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100 Drabbles for a Spazzy Dyslexic Ginger - Sa13+ 100 Drabbles for a Spazzy Dyslexic Ginger - Sa13+ http://www.snitchseeker.com/members/...go-1-13669.jpg Hello there! :hello: I'm Thal and have decided to take shot at writing 100 drabbles for Ron and Hermione's son, Hugo, the way I always think of him to be. Soooo here we go... :woot: Disclaimer: I don't own the wizarding world or Hugo Weasley and most of the other characters included in this. They're the property of J.K. Rowling. :yes: Themes: #36 Muggle Pre Hogwarts “VROOOOOOOOOOM!” Hugo yelled, racing his toy car up the banister of the stairs. Suddenly a door swung open and pounding footsteps came to the stairs. There was his big sis with her hands on her hips. “MUMMY MAKE HIM STOP! I CAN'T READ WITH THE RACKET HE'S MAKING!” No answer. He continued racing his car. This time on the wall. “Gosh Hugo. With all of the muggle stuff you have, why don't we just call you one?” “With all of the tattling you do, why don't we call just you a prat?” Hugo asked innocently. “So immature,” Rose muttered, and walked back to her room, slamming the door shut. |
#13 Quidditch Age: 12 years Hugo sat on the grass watching his cousins and sister play Quidditch. It was unfortunate he sucked, but he wouldn't complain about it. “COME ON FRED! HIT THAT BLUDGER REEEEAAAALLLL GOOD,” he shouted, watching as the game really started to heat up. The ginger was on his feet jumping up and down. CRAAACK. The bludger flew and.... SMACK! It hit him square in the face. “OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” he yelped. Everyone playing landed and ran toward the bloody nosed boy. “I guess I hit it too good,” Fred commented with a shake of his head. |
#1 Herbology Age: 16 “Hugo, get over yourself and stop acting like a freak,” Lily whispered to him, standing in front of her potted flitterbloom. “But what if he finds out Lily?” he whispered back nervously. “There's no way. Now be my partner and help me replant this thing.” Suddenly a hand clapped him on the shoulder and he dropped the plant. His heart was pounding in his chest when he saw it was Professor Longbottom. “You're rather jumpy today Mr. Weasley. Everything alright?” “Brilliant,” he answered hastily. Then Lily gave him a look that indicated: He doesn't know you're dating his daughter. Relief. |
#73 Warn Age: 13 “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! !!” came a high pitched scream from upstairs. Hugo looked up from his DS for a second and then back down to his game. “Rose! What's wrong?” called his mum, muting the telly. “Probably saw a spider again,” muttered his dad. Hermione whacked him on the leg. Pounding footsteps echoed down the stairs and then appeared an orange looking Rose. He muffled a laugh and heard his dad do the same. “Looking for this?” He held up a timer. “Payback for breaking my Black Ops game.” “YOU LITTLE PRAT” “Don't say I didn't warn you so,” he smirked. |
#21 Veela Age: 14 Hugo sat lazily on one of the slouchy old arm chairs in the Gryffindor common room munching away on chocolate frogs. Boy did he love his chocolate frogs. They kept him goin... He glanced up and that's when he noticed Lily standing there. She looked....different?? “What's on your face? And why is your skirt so short? Trying to look like a veela or something?” he questioned in between chews. “It's called make up silly and I can wear whatever length skirt I want.” Hugo frowned in confusion. Since when did Lily wear make up? |
#6 Divination Age: 13 “Mr. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, MR. WEASLEY,” repeated a distant voice. Then he was smacked on the head by a book and he snapped wide awake. “Whaa---who---where am I?” he asked in confusion, looking around at the students staring and chuckling. “You happen to be in Divination class Mr. Weasley,” said Professor Patil. “Really?” He looked across his table to see Lysander Scamander holding his book. “I mean... pshhh I totally knew that.” Professor Patil rolled her eyes. “Just like your father,” she said to herself, walking back to the center of the classroom. |
