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| | Bott's Bean Tasting Table You never know what you are going to get with these flavourful writing challenges. Embrace the chaos, take a bite, and let the creativity flow! | 
12-11-2025, 01:20 AM
| | |  Serenades in the Snowglobe: A Singing Sorceress Spectacular - Sa13+
Disclaimer: All locations, characters, objects, etc. from the Harry Potter
series that appear in this writing collection were created by JKR. Any other
characters and elements that I did not create will be credited accordingly.Every quill tells a different kind of story. For the 2025 Days of Potter limited-time EEFD challenge, I selected the Self-Inking Quill. With it, I am stepping into a flurry of festive creativity worthy of one of Celestina Warbeck's winter concert tours. In this challenge, each quill in the lineup will be used to add its own shimmering note to the melody and bursts of magic to the stage. I've set myself the following goal: one prompt per quill—seven quills, seven dares, seven stories, each centred on the Singing Sorceress we all know and adore.
♪ BLACK QUILL: someone hurts a person they love and must deal with the guilt/consequences
♪ EAGLE FEATHER QUILL: a character literally or figuratively "soars," only to crash into reality
♪ PEAKCOCK FEATHER QUILL: something sparkly becomes a distraction at the worst possible time
♪ PHEASANT FEATHER QUILL: a character insists they are a "survival expert" (they are not) OR a small, ridiculous incident spirals into a much bigger problem
♪ PHOENIX FEATHER QUILL: a character is brought to tears by something beautiful
♪ QUICK-QUOTES QUILL: someone gets "quoted" saying something they absolutely never said OR a character is the subject of a ridiculous headline
♪ SUGAR QUILL: someone gives a "sweet" gift that is actually terrible OR a wholesome moment melts even the grumpiest character Now, with my Self-Inking Quill swirling like a glittering snow inside a shaken snowglobe, I'll attempt to complete this full setlist of dares. Let the performance begin! ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆01. SPELLFIRE KISS GONE DEAD
BLACK QUILL: someone hurts a person they love and must deal with the guilt/consequences
Snow, soft and shimmering, fell in quiet spirals outside the backstage window of the Appleby Amphitheatre. Celestina Warbeck stood before her mirror, powdered in frost-light and sequins. Tonight's performance was already sold out, yet the stage felt colder than it ever had.
Because he wouldn't be there.
The memory of the morning still hung in her chest like an icicle lodged too deep to melt. A single careless sentence, a single unkindness, had undone weeks of peace.
"You never understand—not really—you never listen," she had snapped at Thaddeus, her long-time partner and the quiet hearth of her life.
It was not true. It had never been true. Yet it struck him all the same, sharp as a broken wand.
He had stepped back from her as though the winter wind had blown between them. "I'm trying, Celestina. But maybe... maybe the world you share with everyone else has no room left for me."
And then he had walked out, shutting the door with the gentleness of a man too hurt to slam it.
Celestina's reflection blurred. It was not from tears, for she had already wept her fill before her stylists arrived, but from guilt that dragged at her ribs like heavy stage curtains.
A knock sounded. "Five minutes, Miss Warbeck."
She drew a breath, smoothing her dress, lifting her chin, pressing down the ache with the precision of a seasoned performer. The show would go on. It always did. But tonight, she would not hide behind glamour or charmwork. Tonight, she would sing her truth, for him, whether he ever heard it or not.
⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆
The spotlight bloomed. Applause rose like a conjured blizzard, bright, roaring, adoring. Celestina stepped into it, heart pounding in sync with the orchestra.
"Good evening, my dazzling darlings," she greeted, voice smooth but trembling at the edges. "Tonight's concert is a special one. A songstress may bring joy to many, but even she can falter with the one she loves most."
A hum rippled through the crowd. Celestina raised her wand, and the stage transformed into a swirling snowglobe scene: silver trees, drifting starlight, the illusion of a warm home glowing far away in the dark.
She closed her eyes and began the first new song of the evening.
"I cracked our world like a snowglobe shaken,
Sent shards of love across the floor—
These serenades for the one I have broken
Are all I have, and nothing more.
