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100 Drabbles for Dorky Gryffindor: Christopher James - Sa13+ Hey there pals! This thread is about my SSRPG character Christopher James and will take place throughout his life. Don't hesitate to PM me with any requests if you want a specific drabble to involve your character, or a specific theme dedicated to you, or what not. I sure will do my best to include each and everyone of you little Potterheads!* Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and everything else in the Wizarding World belong to Ms. Rowling, our queen. 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 Hogwarts (Dedicated to SweetPeea and her character Violet.) Christopher's breath caught in his throat, his heart fluttering rapidly in his chest. Although he'd talked to the girl in front of him many times before, he felt like he was seeing her for the first time. Next to the lake, the setting sun shone on her face, her eyes sparkled, long golden hair flowed down her back- causing butterflies in his stomach. He'd noticed that she was pretty before, but now, seeing her personality and true self made him believe she was the most beautiful girl in the world. What could he say? He was falling for Violet. |
Hogwarts It might've been the scariest day of Christopher's life. He was meeting Violet's parents for the first time- other than the funeral, where he hadn't exactly given the best impression. He stood outside the dining hall, pacing, while Violet watched him in amusement. "Calm down, Chris. They'll love you!" However, this didn't reassure him. Keeping step, he said worriedly, "You can't know that!" Rollin her eyes, she opened the doors to the large room, where four new pairs of eyes fell on him. "Christophe," Emmeline called, her accent thick. The fourteen year old froze mid-step. "Erm.... Hello, everyone." |
Hogwarts Christopher stopped abruptly in his tracks, suddenly very aware of what shop stood on his left. Honeydukes. He'd been dying for some chocolate for forever- now his chance had come. A painfully long line greeted him as he entered. A soft moan escaped his lips, but he wasn't about to give up yet. That candy was his. After the long line died, Christopher purchased his candy and left. Right before he took a bite, he noticed a poor boy, staring hungrily at Honeydukes. The fifth year sighed, knowing what he had to do. His sweet tooth would have to wait. |
Post-Hogwarts (Dedicated to fanficfanatic, and her character Selina.) Christopher couldn't believe he'd let Selina talk him into this. He'd never been a huge sports fan, but this was just painful! 21 year old Selina was already playing Quidditch on a professional level, and had decided her brother needed to learn more about the game. To solve this issue, she'd dragged him to a Quidditch seminar. No Shakespeare allowed. The young man didn't understand what the monotone speaker was lecturing about, yet the wizard's voice was rather soothing... Two hours later, Christopher awoke to an empty room and an angry Selina. "I'm sorry, did I bore you?!" "Well... yeah." |
Pre-Hogwarts Nine year old Christopher hit the ground hard, mulch cutting into his palms. Crowds of children watched as a smaller group of kids laughed and jeered at the upset young boy. "Look! James' hair changed again! Freak!" yelled the leader, a bully named Maxwell. The frightened boy looked upward at his now blue locks in horror. "Leave him alone!" screamed a pretty young girl, running to help her friend. Maxwell stepped back, amused. "I'll spare you in front of your little girlfriend, but tomorrow, you're mine. Fight. Here. Noon." Christopher gulped. Being him in this town was a living hell. |
Hogwarts The dry grass crunched under their feet as the three made their way across the grounds. Selina and Violet were heading to CoMC; Christopher herbology. As they skirted the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the two Gryffindors stopped in their tracks, staring at a skeletal beast grazing ahead. Violet continued to class, still talking, unaware that her friends had stayed behind. Apparently she'd never witnessed death; she showed no acknowledgement of the Thestral right in front of them. "Can you see them too?" Selina asked softly, her voice trembling a little. Christopher reached for the first year's hand. "Yeah." |
Post-Hogwarts "I need help!" called a desperate five year old from the top of the stairs. Christopher heaved a sigh, walking to his son, who was becoming increasingly frustrated with his shoe laces. "Eric, don't you remember what I taught you?" "I can't do it!" pouted the boy, who was Christopher in miniature. His father plopped down next to him, using his own shoe as an example. "Remember: make the bunny some ears, but to make sure they don't fall off, tie them tightly!" After many failures, little Eric finally succeeded. "Daddy! I did it! But..... how do I untie them?" |
Post-Hogwarts Twenty-seven year old Christopher hurried down the front steps of Le Merveilleux, anxious to escape the two insane women harassing him inside. He was so close to freedom, when Sophie Skylar appeared in front of the iron gates, blocking his way out. He stepped back in shock- this time bumping into Emmeline Le Veela. "Ve know vhat you're up to, Christophe!" Violet's mother smirked, her French accent very distinct. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!" "When are you dropping the big question?" Sophie pressed. "I'm allergic to pressure!" Both women glared at him. Finally, he gave in. "Tomorrow night." |
Hogwarts (Dedicated to Taylor and her very snappy charrie, Selina.) "Hey!" Christopher yelled, rubbing the side of his face. "Since when did you get so touchy about one little kiss?" "Since it was me, you dolt!!!" Selina shouted on the dark porch. Sudden horror filled the sixth year. "Oh my God!!" he yelled, in disbelief at what he'd just done. "Selina! I-I'm so s-sorry! It was d-dark! I-I-I thought you were Violet! She was supposed to meet out here! Oh God..." He could barely make out her crossing her arms. "Idiot." "I'm so sorry, Sel!" "Violet's gonna kill you." "I know." |
Pre-Hogwarts Brian James was sprawled out across his bed, an enormous stack of papers beside him. It had been another long day at work, he had plenty of essays to grade for his tenth grade history students, and he was very tired.... About an hour later, he was awoken by the sound of little feet pitter-pattering across the floor. His four year old was soon shaking him, needing Brian's attention. Sitting upright, Brian scooped up the little boy, set him on his lap and pushed aside his papers. "Christopher, what are you doing out of bed?" Looking up at his daddy, Christopher said simply in his footie pajamas, "You need 'jamies too!" |
Hogwarts "JAMES, CHRISTOPHER!" A voice rang out, making the first year freeze and want to run away. When he was finally able to move, he walked up to the stool with shaking legs and a bad case of the butterflies. As the old hat was placed upon his head, Christopher squeezed his eyes shut. The hat was having a difficult time placing him. Not Slytherin, not with your blood status. Hufflepuff would do you well- you're a fair and loyal young man. Ravenclaw would be perfect, with your intelligent mind. But the right choice is very clear. Yes..... Better be.... "GRYFFINDOR!!!" |
Pre-Hogwarts The owl's large yellow eyes blinked back at the curious young boy standing outside of the owl emporium. It had been Christopher's first trip to Diagon Alley and he'd already purchased each of his books and uniform- all second hand. He released the letter clutched tightly in his hand that the very strange professor had given to him and his parents to explain about Hogwarts, magic, and the entire wizarding world. The letter said he was allowed one pet- a frog, car, rat, or owl. As his father began walking toward him and the curious snowy owl, Christopher grinned. "He's perfect!" |
Hogwarts From the moment Christopher touched the glowing blue portkey, he knew he did not like them in the least. Clutching on to the little thing for dear life, he squeezed his eyes shut. They were spun around and around, making the lion feel like he was going to be sick all over the place. His head was pounding and so was his heart. He'd even attempted letting go- but his finger was, unfortunately, stuck to the brush to prevent accudents/injury. When his feet finally crashed against the ground, Christoper fell flat on his face, deciding that he really hated portkeys. |
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