#24 House Elf Age: 8 Ron almost choked on the coffee he was drinking. “Shhhhhh keep your voice down son,” he warned, setting down his coffee and the Daily Prophet in his hands. “Why? Xavier has one. He says he doesn't ever have to do anything because of it.” Ron raised an eyebrow. “Well Hugo, Xavier's mum isn't the Head of helping house elves at the Ministry is she?” “No. At least I don't think so.” “It just so happens yours is.” Hugo pouted. |
#84 Angry Age: 15 “MALFOY!!!” Hugo hollered, trotting down the hall with Al and Lily following behind. “What do you want Weasley?” “WHAT DO YOU THINK I WANT? YOU BLOODY MURDERED MY SISTER!!” he cried accusingly. “McLaggen was the one who hit her in the head with the bludger, not me. But now that I think about it, it's a shame he didn't kill her. At least Hogwarts would be free of another ginger,” he sneered. Hugo's ears burned red. “WHY I OUGHTA---” He flew toward him with balled fists. Albus and Lily ran to hold him back “See yah prick,” Scorpius smirked, and walked past them all with his usual Malfoy air. |
#91 Future Age: 17 Hugo felt a sense of despair as he stood on the stage set up for Hogwarts graduation. In a way, it reminded him of when muggles graduated. All of them wore a cap and gown and got to walk across the stage to receive a diploma. He looked out to find familiar faces of family and friends in the crowd. It was hard to believe he was actually going to graduate. His mum was crying, dad had a grin on his, and Rose's fingers were intertwined with Scorpius's beside her. “Hugo Arthur Weasley,” Headmaster Spangle announced. Cheers erupted in the crowd. He stepped forward, careful not to trip over his feet, and ready to embrace his future. |
#81 Depression Age: 15 “Lysander, where's Hugo?” Rose asked, shockingly worried for once. There had been no sight of the little ginger freak all day. “He's up in our dorm,” the blonde answered. Rose slowly walked up the stairs to the boy's dormitories and creaked the 5th year boy's door open. “Hugo?” she asked softly. That's when she noticed a figure with it's arms around it's knees and head down. “Huey?” No reply. The girl walked over to the bed and gently lowered herself onto it. Hugo suddenly looked up with tears spilling down his cheeks and asked, “Why did she have to die?!” Referring to Grandma Granger. The siblings sat there in silence with only choked sobs echoing the empty room. |
#71 Untie Age: 12 It was the last day of classes at Hogwarts and the Scamander twins and Hugo were more than thrilled to be done with the crappy school work. They had come up with a plan at breakfast to do something memorable, then once classes were dismissed, their plan was put into action. All three of the boy's untied their school ties and retied them around their heads. Then they started running down the halls screaming, “FREEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOM!” receiving looks that probably meant 'You three are freaks'. Haha but it's not like they didn't already know it. ^_______^ |
#22 Kneazle Age: 15 It was after hours to be out of your house, but that wasn't going to stop Hugo Weasley. He walked along an empty corridor, or so he thought was empty, until he saw another person out too. It was Alice Longbottom. “Alice, what are you doing?” “Looking for my pet kneazle Sully. He escaped again and I'm so worried about him,” she explained soberly. “Do you want some help?” “Sure.” They walked along quietly when Alice asked, “What's your reason for being out here?” “Can't sleep. Ever since my Gran died it's been a hassle.” “I'm sorry,” she whispered, and placed her hand in his tentatively. He smiled in the darkness. |
#39 Duel Age: 13 “So we meet again Mr. Longlegs,” Hugo remarked, pacing back and forth with his wand. “I would have expected you to stay away from my cousin the first time we encountered each other. Taught you quite the lesson didn't I?” “Come on Hugo!! Get him already!” she cried in fear. “Yah hear that? My cousin's still terrified of you.” He spoke to him in his 'cool' voice. “I challenge you to a duel.” “No Hugo! Don't do it! Please don't kill him!” Lily pleaded. “Too intimidated to speak eh? In that case....STUPEFY,” he shouted and pointed his wand at him. The spider fell over, motionless. |