My spark was meant for wicked pleasure,
A teasing flame, a playful dare—
But oh, the scorch of broken treasure
When heat turns hurt you cannot bear.
So darling, melt this icy distance,
Undo the sting of what I said—
Come thaw the fire of my persistence,
And warm the spellfire kiss gone dead." The hall was silent when she finished. The kind of silence that wrapped itself around a performer, listening, thinking, feeling.
Celestina swallowed. If Thaddeus had been here, she would have searched for him in the shadows.  | |
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I didn't finish my dares by New Year's, but I am still eager to finish them. The show must go on!  02. I ASCEND, I ASCEND
EAGLE FEATHER QUILL: a character literally or figuratively "soars," only to crash into reality
Snow had not yet reached the streets of Falmouth, but it clung to the upper air—thin, sharp, waiting. Celestina Warbeck stood at the tallest window of her dressing room, gazing down as if the city itself were an audience she had already conquered.
Tonight was a triumph.
Another sold-out hall. Another enchanted encore demanded before she had even sung a note.
She felt it, that buoyant, intoxicating lift just beneath the ribs. The sense that she was untouchable. That she could rise on nothing but breath and applause and be carried wherever she pleased.
"You're glowing," her stylist murmured, fastening the final clasp of Celestina's gown. "Like you could take flight."
Celestina smiled, wicked and knowing. "Oh, love," she said lightly, "haven't you heard? I already have."
It was easy to believe it. Fame had taught her how to soar, how to skim above consequences, how to let praise catch her like an updraft. Even Thaddeus' quiet worries that morning many days ago had barely brushed her.
"You don't have to push so hard," he'd said, careful, grounding. "You don't always have to be on."
She had laughed then, sharp and careless. "This is who I am. I don't land, darling. I ascend."
The look on his face had flickered, brief as a shadow passing over the sun. She hadn't followed him when he left the room.
⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆ ꙳ ❅ * ⋆
The curtains parted.
The applause struck like wind beneath wings that were loud, lifting, irresistible. Celestina stepped onto the circular platform on stage, chin high, heart racing with delicious certainty.
"Good evening, my dazzling darlings," she purred. "Tonight, we fly."
A flick of her wand released a shimmery translucent stream, the platform encasing itself into a glowing snowglobe. Snow spiralled slowly around her, clinging to nothing, as if even gravity had been charmed away as the orchestra swelled.
The platform rose beneath her feet, charmed to lift her upward. The crowd gasped. Celestina laughed, breathless, delighted by their awe.
She spread her arms and sang.
"Shake me up, darling—watch the world snow down,
Crystal skies kiss my heels as I rise,
Spin me once more now, don't make me frown,
I drink every cheer from your dazzled eyes.
I was born for the lift, for the hush and the heat,
For breathless wands tracing my name in the air,
Tip the globe, love—feel fate miss a beat,
I float where the reckless and radiant dare.
If I fall, let it be in a curtain of light,
With your wanting gaze still warm on my skin,
Wind me higher, my sweet, for I don't say goodnight—
I ascend, I ascend... till the snow breaks me in."
The audience erupted. The lift charm carried her higher, the lights following as if the stars themselves had been summoned to spotlight her ascent.
Then the music stuttered. Just a breath. Just enough.
The snowglobe platform faltered, dropping a few inches before it steadied. Too small for the crowd to notice.
But Celestina felt it.
Her voice caught—not audibly, but inside. A sudden, cold awareness sliced through the thrill.
Gravity had not vanished.
It had only been waiting.
She pressed on, smile blazing, voice rich and sultry as she descended back toward the stage.
Backstage, during the brief hush between acts, her pulse thundered. Her hands shook as she reached for water, suddenly keenly aware of the floor beneath her feet. Solid. Unforgiving.
A stagehand murmured that the charm had slipped, nothing serious, fixed now. But Celestina couldn't shake the memory of Thaddeus' face. The way he'd looked at her then, not angry, not pleading, just... left behind.
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