgrowing blades of grass in the back garden. She wore oversized sunglasses that her mother thought would be funny to put on her, and a pink romper suit. She gazed upwards, and blew a shiny spit bubble from her pink teeny lips.

The rest of her family were zooming around the garden on brooms. They soared this way and that, throwing balls about and laughing. One figure dove steeply, caught a large ball and rolled over to avoid another.

Rolanda opened her mouth wide in admiration, an the spit bubble burst with a small pop.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 07:09 PM

Secrets.

#25 Sorting Hat

Mafalda Hopkirk had heard all about the sorting hat that occupied the headmaster’s office at Hogwarts school. But, far from mystifying her, it TOTALLY creeped her out. She was eight years old, and had a VERY over reactive imagination. People said that the hat could look right into your head and see what was inside there. Well, if it could read he mind, could it know about her secrets? Would it be able to tell that she had once broken her mummy’s favourite lipstick, and then hid it behind the plant pot?

Well that just COULDN’T be allowed to happen.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 07:16 PM

Gigglewhatsit..

#57 Gape

Rodolphus Lestrange just could NOT believe his eyes. He gaped at the strange figure in front of him, taking hesitant steps backwards. That was just FREAKY! Despite all his worries, his mother had assured him that there was no such think as Gigglewhatsit! But there it was, slowly edging towards him, grunting and shuddering just as Rabastan had told him it would.

That was when the black sheet fell from Rabastan’s frame. Rodolphus scowled at his brother, and started towards him with outstretched hands.

Rabastan ran, became entangled in his sheet, and ended up sprawled on the floor.

Well HAH.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 08:26 PM

Gilderoy's Glamour.

#31 Dress Robes

Gilderoy Lockheart was five years old when he clapped eyes on his first set of dress robes. He was blonde, curly headed and had biiiig blue eyes. And it had to be said it was love at first sight. He started to plan all the pretty dress robes that he would wear when he was older. He had to have a pink pair, of course. Especially for valentines day. Oooh, and maybe a violet pair!! WITH SPARKLES!! AND GLITTER!!

He would be SO SHINY!! And everyone would look at him and he would be the center of attention!

Yay!

YAY!!

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 08:34 PM

Brush.

#47 Portkey

Augusta Longbottom turned her seven year old nose up at the manky old hairbrush that her father held out to her. She did not want to touch it. Nun-uh. No way. Ever.

“Come on, Augusta,” said her father, thrusting it towards her, “you need to take it. The portkey is going to leave any second.”

Augusta shook her head. It was gross! It was all hairy, - there was probably gross stuff living inside it!

“If you don’t take it, you’ll be left behind,” her father teased.

“There’s dust on it!”

“No there isn’t. They’re just hair bugs.”

“EWWW!”

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 08:47 PM

Reading = Silly.

#41 Thestrals

“Daddyy,” Rufus demanded as he bent over a book one evening. His shaggy father, who also sat reading by the fire, grunted but did not look up.

“What are The Strals?” He asked, eyebrows narrowed and eye screwed up as he concentrated on the word in his book.

“I don’t know what you mean, boy.”

“They’re invisible,” Rufus Scrimgeour prompted. “The Stralls.

“Are you sure you’re saying it properly.”

“I did what you said. I broke up the word.”

“Do you, by any chance,” said Mr Scrimgeour, looking up from his paper finally, “mean a Thestral?”

“Yes, that.”

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 08:54 PM

Fears.

#9 Defence Against the Dark Arts

Stan Shunpike cowered in his bed at night. Although he was nine years old, he was still sucking his thumb. The reason for his terror tonight was caused by one, scary, eerie thing.

The dark.

He didn’t like that he couldn’t see what was lurking in the shadows at night, that he couldn’t see what was all around him. It was too dark, and he had nothing that would act as a defence against it.
Not even a torch.

Sob.

Stan curled up in a tight ball underneath his covers, and wrapped his arms around himself.

‘Twas scary, it was.

firenjen · 02-14-2010, 05:12 PM

No.

# 90 Present.

Hepzibah Smith, chubby and pink, looked down at the box with a greedy smile on her face. The box was beautifully wrapped, small in size and was delicately tied with a strip of emerald green ribbon. Hepzibah reached out a podgy pink hand hungrily towards it, and looked up to pout at her mother as she snatched it away.

“Not yet, Hep,” she said, grinning.

“But you said it was a present for me!” The five year old’s lower lip began to tremble.

“When you’re older,” said her mother, wagging a finger.

Hepzibah slumped down, still eyeing the present greedily.

firenjen · 02-16-2010, 11:39 AM

Fall.

#81 Depression

Walk, walk, walk.

Walk, walk, walk.

Walk, walk, wal- FALL.

Ted Tonks groped desperately in mid air, flailing about in the hope that something will be near enough for him to grab a hold of and so save him from falling, and bruising his baby bottom.

Which is why it SUCKED that he was in the middle of the kitchen, furthest away from anything in the entire room. He fell, uttering a soft “Umph!” He did not get up from the ground, but continued to sit there, waves of baby depression washing over him.

Only BIG cookies could cure this.

firenjen · 02-16-2010, 11:40 AM

Sun.

#74 X-tinguish

Xenophilius stopped scratching his five year old head, and stared up into the sky in alarm

OH MY GOD THE WORLD WAS ENDING!!

Xenophilius stared at it, shocked. The sky was on fire!! There was a big ball of fire burning away in the sky. How had he not noticed it before? Had anyone else noticed it? How did it get on fire, anyway?! He had to x-tinguish it. But how?! HE WAS ONLY FIVE!