#31 Dress Robes Age: 14 “Eugh what are these?” Hugo asked in disgust, pulling some sort of freakish suit thing out of a box his parent's sent him. DID HE SEE RUFFLES? Attached to the box was a note that read: I wore these when I was your age Huey. Have fun. - Dad Lysander burst out in laughter. “Dude those are hideous. It looks like something nargles would be attracted to.” Hugo was horrified. THESE WERE HIS DRESS ROBES? “I'm not going.” “You have to! You swore on it.” He dropped the robes. Alice would never go with him in now. x____________x |
#58 Hoot Age: 14 (continuation of the last drabble) The ginger boy stood behind his friends in embarrassment as other students filed into the elaborately decorated Great Hall. When it was time for the prefects and their dates to be announced, the crowd split in half to make way. Alice hadn't seen him yet so right now everything was so far so good. That was until his friend's started wolf-whistling and hooting as one of the prefects walked by. THAT ONE PREFECT BEING HIS OLDER SISTER!! Rose rolled her eyes dismissively. “Are you TRYING to ruin my life?” he asked all of them. “What? She's hot,” Xavier remarked. Others nodded in agreement. He stood there speechless. Barf. |
#82 Careful Age: 9 The little ginger boy carefully pushed a kitchen chair to the counter, and got on top of it, reaching for the cookie jar. His mummy and daddy were outside degnoming the garden and Rose was in her room. He took a chocolate chip cookie out of the jar and started munching on it. Being sneaky was fun. “What do you think you're doing?!” That was until your big sister caught you. “Eating a cookie Rosie Posie,” he teased, sticking out his tongue with chewed cookie on it. “Ewww! Close your mouth Huey Pooey.” “Don't call me that!” He didn't like being referred to as poo. “HUEY POOEY!” Rose laughed as she walked out of the kitchen. |
#5 Astronomy Age: 13 “What are you doing here again” Hugo heard a female voice behind him as he sat on the Astronomy Tower. He'd know that voice anywhere. It was Alice. She came to take a seat beside him. “I'm trying to map out the constellations we were assigned,” he explained. “Didn't you say that last time? We were assigned that a week ago.” He fidgeted uncomfortably. Merlin's would it be humiliating to admit he couldn't find them. Strangely enough, it was if Alice understood his problem. “I can help if you like.” The blonde girl laid down on her back and looked at the stars. Hugo followed suit. “Thanks,” he softly said, glancing over at her. |
#57 Gape Age: 14 The 4th year Gryffindor boys sat in their dorm, everyone on or around Callan Finnigan's bed. It was their usual chick discussion of the week. “So what do you all think of Brynn Nott, huh?” asked Nate Abercrombie. “Totally hot,” Callan mused, with agreeing nods from the other guys. “Did you see how short her skirt was on Wednesday?” “Too bad she's a complete bimbo,” Hugo added. He had heard stories from Albus. “Doesn't bother me much mate,” Nate shrugged. “What about you Scamander? Who you fancying?” Hugo looked at his friend quizzically. “To be honest...Lily Potter” The ginger's jaw literally dropped to the ground. |
#59 Ignore Age: 14 “Come on Hugo. What's the matter? Why won't you talk to me?” James asked, catching up to him in one of the crowded corridors. “Is this about Alice? Oh god Hugo, get over that for cripe sake!” “You knew how I feel about her. I can't believe you'd snog her,” the boy replied with clenched teeth. He was so p-oed. “I swear I had no idea you fancied her!” James grabbed the back of Hugo's robes, pulling him backward. “Why don't you just SHOVE OFF YOU BLOODY IDIOT!” he yelled, turning around and punching him in the face. The people in the corridor stopped when they saw the scene unfolding. James held his nose in shock. “MOVE,” Hugo exclaimed, pushing past people. |
#19 Wand Age: 11 “Hugo, listen to me very carefully,” Rose began, glaring down at him with her hands on her hips. “Stop. Breaking. My. Wand,” she said enunciated quite clearly and slowly. “I'm sorry Rosie!” he cried, working hard to avoid eye contact with her. It's been said looks could kill, and Rose's looks had been known to do that. “Mum and dad can't just keep buying me wands! They cost money! Plus I was finally starting to get attached to this one,” she lectured on. He turned his head a tiny bit to see her holding the snapped in half wand. He didn't think scratching your back with it would do that much damage.... |
