Text Cut: Prompts

1. Herbology
2. Muggle Studies
3. Transfiguration
4. Ancient Runes
5. Astronomy
6. Divination
7. Care of Magical Creatures
8. Potions
9. Defense Against the Dark Arts
10. Arithmancy
11. History of Magic
12. Charms
13. Quidditch
14. Hogwarts, A History
15. Room
16. Dragonhide gloves
17. Cauldron
18. Whomping Willow
19. Wand
20. Hogsmeade
21. Veela
22. Kneazle
23. Telescope
24. House elf
25. Sorting Hat
26. Quill
27. Owl
28. Timeturner
29. Pensieve
30. Feast
31. Dress robes
32. Common room
33. Classroom
34. Parseltongue
35. Pureblood
36. Muggle
37. Animagus
38. Patronus
39. Duel
40. Spell
41. Thestrals
42. Portraits
43. Headmaster
44. Ford Anglia
45. Torch
46. Dungeon
47. Portkey
48. Leprechaun
49. Yule Ball
50. Boggart
51. Act
52. Bore
53. Chase
54. Dare
55. Egg on
56. Fight
57. Gape
58. Hoot
59. Ignore
60. Joke
61. Kiss
62. Lope
63. Mooch
64. Nap
65. Ooze
66. Pace
67. Quell
68. Roar
69. Slap
70 Team.
71. Untie
72. Vex
73. Warn
74. x-tinguish
75. Yodel
76. Zap
77. Cheerful
78. Author's choice
79. Author's Choice
80. Author's Choice
81. Depression
82. Careful
83. Fearful
84. Angry
85. Snappish
86. Daring
87. Plaid
88. Sweet Tooth
89. Past
90. Present
91. Future
92. Chocolate
93. Chicken
94. Allergic
95. Snowball
96. Socks
97. Dictionary
98. Pyjamas
99. Newspaper
100. Homework

Disclaimer: The HP universe belongs to J. K Rowling.

She had a fantastic night

It would be the first of many for the young socialite.

Paris rolled over in her bed as the sun danced across her face. Fantastic night, yes. Early morning after said fantastic night, no.

Up she got to start her day. A light breakfast, a high impact workout. A figure a diva must keep, is her mantra.

Into her dressing room she went to pick out the clothes for the day. A statement must be made after the night she had.

A yellow Maxie dress she wore. To open the door to fetch, a newspaper.

Paris pushed open the door to the bedroom, softly.

The sight before her eyes broke her heart. She could never blink it away. The tears would never wash it away.

Her mother was staring ahead at the wall, but not seeing anything there. Her father kneeling before his wife, imploring her back to reality.

It was the day after the funeral. Paris’ sister that would never be. The whole family mourned.

Even Paris.

She walked into the room and sat at her mother’s feet. Her father’s eyes were filled with tears.

She hugged them both and let the tears fall

Paris was lined up behind all the other first years. The little Greenwood wasn’t nervous.
There was no question in her mind.

Paris always knew what her destiny was and just how she was going to get there.

Her name rang out in the Great Hall and she loved all the stares that accompanied her walk to the Sorting Hat.

She sat down and the hat went down upon her head.

“There’s ambition and cunning. And a burning drive. I see.” the hat whispered.

“Put me in Slytherin, that’s where I’m going to be.”

“Hmm, well Slytherin it shall be.”

She stood at the end of the table. Her wand drawn

The boy on the other end eyed her closely. He was a unknown Hufflepuff.
Well many of the yellow menaces were unknown to her.

He had no idea who he was messing with. But if he wanted to call her out. Paris would accept the challenge.

He was a seventh year confident he could take down the fourth year.

Paris saw the corners of his mouth tug for the incantation of a nonverbal.

She smirked and ducked, firing her own spell. It knocked him back off the table.

Hufflepuffs....

It was her sixteenth birthday party.

And Paris does a party right. The right people, the right music, the right food.

And the right entrance. Paris never just walked into a party. She arrived. Tonight was the arrival of her life.

A phoenix sat perched in a gilded cage. The music pulsed and the crowd turned, the bird gave a mighty squawk and burst into flames to be reborn again. However in the ashes stood a magnificent golden egg, twinkling.

The egg cracked and out stepped Paris Greenwood. The crowd gasped, “Take a picture. I can’t hold this pose forever.”

It took a lot to impress Paris Greenwood.

However today the pint sized diva was in awe of the sight before her.

She was on a private tour of the chocolate factory of the Bertie Bott empire. She could cross it off her bucket list.

“Oh daddy,” she squealed with excitement. This was the best present he had ever given her.

It was a magical day and an awesome end to her 18th birthday. Going home was bittersweet.

Walking into her bedroom a single present sat upon her bed. Paris opened the box and smiled, a solitary chocolate diamond ring.