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angelwing · #1 (**permalink**) 09-01-2006, 10:35 PM

100 Drabbles of the *cough*loveable*cough* Mrs. Black.

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. Broom 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. teem 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. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework

angelwing · 09-02-2006, 02:08 AM

#87: Plaid

Ok, she actually enjoyed school. The learning fascinated her and she got along well with the teachers. It was the kids, however, she didn't care for.

It had been a crisp, fall morning. It also happened to be the first hogsmede weekend. She was on her way to meet Rudolpho when she felt something hit the back of her thigh.

She turned and looked to see her favorite skirt now a horrid mixture of pink and yellow plaid. She drew her wand but the culprits had disappeared between the cover of the trees. Muttering the countercharm, she walked on.

angelwing · 09-02-2006, 02:22 AM

#89: Past

"Walburga darling, we don't hang the house elves upside down. They punish themselves." Her mother scolded.

How she hated the name Walburga. It was hard to say but it was easy to make fun of. She had had her share of torment. Walburga was only four and coming into her magic like any pure-blooded daughter should. Alread when she was angry at something, the books would fly off the shelf or something of great value would break.

She was sensitive about her name and usually someone who teased her ended up in a tree or stuck between monkeybars.

angelwing · 09-02-2006, 02:43 AM

#36: Muggle

"A muggle!!?!" She shouted from her portrait on the wall. "Sirius, how could you? In this house no less."

Sirius rolled his eyes and closed the curtain but that didn't stop Mrs. Black's incessant screaming. "If your father was still alive oooooo you'd be in for a crucio. How can you do this? Do you try to disappoint?"

"Not like I ever really needed to try in the first place."

He gave Hermione a sympathetic smile as they walked away. Mrs Black's hollering fading. Hermione listened to what she could with her ears plugged. "You'll get used to it Hermione."

angelwing · 09-02-2006, 03:21 AM

#15: Broom

I never had the use for a broom to be honest. Cleaning was for the house elves and they were there to obey me.

Kreacher had been in my family for generations. Moody little bugger. We normally got along great, but one morning Kreacher had put pepper on my eggs. I hate pepper.

"KREACHER!" I yelled. Suddenly a pop was heard beside me.

"Yes mistress?"

"Bring me a broom."

"Oh mistress no...Kreaches is sorry, Kreacher will fix..." He pleaded.

"NOW!"

He brought me one.

*slap* "I ...*slap*...hate...*slap*...pepper!*slap*"

"Yes mistress." Kreacher said in a small voice.

angelwing · 09-05-2006, 04:43 PM

#50: Boggart

Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been my favorite class. Normally I enjoyed the lessons. This particular one I refused to participate in. We were going to be learning about Boggarts. As a slytherin I didn't want people to know my greatest fear. I prided myself on my ability to hide emotions and feelings. Fighting a Boggart would reveal that.

"Walburga, why don't you shouw us how it's done?" The Professor asked me.

"Not today." I said simply. My hands instinctively going to my upper arms. Honestly, there wasn't a way I could think of to make my mother funny.

angelwing · 09-05-2006, 04:52 PM

#90: Present

He was dead. I could tell something had happened because Kreacher was singing. The last time Kreacher sang was when Sirius was taken to Azkaban. My son. He wasn't the evil I wanted him to be. He had been a .....Gryffindor. I still shudder at the thought.

My son. Who had taught himself to become an animagi, who snuck past the dementors, was gone. Forever.

I hung from my portrait, unusually quiet. Barely having the energy to speak as Dumbledore searched through the house.

"Is it true?" I managed to ask him.

"Yes." He replied.

Sirius, my last son.

angelwing · 09-12-2006, 06:24 PM

#13:Quidditch

This was never happening again. When Sirius said he wanted to bring friends home for the Christmas holidays, I had agreed hoping he had made friends with Slytherin and not those blasted Gryffindors. Thats what I get for giving him the benefit of the doubt.

One week left. Then they would leave. Deciding to put on a happy face and play good hostess, I took pumpkin juice out to the boys who were playing quidditch.

When they had come in later and the others had gone to sleep, I pulled Sirius aside. "Never again." I told him grabbing his arm and glaring at him.

angelwing · 09-27-2006, 03:12 AM

#78:Author's Choice-Fork

"No Walburga! How many times have I told you that you are usuing the wrong fork?" Walburga's mother scolder her grabbing the fork out of the young girls hand and thrusting the right one into the young fingers.

"Here, this fork. Now do it again. This time, right." Walburga put the fork down and got up from the table and pushed her chair in and walked back over to the door to practice entering and sitting at a table for her first ball her mum was throwing. She walked to the table and picked up the same fork. Her mother screamed.

angelwing · 09-27-2006, 03:21 AM

#79:Author's Choice-Pool

"Kreacher, I'd like to go swimming. Go clean the pool!"

"Yes, ma'am, but are you sure? It is after all the middle of December."

"Kreacher, have you forgotten I'm your mistress?" She said smacking him on the back of his head.

"Oh yes. No miss. Kreacher had not forgotten. Kreacher is sorry."

Kreacher was still working at it two hours later. Walburga went out there and yelled. "Kreacher what is taking so long?!"

"Kreacher is sorry, but the pool is messy from disuse."

"I didn't ask for an excuse."

"You're the witch, clean it!" Kreacher sneered.

Walburga took her wand and shoved it in his ear.

angelwing · 09-27-2006, 03:28 AM

#80:Author's choice-Dreams

Walburga woke up in a cold sweat, clutching the sheets with her hands, a scream caught in her throat. She looked around the room waking up and soon realizing it was all just a dream. Her grip on the sheets loosened slightly and her breathing began to return to a normal beat.

She was at Hogwarts. Safe in bed. She breathed a sigh of relief and laid her head back on the pillow bringing the sheets up to her chin. Sleep eluded her. Finally she got up, went to the window and watched the sunrise from the Slytherin girl dorms.

angelwing · 09-27-2006, 03:32 AM

#54: Dare

*credit Jayo*

So I screwed up. The Slytherin ice queen had let her guard down and had a few to many butterbeers at the after-quidditch party. I figured I deserved it since half the players wouldn't know right from left had it not been for my help.

It started out innocent enough. "I dare so and so to kiss so and so." And so forth. Then my turn came up . I couldn't very well say truth. That's what they all waould have expected.

So I bit the bait. "Dare." I said more boldly then I felt. They smirked...and I got scared.

angelwing · 09-28-2006, 03:26 AM

#42: Portrait

"Sit still! The more you move, the longer it takes." Her mother scolded.

"Mother, I am not seven anymore! You cannot treat me as a child." Honestly. I've been fifteen for several months, you would think she'd treat me as such. But nope. No such luck.

"Walburga, you will not take that tone with me!" And with that she pointed her wand and ropes flew from its tip sufficiently keeping me pinned to the seat.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yes, mother. This will make a s great Christmas portrait." I said sarcastically.

Needless to say I hadn't helpd the situation.

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