#42 Portraits Age: 11 Little 11 year old Hugo walked up moving staircases to get to the Gryffindor common room. It was his first night here and he was quite scared to be searching for his house alone. He had stayed a little too long eating food at the feast. “Is that the new Weasley boy? Son of the famous Ron and Hermione?” asked a voice above. Hugo froze. “Who said that?” he asked quickly. “I do believe it is.” “Was it you?” the ginger asked pointing to a suit of armor. “He certainly inherited his father's brains.” “Oi! Up here Weasley!” Hugo looked up at the portraits talking to him in awe. Like WHOA. |
#64 Nap Age: 5 Tiny tots, Rose and Hugo Weasley sat in the living room of their home while their mummy made dinner and dad was taking a nap. The children were coloring with markers in coloring books, lying on their stomachs. “Huey, let's give daddy a mustache,” Rose whispered with a giggle. “Okay,” Hugo agreed, returning the giggle. The little boy obeyed everything his big sister said they should do. He took a green marker and she took a purple, then walked over to their father. Rose gave Ron a french mustache with a goatee and Hugo colored a unibrow. Hugo gave Rose a high five and both of the children went back to resume their coloring like nothing ever happened. |
#72 Vex Age: 16 Exactly 6 foot Hugo sat studying at one of the study tables in the library working on a Charms essay. It was a lot more peaceful in here compared to the Gryffindor common room. “HI HUEY!” screeched a loud girlish voice. Sadly for him, there was nowhere he could go to escape Briony McLaggen, daughter of Cormac and Lavendar. He looked up at the girl sitting on the table in front of him. “Briony...you need to bloody leave me alone,” he stated in a slow manner for her to understand. Hugo packed his stuff up speedily and hurried out of the library. Truth was. Briony vexed him. In all ways possible. |
#54 Dare Age: 13 Hugo had always loved playing truth and dare. At least he did until James ruined it for him. The ginger boy had to ignore the laughing and stares as he walked from the Gryffindor common room to the Great Hall for dinner. It wasn't as if the laughing and stares was something new to him, but this was totally different. Upon reaching the Great Hall, he went directly to the closest table and got on top of it. “Attention everyone!” he shouted. The hall got strangely silent besides the dying-of-laughter Slytherins. “I am a BANANA!” Silence. “Thank you, that is all.” He got off the table and walked casually out through the doors, listening to sudden laughter as he went. Never would James make him dress up in a banana costume again. |
#9 Defense Against the Dark Arts Age: 13 “....and we have a special guest that will be teaching all DADA classes this week. Please give a warm welcome to none other than Head Auror, Harry Potter himself!” announced Headmaster Spangle. Hugo watched as Uncle Harry walked up beside the Headmaster and waved to the students in the Great Hall. Cheers of joy and enthusiasm erupted. He looked to see James cringing slightly, Albus playing with his cereal, and Lily beside him, playing with her hair. Hahah that meant there was only one thing to do... “WOOOOOOOOOOT! GO UNCLE HARRY! I LOOOVE YOU!” he screamed wildly. Lily punched him in the arm. “Shut up Hugo! You're sooo embarrassing.” Hah that's what cousins were for. |
#53 Chase Age: 12 Summer family get-togethers were always a blast in Hugo's opinion. He loved the camping trips, homemade popsicles, Quidditch games, and cornhole competitions. All of it. The one thing he didn't like is when Louis Weasley decided to invade his room. His strawberry blonde haired cousin stood before him holding his sock monkey. “Louis, give me back Mr. Monkey Man and no one get's hurt,” Hugo said in a dangerously low voice. “If you want him back...” He dangled the monkey. “..then you have to...” Pause. “CATCH ME!” and Louis darted out of the house. “YOU ASKED FOR IT PAL!” |
#25 Sorting Hat Age: 11 Hugo stood in the mass of 1st years, shaking from fear and excitement. He watched as the legendary Sorting Hat placed student after student in their appropriate house. “Scamander, Lysander.” He watched as his second best friend made his way to the stool and the hat was placed on his head. His twin, Lorcan, had just been placed in Ravenclaw. “GRYFINNDOR!” He clapped with everyone else. “Weasley, Hugo.” Merlin's beard. He tripped over his feet on the way up, and Uncle Neville caught him. The boy sat down on the stool and waited for the hat to make it's decision. You could be a fine Hufflepuff you know. “PLEASE NO!” Hugo begged. Very well. “GRYFFINDOR!” |
