Welcome to the Grimmauld Place Drabble Challenge!

A drabble is a ficlet of 100 words; no more, no less. It's not as easy as you'd think. This is an excercise for us all to get in the habit of choosing our words wisely when writing. All posts need a brief title, which doesn't count in the 100 word count.

I will give three words at the bottom of this post. A character name and two others. The next person to post must write a drabble about that character and include the words (more than just passing mention). At the bottom of his/her post, the writer will leave a character name and two words for the next writer, and so on.

Let the fun begin!

Sirius. Teapot. Incarcerous. (Next to post must write a drabble about Sirius, a teapot and the Incarcerous hex. He/she must also leave a character's name and two words for the next person.)

Sirius. Teapot. Incarcerous.


Dating Advice… Sirius Style

“Well, well… What have we here?” Sirius drawled, causing Peter to flinch and the teapot in his hand to tip.

Peter straightened. “I’m asking… someone … to the Yule Ball and McGonagall said it would help to work on my social skills.”

Sirius raised one eyebrow, “so now you’re taking advice on dating from old ladies?”

Peter looked confused.

“To get a date, you need to be more direct,” Sirius instructed. “Like this…” Sirius raised his wand and aimed the incarcerous spell at a pretty girl passing nearby. “Going to the Yule Ball?” he asked.

“I am now,” she beamed.


Fred Weasley. Timeturner. Pie.

Time...and Pie, Wait for None.


Fred Weasley awoke to the delightful smell of…something delicious wafting from downstairs. He had slept in long, due to a late-night invention. He got out of bed and groggily crept down the stairs.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley was washing some dishes, while Ron and George patted their stomachs. Fred looked around for source of the smell. “What is that delicious aroma?” he said smoothly.

“Well, it was some homemade apple pie. But you’ve gone and slept too late.” George teased.

“If you ask nicely, Hermione might let you borrow her timeturner.” Ron jibed.

“Better luck next time”. thought Fred.




Lilly. Locket. Accio.

My first attempt....feel free to beat me with a pickle if it's lame.

Shiny Objects Will One Day Rule the World

Lily was jolted out of her reverie when the bell signaled the end of class. Her hand automatically went to her bare neck. Her favorite locket was missing. Although she wasn’t sure where it was, she suspected a miscreant had taken it.

She glanced at other students when the glint of sunlight reflecting off something shiny caught her eye. Many people did not know this about Lily, but she was wildly attracted to anything shiny, much like a barracuda. With an “Accio” the object flew straight to her hand. She wasn't the best at Charms for nothing.




Professor McGonagall. Orange. (the fruit) Lifejacket.

Professor McGonagall. Orange. (the fruit) Lifejacket.


An Accident in the Girl’s Lavatory


Professor McGonagall sat down to her breakfast in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, her eyes scanning the activities of her students. Two from the Gryffindor table were noticeably absent. As she peeled her orange, she suddenly became aware that one of the school owls had just delivered her a letter:


Dear Professor McGonagall,

It is our sad duty to inform you that there has been an accident involving a toilet in the girl’s lavatory on the first floor. We hear that a student wanted to send one to their kid sister.

Sincerely,
Fred and George Weasley

PS: Bring your lifejacket.



Neville. Broomstick. Trainers.

Good Friends

Neville sat atop his broomstick shakily. All the flying trainers in the world couldn’t cure his fear of flying. Even Madame Hooch, it seemed, had given up on him. But when Ginny asked him if wanted to go for a quick zoom around the grounds, he said yes immediately. Now it appeared that he had to choose between making Ginny happy and bodily harm.

“What have I done?” thought Neville.

“Excuse me?” Ginny asked.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I just meant…” he trailed off. He hadn’t meant to speak his thoughts aloud.

Ginny gently floated back down.

“Let’s go for a walk.”




Snape. Hogwart's. boyhood.

Snape. Hogwart's. boyhood.

Meeting at Grimmauld Place

Severus Snape arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place for a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix at Headmaster Dumbledore’s request. He was unable contain his look of annoyance, it was the middle of the term and he had other things to do back at Hogwarts. Clearly, there were others who had no commitments. As he entered, he saw his old rivals, Black and Lupin sitting at the table laughing. As Snape approached, the smiles left the men’s faces. Black glowered and Lupin looked uncomfortable and turned away.

