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Christina's 100 for the Lonely Gaunt Sa13+ thanks for to InTheirBadnessReign Hi everybody! I'm Christina, but my middle name's Lily (and since it's Harry Potter-y, I go by that sometimes) or Chris because Christina's so formel. ...I also let some special people call me Chrissy but you have to be in my inner circle to be allowed. *eyes warningly* I've lost count of how many times I've attempted drabbles XD from SSRPG charries to my favourite canon couple, everythings floppped. But it's almost Summer and I have three months off - and my sister doesn't so plenty time on the computer ;D - so, I think this may be my lucky chance! Fingers crossed anyway. ●━●━●━●━●━●━●━● 1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures ●━●━●━●━●━●━●━● 69. Slap “You call this food?” Marvolo roared, throwing a plate of what looked like green mush across the room. Morfin giggled wheazily. Merope's eyes went huge, she grouped in her pocket for her wand. “Stupid Squib. You're suppose to be the cook. Use your magic for goodness sake!” He came right up to her, raising his fist to hit her. She did the only thing she could thing of. She slapped him. Morfin stopped giggling abruptly and Marvolo looked shocked before he grinned wickedly. Merope gulped, blinking furiously. She was in trouble tonight. --If only Tom'd save her. |
34. Parseltongue ●━●━●━●━●━●━●━● Merope kept two secrets close to her heart. 1. That she was in love with a muggle 2. That she could speak parseltongue. She liked to comfort the snakes after Morfin was finished with them. They were her only friends. She whispered to a snake who was hissing about the pain. “It'll be all right. I won't let him hurt you again...” 'You haaavvvee nooo controool ooovvveeerr hiim.' It was true. Tears leaked from her eyes. “When I marry Tom, I'll have my magic back, I'll be able to beat Morfin.” A dream that would never come true. |
8. Potions ●━●━●━●━●━●━●━● Merope brushed a lock of greasy hair behind her ear and stirred the potion. What her father and brother hadn't realised was that, while she was no good at spells, she was an acomplished Potioneer. Ahh. It smelled like baking bread; fire and the smell of pine trees. This was so wrong. Such a terrible thing of her to do. But she was desperate for love. She poured a couple of drops of the potion into a glass of water, watching it go from transparent to pink to transparent again. Now, time to lure Tom in with the tainted water. |
35. Pureblood ●━●━●━●━●━●━●━● She curled up in front of the fire, warming her hands. It was a rare thing to be warm in this house. But Marvolo and Morfin had gone out somewhere. So she had started a few sparks. Why couldn't she just run away? A clip-clop of hooves on the ground outside noted her of his coming presence. A rare, warm feeling spread through her and she scrambled to the window. He rode proudly past, not paying any attention to her. Oh how lovely he was. He made her ashamed to be pureblood. She would've been better of as a muggle. |
92. Chocolate ●━●━●━●━●━●━●━● Merope gazed in at the chocolate display, licking her lips. Once in her whole life time she had tasted the stuff and that was when she had stolen some from the very same shop when she was eight-years-old. She could smell the melting chocolate and she pressed herself against the glass. She barely ate, so having food so good infront of her was just cruel. A grey-haired old woman with horn-rimmed glasses appeared behind the window scowling. Merope went bright red and backed off, her eyes on the muggle. “Shoo!” Merope scuttled away. People treated her like a dog. |
Mini Challenge 5: the fourth wall Dumbledore sat in his office after Harry left the office, gazing into the pensieve. Merope Gaunt. What an interesting girl who's dream were trampled on. He pulled out his wand and drew up the image of her standing cowering in a corner. "That's really Voldemort's mother?" I whispered, eyes wide. Dumbledore glanced at me. "Do you not believe that?" "Well, it's just...she's so vulnerable and sad. How did Voldemort come from that?" "She left him. He grew up without a family. That turns people bitter." "Do you have family, Dumbledore?" I know the answer. He doesn't. Like Merope or Voldemort. |
Mini Challenge 2: Tangy She breathed in the beautiful aroma. It was...tangy. She poured the potion into the glass of water and walk out the open door. "Mr. Riddle?" Merope crooned. The handsome young man turned and gave a disgusted look. "What?" "It is very hot out. Wouldn't you like a drink of cold water?" Merope asked trying to look concerned but her eyes were pricking at the disgusted look on his face. "I dare say it couldn't hurt." He sipped the tangy liquid and a look of awe made his features go slack. Happiness spread through Merope faster than you could say Amortentia. |
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