#27 Owl Age: 9 an 1/2 Hugo stood with his family on Platform 9 and ¾. The Weasley's and Potter's were saying their goodbyes to Rose, Albus, James, and Victoire, but mostly Rose and Al. It was their first time going to Hogwarts! “Al?” Hugo asked as the dark haired boy looked over his luggage for the 3rd time. “Yeah Huey?” “Why do you have a ferret?” It greatly confused him. You rarely ever saw someone with that kind of pet that attended Hogwarts. Albus chuckled a little to himself. “Because owls are overrated. Think out of the box when you pick a pet.” The ginger boy smiled. He sure knew what he was gettin'. |
#96 Socks Age: 5 “Here Rose. Open this present!” Hugo smiled widely, handing her a box obviously wrapped by himself. Rose tore off the wrapping paper and saw...a pair of socks. The excited look on her face fell straight off. Hugo clapped and asked, “Don't you love them?!” They were pink with unicorns all over them. “Hugo picked those out all by himself Rose,” Hermione added in her motherly tone which meant you-better-say-something-nice. “Ehh...oh yeah..they're amazing,” she said in a forced way. “YAAAAY! I KNEW YOU WOULD!” the little boy shouted, throwing his arms around her neck. |
#40 Spell Age: 13 “What are you working on Weasley?” asked a dreary voice. Hugo looked up from his parchment to see none other than Scorpius himself. For the love of god. “Homework.” “Hah I hear you can't spell a single word,” taunted the snake. “Who told you that?” he demanded. “Rose.” Whaaa----Rose would never make fun of his slow learning. Wait...there was those few, okay more than few, times she could be cruel and unusual. “Oh yeah? Well your mum.” Random, yes, but who cares? “What's that got—” Scorpius began in confusion. “Shut up and get out of here Malfoy,” Hugo demanded. |
#14 Hogwarts, A History Age: 12 Hugo laid on the couch, Hogwarts, A History: The Revised Edition opened in his hands, reading, or as best he could, about the battle his parent's fought in. Sometimes it worried him another dark wizard like Voldemort would rise up and the wizarding world would be unprepared. “You okay son?” The boy jumped and dropped the book. Dad. Had his concerned look really been that noticeable? “Dad...” he started. “The wizarding world won't ever be jeopardized by dark wizards again will it?” Ron stood there a moment, thinking. “No Hugo, never again.” “Promise?” “Promise.” And that was enough to settle his fears. |
#66 Pace Age: 16 Hugo anxiously paced back an forth in the kitchen of his home, his parent's, sister, and friends all sitting around the table or on top of it. OWL results were being delivered to the past 5th years, and since he was the last letter of the alphabet in their class, he was the last to know what he got. No one spoke a word. “Hugo look!” Rose suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the window. A gray feather owl landed with his results attached. Everyone jumped to their feet and he sprinted to the owl, quickly untying the parchment. His eyes scanned over the results and.... “I PASSED!” He was grinning ear to ear. A celebration was in place. |
#85 Snappish Age: 16 “Hugo!” Lily hollered, chasing him down the corridor. She caught the back of his robes and yanked. “Gaaaah...Lily what do you want?! he asked, straightening back out his robes. “Can you pleeeease help me practice for Quidditch?” “You know I suck,” he snapped. She frowned at him. “What's got your boxers in a twist?” The boy sighed and looked at his feet. “It's come to that time of the month when–“ “I thought boys didn't have a time of the month?” Hugo wanted to smack himself in the forehead. |
#32 Common Room Age: 14 “Rosieeeeeeee,” Hugo drew out, plopping himself down on an armchair next to the couch she sat on in the Gryffindor common room. “What do you want dork?” “Have you ever performed an unforgivable curse?” Rose's eyebrows narrowed and she shut her book. “No and I certainly never plan on it.” “I bet Malfoy has,” he muttered with dark eyes. “You think Scorpius does everything illegal.” The redhead girl rolled her eyes. “That's cause he does!” came his protest. “Whatever little bro,” she answered nonchalantly, picking up another book and opening it. |