The corner of Snape’s mouth curled up ironically, “reliving boyhood memories, are we?”


Lockhart. Wand. Feet.

Lockhart, Wand, Feet

A Smile Isn't Everything

Gilderoy Lockhart was many things. He might have had the best smile in the wizarding world but that didnt mean he could dance.
Luckily for him dance lessons were taking place in the Great Hall. He walked in slowly, wand in hand. However, the dance teacher was Severus Snape. He looked at Lockhart, sniggered and said "Wands away, you dont need them to dance."

He was paired up with Prof. Sprout, much to her displeasure. He could not dance at all, he kept standing on his partners feet.
She felt sorry for him at first but nearing the end she walked out complaining she couldnt feel her feet.

Fred Weasley, Pygmy Puff, Explosion

Fred Weasley, Pygmy Puff, Explosion.

'George, we're all out of Pygmy Puffs, and there's some squealing girls requesting some. You got any out there?' shouted Fred Weasley from the shop.
George entered the shop with a large box, 'You know, I think we should expand the range of Pygmy Puffs, since they're selling so well. Ginny said something about making Pygmy Puff tatoos, yesterday. I think it's a good idea.' he smirked.


Suddenly, there was an explosion near the window and there stood Ron, red in the face, holding a creation of the twins (Sherbet Bombs).


Cheese, Neville and the Giant Squid. Muahaha.

Neville's Knack

Neville could forgive Mad-Eye Moody for the nightmares caused by his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Moody said he had a knack for herbology and in private had given him a new book on the subject.

He nibbled the rest of a cheese sandwich from lunch as he walked towards the lake, reading. He sat down at the water's edge, consumed by the book in his hands, the contents of which he understood perfectly.

He closed it, smiling. "I've never had a knack for anything useful before," he intimated to the giant squid as it floated lazily by.




Seamus Finnigan, bludger, quill

I love your siggy Jan!

Ok, i just realised it had to be exactly 100 words

Seamus Finnigan, bludger, quill

Return of the Bludger.

Seamus Finnigan sat in the stands during a Gryffindor quidditch practice, furiously cursing about Harry for choosing Dean to play instead of him.

Seamus twirled a Quill in his hands and closed his textbook. As he stood up he heard people shouting at him to duck, he looked up and noticed a bludger heading right at him. He dived out of the way, but the bludger rebounded and aimed for him again. He ran accross the pitch being tailed by uncontrollable bludger and into the Great Hall, where he noticed a House elf giggling.


'Shouldn't curse Mr. Potter!' it muttered.

Draco Malfoy, toothepaste and balloons.

Draco Malfoy, toothepaste and balloons


Draco and the Scary Muggles

“Yes, but what is it?” Draco Malfoy reached for the round object before pulling his hand back swiftly. “And what does it do? It’s rather pretty, isn’t it?”

Nott sighed and yanked the balloon out of Draco’s reach and continued with his Muggle Studies essay. It wasn’t nearly long enough, and Draco wasn’t helping with is curiosity.

“I’ve done mine wrong,” a voice piped up behind them. Greengrass had a tube of toothpaste in her hand, the contents on her face.

Draco screamed and fell backwards, popping the balloon. “Muggles are scary!”

“Clearly,” Nott rolled his eyes and kept writing.



Padma Patil, chocolate frogs, and a penguin

Padma Patil, chocolate frogs, and a penguin


After the Ball



Padma Patil glanced over her shoulder, panicking, as she ran through the mist. How had she ever agreed to go to the Ball with THAT? She dashed through an opening in the bushes, almost out of breath. It seemed her tuxedo-clad date was getting closer with every desperate stride she took. Ducking around a corner, she abruptly found herself face to face with him! The six-foot orange penguin squawked angrily at her.



In a cold sweat she jerked awake, threw back the quilt, and shakily poured a glass of water.



“That’s it. No more chocolate frogs at bedtime for me!”








Hagrid, Wand Sparks, a Dandelion

Hagrid's Gardening

Hagrid carried the rain barrel half-full of dandelions under his arm. On the side of his house that faced the school, he'd had to pull them all by hand. He never liked herbicides, despite Filch's regular advice. If Professor Slughorn had any use for them, they should be nice and normal-like. Organic, he'd heard them called.

