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SS100: 100 Drabbles for the Chatterbox Transfer Student - Sa13+
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100 Drabbles for the Chatterbox Transfer Student - Sa13+
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Hey everyone, it’s Bre here! I’ve decided to make 2025 the year of reconnecting, and what better way to do that than by spending more time on SS? It feels like forever since I’ve been active here, and I’ve really missed the sense of community and creativity we all share. So, as part of my resolution, I thought I’d dive back in with something fun and familiar—drabbles!
She began packing her trunk, carefully folding her robes and tucking in her spellbooks. She even added a few cute outfits, just in case something unexpected happened—like a date! Why? Still, it never hurt to be prepared.
Finally, Periwinkle placed her favorite quill and blue journal on top of everything, giving them a pat as if to say, "You're coming with me!" She closed the trunk with a satisfied grin.
"I'm all done!" she shouted, dragging the heavy trunk toward the door. Her sister Thora appeared, rolling her eyes but smiling as she helped carry it out. Periwinkle's heart soared.
Her Herbology textbook splayed open in front of her like a map. Plants. Dirt. Roots. She’d rather wrestle a Blast-Ended Skrewt than figure out why Devil’s Snare was so touchy about light.
Thora’s words echoed in her head: “There’s always room for growth and improvement.” Easy for Thora to say. Peri, couldn’t even keep a cactus alive.
Determined, she squinted at the page on Mandrakes. "Crying roots can cause fainting," she muttered. “Same, honestly.” She poked at the potted Mandrake beside her, half-expecting it to sass her back. Instead, it just sat there, looking as unimpressed as she felt.
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time casts a spell on you but you won't forget me I know I could have loved you but you would not let me
Periwinkle slumped over her desk, staring at the rows of numbers on her parchment as if they were mocking her. Arithmancy. The very word sent shivers down her spine. Why did it have to be so perplexing? She traced the symbols with her quill, hoping the act would somehow unlock their secrets. It didn’t.
Her friends didn’t understand. "Just break it down," they’d say, if that were a solution. But outside of Hogwarts, what use was this?
Would she walk into a shop one day and be asked to calculate magical properties of a number? The thought made her stomach churn.
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time casts a spell on you but you won't forget me I know I could have loved you but you would not let me
Periwinkle had always been fascinated by Quidditch, though her skills on a broomstick were, well, abysmal at best. She’d once tried to catch a Quaffle and ended up catching a face full of Bludger instead.
Needless to say, her dreams of joining the Slytherin team were as realistic as a Niffler guarding a vault of gold.
Every match, she perched in the stands, shouting encouragements like, "Snakes don’t fake score that goal!" and "Slytherin supremacy, let’s make history!" Her enthusiasm was so infectious. After all, being part of the best house didn’t mean you had to be the best player sometimes, it just meant you cheered the loudest.
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time casts a spell on you but you won't forget me I know I could have loved you but you would not let me
100 Drabbles for the Chatterbox Transfer Student - Sa13+ 