#43 Headmaster Age: 12 Oh gosh. Oh gosh. Oh gosh. Hugo was currently scared out of his wits. This was the first time he had ever had to go to the Headmaster's office. There were a lot of things in life he wasn't scared of, but there was something about authority that scared a 12 year old. “Good afternoon Mr. Weasley,” spoke a voice behind him, causing a yelp to escape from his throat. “Goo—Good afternoon Headmaster,” he whispered, glaring at his shaking hands. He figured they would stop shaking if he did this long enough. “You're not here because you're in trouble Hugo. You're here merely because I wish to speak about your academics with you.” A small breath of relief came out of his mouth. |
#20 Hogsmeade Age: 17 Hugo Weasley pretended to be looking for a book in the bookshop that resided in Hogsmeade. Instead he was eavesdropping on Alice and one of her friend's. Every time he heard her giggle, he smiled to himself. Then the chatting came to an unusual halt. “Peeping on me again, are you Hugo?” Alice asked, appearing at the end of the aisle. Surprised by this out of the blue appearance, the young man knocked into a shelf of books and they fell to the ground. “Blimey Alice,” he stated. “How'd you know?” “Girl's are just intuitional like that.” Hugo's ears turned crimson. |
#88 Sweet Tooth Age: 10 Hugo squinted as a bright light shown over his face. “Let's take a look at those teeth,” he heard Grandpa Granger say. The boy opened wide and some weird dental instrument went into his mouth. He hated being at the dentist, but mum insisted it was important to maintain healthy teeth. The light was shut off and his chair was tilted back up. He watched as his grandpa scanned over the x-rays taken of his teeth. “How are they dad?” his mum asked, who was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. “Do you only feed this boy sugar dear? He has almost 5 cavities.” Hermione cocked an eyebrow at her son as Hugo slowly sunk down in the chair. He was in loads of trouble. |
#76 Zap Age: 15 Furthermore, the reason why muggles use ovens and toasters is because.... BUZZZZZZ.... “What the—,” Hugo muttered, looking up from his Muggle Studies essay. BUZZZZZ.. “Get away you stupid fly,” he said, swatting around him. ...is because they're a lot more efficient... BUZZZZZZ... He flinched as the buzzing noise went right past his ear. “I'm trying to work on this essay buddy. Now just go buzz off,” he told it, his anger rising. BUZZZZ... “THAT'S IT!” The boy whipped out his wand and pointed it at the fly which had landed on the windowsill. ZAP! “That's what you get for messin' with Hugo Weasley.” |
#52 Bore Age: 15 "And then Scorpius made eye contact with me and his eyes were sooooo gorgeous," Lily emphasized, in her freaking out sort of tone. Hugo wished he had his Gameboy with him at the moment. He looked over at Lysander and held up two fingers to his head, pulling the fake trigger. "Oh and after that---" "Lils just shut up already, no one really wants to hear your lame stories about Malfoy," Lysander said exasperated. Lily stuck out her lower lip in a pout. "Fine then, I'll go tell them to Rose." At least they'd finally be free of the psycho girl. |
#55 Egg On Age: 13 This day couldn't get any better. The stupid 5th years had been busy with they're OWLs, and that left Hugo the day to plot an evil scheme with Lorcan and Lysander. The evil scheme of course involving Malfoy. He peered over the Astronomy Tower and saw 5th years walking out through the doors onto the grounds, exams done for the day. “When I saw 'throw' throw okay?” the redhead asked. The twins nodded. Then the blonde appeared and Hugo screeched, “THROOOOOOOW!” All three of the boys dumped their bucket of eggs on the Slytherin. |
#68 Roar (continuuuued) Age: 13 The boy's burst out in laughter as the egg covered boy. Scorpius ran a hand down his face and looked up at them. All three ducked in cover. “WEASLEEEEEEEY!” Scorpius roared. “I KNOW YOU BLOODY DID THIS!” Hugo peeped his head over the side of the tower and replied, “That's payback for messing with Rose and Lily!” Student's were stopping to watch the scene unfold. “I CAN'T FREAKIN' STAND LILY!” he shouted. Hugo rolled his eyes and sank back down. It was probably the truth, but whatever. It was Malfoy and that was a good excuse. |