Behind the hut, he made sure he wasn't watched before pulling out his pink umbrella. With Dumbledore gone, he'd have to be more guarded about the meagre wand sparks he made, lest the Governors sack him or worse, have his umbrella. Pausing, he wept.




Dennis Creevey, a table leg, a sleeping draught.

Dennis Creevey looked over at his brother, who was asleep on the three-legged table in the common room. Colin had taken a sleeping draught and would probably be out for a few more hours. It was Dennis’s perfect time to pick on his brother.

He picked up the broken table leg, which had come of the table a few weeks prior. He prodded Colin in the back, seeing how well the draught worked, before he whacked him hard on the head. The same snoring sound came. The sleeping draught would be a tool for pranks whenever Colin felt the need.

Marvolo Gaunt, a shield, and waddiwasi.

Marvolo Gaunt glared at the young boy through the dirty window.One of his "friends" handed him something then shoved him roughly towards the broken down house. The stupid muggle boy stumbled towards the house. Marvolo could see the tears streaming down his face. He turned away, and spotted a battered shield discarded on the floor. There was a knock on the door. Marvolo grudgingly went to it, wand out. He placed his hand on the doorknob, then stopped. The muggle had put gum in his key hole. He cursed.

"Waddiwasi!" He screamed. He threw the door open and watched the muggles flee.

Neville Longbottom, chickens, music

This thread was not locked and it seemed like such a wonderful idea I hope that you don't mind that I posted here. I hope that it is o.k. that I borrow this idea I love it.


Neville Longbottom had no idea why his grandmother had brought him to this cottage in the country but he did not like it.

Every where you looked was open space and he seemed to be surrounded by chickens, that loved to peck him whenever he stepped outside.

His Grams really loved it here and he would not begrudge her anything for the world.

She gathered eggs to make a custard to go with their supper. Neville noticed that the chickens did not bother her when she hummed to them softly.

“They seem to like music.” she said with a smile.

Luna Lovegood, hair brush, skunk

eeeee i haven't seen this game before.

Luna Lovegood, hair brush, skunk

Hair's looking at you, kid

Luna Lovegood was still half asleep as she stumbled into the Ravenclaw Girls Bathroom. Setting her toothbrush and toothpaste down on the nearest sink, she stretched her arms out and yawned.

Humming along to a tune of her own creation, Luna barely noticed as Cho Chang entered the bathroom. Only when she looked in the mirror did she see the older girl. She also saw a large black and white thing perched on Cho's head.

"Ahhhh look out you have a skunk on your head!"

"It's just my hairbrush Luna, don't worry" Cho said, laughing.

Cedric Diggory, hairspray and peanuts.

Godric Griffindor looked at Helga as he wrote detensions to some kids for putting mice down the back of his cloak. He noticed that her eyes were a beautiful shade of orange and her eyebrows were slanted to give her an innocent yet forbidding look. They made him feel like she knew something he did not. She looked up from her work. Their eyes met. Then she walked and looked at what he was writing. Helga bursed out laughing and fell on the ground in a giggling fit.Godric put his quill in the inkwell and helped her up. Then he cracked up.


Cho hat plant

Cho Hat Plant

What the hell is that?

Cho Chang stood infront of the mirror perfecting her hat on her head. It was a bit squift. After straightening it up she headed out despite the occasional giggle.

She was walking down when she bumped into someone.

"Oh... ummm..... im sorry." She looked up at the blonde haired boy. "Oh Draco! Its my hat."

Well at least there wasn't a hex she thought.

"Pathetic hat Chang. Impendicia." He laughed.

Her hat was a plant. She reached upward and screamed. There were leaved growing down covering her face.

“Now Chang watch out for the tree.” He walked away laughing cruelly.


Luna, Cloak and Juice.

Luna, Cloak, Juice
People Act Sketchy in the Library

Luna sat in the library, face hidden behind a book. Her eyes however, were not following the words written on the page. She was transfixed upon holding a seemingly invisible object, hidden in her lap behind the book.

She glanced around and brought her hands to her face as though she was drinking something. She withdrew, a small line of purple dribbling down her throat.

“Luna…” It was Harry.

“Are you drinking juice from beneath my invisibility cloak?!?”

“Um…no…” She said. He kept looking at her until, in a panic, she threw it all at him and ran away.

Lucius, computer (hehe), cane