Panicking now, he ran. Around in a circle. How this was going to help, he didn’t really know.

But it made him feel BETTER.

Yes.

firenjen · 02-16-2010, 11:48 AM

There are too many of these things to think of titles that are even half amusing.

#61 Kiss

Luna stared into the big blue eyes that belonged to her mother, and smiled a toothless smile. She was only a baby, but was already feeling those strong emotions connected to that of seeing the face of a loved one. He mother was all hers, and no one else’s. And she would look after her.

Well, when she could walk, at least.

Luna’s mother ducked her head and kissed her baby girls forehead. “When you’re nice and big,” she said, we’ll take you looking for crumple horned snorkacks, and plimpies, and all kinds of things.”

Luna grinned; her mother chuckled.

firenjen · 02-16-2010, 06:14 PM

See what i mean?.

#12 Charms

Evan Rosier watched the men in the rest of his family, in all their fine clothing, their expensive aftershaves, talking merrily and laughing with one another, ambery liquid swirling in one hand. They were charming (see how I fit that in there?) and Even declared that one day he should be charming too. He also resolved that it was best to start as early as possible, to ensure that he was the best gentleman he could be.

He started my watching the rest of the men as closely as he could, so that he could copy them.

He was determined.

firenjen · 02-17-2010, 03:20 PM

Spy.

#21 Veela

Little Wilkie Twycross will never forget the first time he set eyes on the strange visitors. He was eight years old, had a small mousy tuft of hair, and was about the size of a boy of half his age. He neither bothered about his appearance, nor anyone else’s.

The visitors, however, were fascinating. They were all hair flicky, and eyelash fluttery. This feeling mimicked in Wilkie’s stomach every time he thought about them. They weren’t like normal witches, but Wilkie had read about them, and he watched them in great admiration, (in secret, obviously).

They had to be Veela.

firenjen · 02-17-2010, 03:32 PM

Pendulum.

#66 Pace

Willy Wagstaff sat on his mothers lap, watching his father pace around the room. He seemed to be pondering something. But that wasn’t what had caught Willy’s attention. Nope. What had caught the four year old’s attention was the nice sninnny gold pocket watch that now dangled freely from the waist of his father’s waistcoat. It swung like a pendulum with each step, each turn, always keeping a steady pace. And Willy couldn’t take his eyes off it. It was so SHINY!

Gradually, Willy felt sleepy. And sleepier. Sleepier until-

Zonk.

Willy lay fast asleep on his mothers comfortable lap.

firenjen · 02-18-2010, 01:51 PM

Tumble.

#20 Hogsmead

There was some kind of unwritten tradition for the Boot family, that every Christmas eve they would go to Hogsmead, enter the Hog’s Head and have a family drink. Terry, though only young, loved this tradition. With his family gathered around him, presents being thrown at him.

Literally, in some cases. “Oi, Terry!” yelled an older cousin. “Catch!” Terry grinned and stretched out his arms, but the parcel was aimed a bit high. It hit Terry square on the nose and sent him tumbling backwards, off his chair and across the bar.

That particular cousin got a dungbomb for Christmas.

firenjen · 02-18-2010, 04:27 PM

Make it.

#70 Teem

The place, as per usual, was teeming. Arkie Alderton was being pulled away from shop windows and through the crowds by his now frustrated mother, as fast as his little stumpy legs would carry him. When a wizards, shouldering a fine broom, caught his eye. Arkie stopped, and resisted his mothers tugging. His eyes flowed the wizard back through the crowd. The broomstick was good, there was no denying it. But he bet he could make a better one.

“Mummy,” he said, walking again. “Buy me some sticks? And some wood? Pleeeeaseeeeeeeee? Now please.”

She tutted and dragged him onwards.

firenjen · 02-18-2010, 04:36 PM

Hideeeee.

#33 Classroom

Bertram Aubrey slammed the classroom door behind him hastily and leant up against it, breathing in heavily and wiping the sweat that had gathered from his heavy brow. How was this happening already? It was his first day! And already he was being bullied by some pretty boy and his mate. Well, hopefully he had lost them by now.

That’s when he heard footsteps approaching the door. “Come on out, Berty,” Sirius called, “we just want to play with youuu.”

“No!” shouted Bertram, placing a chair against the door before inching away himself. “Go away!”

“Well that’s not very nice.”

firenjen · 02-18-2010, 05:07 PM

Shut it.

#56 Fight

Ludovic Bagman watched his parents with a frown on his face, and a deep wrinkle set between his brow. There was even a hint of a pout of that chubby pink face. He absently tugged on a tuft of yellow hair. They were fighting again. Ludo did NOT laike it!

He threw back his blonde chubby head and let out a screaming cry. The noise stopped his parents, and both turned to look at him.

“What is it, sweetie?” said his mother.

Ludo stared at them sternly. “Shut it! Now!” he roared, uncharacteristically.

The Bagman’s stared at their baby boy.

firenjen · 02-19-2010, 11:26 AM

Far. Close..

#23 Telescope

Things were BIG.

Now they were titchy again.

Close. Far. Close. Far.

Bathilda spun round the telescope and fitted it to her eye once more.

How. Was. It. Doing. That!

She scratched her nose, sniffed and considered the apparatus once more. The telescope was deep purple in colour, long, and very heavy. Her forehead creased in frustration. There had to be an explanation behind it, didn’t there? Yes there did. And she would find it. She would!

Right after a little nap though. It could wait, and Bathilda was sleepy. She shut her eyes and snuggled up tightly.‘Twas cosy.

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