#46 Dungeon (continuuued again) Age: 13 “This is your bloody fault,” Scorpius muttered, eying the ginger who sat in the desk beside him. “I'm not talking to you,” Hugo hissed back. Detention really wasn't all that bad. In fact, it was sort of worth it the more he thought about it. Malfoy was in it with him because of being 'disruptive' or something. “You're an idiot Weasley. Complete moron. And I want you to know that I snogged your sister's face off,” taunted the blonde. Hugo clenched his fist and turned to him, holding it high, only remembering then that a shield was between them. Sometimes teachers knew what they needed to do. |
#99 Newspaper Age: 12 It sucked that Malfoy had to join them for Christmas. It sucked even more that Lily spent the whole time stalking him. He should have stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays. Would have been a whole lot better then being stuck with this. Right now he laid on the couch, holding the newspaper over his face. “...you've got to make a move mate,” he heard Al say. “Don't chicken out again.” “Yeah, but when?” Malfoy replied. “New Year's? Christmas Eve?” Albus suggested. “HUGO COME WASH THE DISHES!” his mother called. Both boy's stared at him as he put down the newspaper. Damn it. |
#83 Fearful Age: 12 “Hugo, how do we get out of here?” Alice asked in a small, scared voice. “We...we just have to follow the trail,” he answered nervously. Although he was trying to act brave for the both of them. This was the last time he ventured into the Forbidden Forest without adult supervision. Alice squeezed his hand tightly. “I'm scared,” she said. “So am I,” came his reply in her tone. It was dark and weird noises could be heard. What if they got lost and were never found? What if something killed them? They both jumped when a small animal shot across the trail. Gulp. |
#86 Daring (continuuued) Age: 12 Alice came to a halt and the boy looked at her in confusion. “I just realized that if I died in here, I'd die without having my first kiss.” Hugo's face was pure bewilderment. Was kissing that important to a girl? Gross. “Listen, if it means so much to you...” and will make you move. He couldn't believe he was saying this... “I'll kiss you.” “Really? You'd do that?” He shrugged. Why not? He had never had his first kiss either. Plus Rose always went on about it. It was a friend doing a friend a favor. Not to mention he was a quite daring Gryffindor occasionally. |
#61 Kiss (continued again) Age: 12 He had seen married family member's kiss and people at school. It didn't look that complicated. Alice stood there, waiting for him to make a move he realized. Erm..yes, okay. The redhead leaned forward and BONK. His forehead hit hers. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I've never exactly done this.” The girl nodded which he took as acceptance of his apology. Hugo leaned forward once more and gently pressed his lips against hers for maybe 5 seconds, then pulled back a bit dazed. The blonde girl smiled at him. “You aren't all bad of a kisser. Now let's go make it out of here alive.” She took his hand once more and pulled him along. Wow. |
#92 Chocolate Age: 20 “I am pleased to present for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Scorpius Malfoy.” The wedding guests clapped and hooted in joy and enthusiasm for the happy couple. Hugo just sat in his seat with a scowl on his face and watched as Scorpius picked up his sister and carried her down the aisle. They deserved no clapping. He would never accept the fact Rose was now a Malfoy. His mother nudged him so he clapped his hands together twice then let them fall back to his sides. The only reason he was here was for the chocolate fountain. No lie. |
#15 Room (continued) Age: 20 The wedding reception wasn't as fabulous as he hoped it would be so he decided to take solitude in the family room of his house. That's when he heard the door to the house slam closed and he looked to see Rose in her white dress. “You're ruining this wedding you know!” she cried, stopping in front of him on the couch. “You're ruining your life,” he snapped back bitterly. Rose took a deep breath and turned her head away from him. “Way to let me down as always Hugo.” Those words stung. |
#56 Fight (continueed once moore) Age: 20 “He doesn't deserve a chance and he never will.” “He's different twerp! Less of a moron. Dad's given him a chance Huey. Please can you do the same for me?” she begged. “Why should I?” the redhead retorted, standing up to tower over his sister. “Because....because....” she stuttered, balling up her fists. “BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO BE AN UNCLE.” Hugo suddenly looked at her in shock. “What did you just say?” he asked, not sure if he had heard her right. “I'm pregnant Huey,” she whispered and began to cry. |
“To start class off, can anyone tell me what a boggart is?” Harry asked. A few hands went shyly up into the air. Hugo obviously knew what it was, but felt too lazy to answer. “Yes you,” said his uncle, pointing at a Hufflepuff. “Isn't it something you pick out of your nose?” Oh Merlin's saggy pants. Hugo and the rest of the class broke out in muffled laughter. That kid was so a muggleborn. Lysander pounded on the desk beside him. “Umm...I'm afraid you've confused the term boggart with booger.” Pshh...loser. |
#63 Mooch Age: 12 “Hugo, stop mooching sentences off my card,” Rose whispered angrily. “I don't get why dad won't just let me sign my name at the end of your card.” “He wants mum to get heartfelt cards from both of us. Not just my heartfeltness and you being a lazy butt,” she explained, turning away from him, pulling her card with her. Why did mum even need a heartfelt card? She knew he loved her plenty enough. He erased his previous sentences he stole off Rose's card and wrote: Dear Mum, I love you. Happy Mother's Day. Love, Hugo |
#63 Lope Age: 17 17 year old ginga boy loped down one of the corridor halls as fast as he could. He was gonna die, he was was gonna die, he was SO going to die. Hugo looked over his shoulder to see her coming. Right when he turned his head to look in front of him... SMACK. He was lying on top of Headmaster Spangle who had fallen to the ground. “Oh...erm...I'm so sorry Headmaster!” he apologized, quickly getting to his feet and running again. “HUGO ARTHUR WEASLEY! I AM PERSONALLY GOING TO RING YOUR THROAT!” he heard his little redhead vixen cousin threaten. |
#69 Slap (continuuued) Age: 17 Gaaah...Hugo couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't keep running. It was time for him to stop and accept his too-soon death. He heard Lily's footsteps stop behind him and as he turned around to face her... SLAP! He cringed a little and felt stinging. “HOW COULD YOU ANNOUNCE TO THE WHOLE GRYFFINDOR HOUSE WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT BETWEEN LYSANDER AND I?!” she bellowed, tears starting to stream down her face. He said nothing. Mainly because he didn't know what to say. When she raised her hand again, he thought he was going to be slapped, but it never came. Instead, her arms wrapped around him and she cried into his shirt. It was about time he stopped doing moronic things to his best friends. |
#34 Parseltongue Age: 15 “You mean to say that's really how your uncle spoke to snakes?” asked a brand spanken new firstie, as Hugo finished his hissing noises. “Swear on my mother's life,” he answered with a nod. The kid looked at him in awe. “That's. Awesome.” Hugo shrugged with a satisfied look on his face. “It just comes naturally.” He sat up a little bit in his chair. “Oh and watch out for Scorpius Malfoy,” he warned. “The bloke's a bloody prat. He'll hex the parseltonuge right outta you.” The firstie's eyes widened. “Reaaaaaalllyyy?” “Yeah, but as long as you tell him you're friends with me, he should hold the hex back.” Hah lieeeeee. It was fun lying to little kids. |
#97 Dictionary It was his turn to use the invisibility cloak. No one knew it besides him.Age: 16 And that happened to be the exact reason he had skipped Potions, forced a firstie to tell him the Slytherin password, then pranced straight into the Slytherin common room. No one asked why he was there. It might have been the fact he was a 6th year, or there was that other possibility that he was carrying 8 pound dictionary. That book could knock you out cold. His crime proved a success. And no one was hurt in the process. |
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