100 Epic Drabbles for the Mischievous
Emily Browne


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Hello all. Many of you know me as Emily, Anita and/or Hera (SS loyalist). Welcome to my drabbles based around my former Hogwarts RP character—now Ministry of Magicservant RP character, Emily Browne. These drabbles will differ in context occasionaly- some being from before she started shool, or her time at Hogwarts, and others being from her time at the Ministry.

Disclaimer: I own the rights to one Miss Emily Browne, but I cannot take credit for the spectacularly magical universe in which she lives- that belongs to the brilliant minded JKR. Also any other SSRPG characters that may be mentioned in the following drabbles are not my creations, but belong to other wonderful people.

Prompts
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. Room 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



100. Homework

It wasn’t like her to procrastinate, but the last thing she had on her mind at that moment was homework. Emily Browne lay on the floor in the corner of the Ravenclaw Common Room, her head resting on her hands and a smile on her lips. Summer holidays were coming, and soon she would be out in the real world, free and independent.

Rolling onto her stomach, she pulled out a real estate magazine from behind one of her textbooks. She was looking for a nice, cheap, small apartment in London, where she could start living out her new life.

25. Sorting Hat

She was nervous, her stomach groaned loudly as suddenly it was her turn to be sorted. Bracing herself, Emily moved up the steps and sat herself on the small stool, in front of the whole school. So embarrassing! She closed her eyes as the ancient Sorting Hat was placed on her head, no doubt messing up her hair.

“Mmm yes, bright I see... and ambitious,” whispered the Sorting Hat in her ear. “A very curious mind indeed.”

Couldn’t it tell her something she didn’t already know?

The Sorting Hat sniggered, “You ought to be a.... RAVENCLAW!”

She saw that coming.

27. Owl

Taking two steps at a time, Emily hurried up to the girls dormitories in Ravenclaw Tower. Perhaps now would be the best time to catch up on some homework, considering she had left it till almost the last minute- which was very unusual for her.
Tap... tap... tap...

A small barn owl was tapping at the window pane furiously, as Emily entered the dorms.

“Dante,” she cooed affectionately as she let him in. The owl dropped a letter on her bed, then perched himself on her shoulder.

The letter read...

Your father's dead... I hope you’re happy.


....But she wasn’t.

41. Thestrals

Feeling a little adventurous, and a little bit foolish, an eight year old Emily ran out to the forest bordering her back garden. Squeezing herself through the gap between two disjointed panels of wood in the fence, she hurried down the small dirt path, feeling her way through the trees.

Emily stood in a dimly lit clearing, she hadn’t been out here on her own before. “Feru!” she called.

Seeing the skeletal winged horse before her, she pulled out a fresh piece of meat from her pocket, holding it out in front of her, daring the beast to take it.

88. Sweet Tooth

GAH! Candy! So much candy! Emily licked her lips, before settling to biting her lower lip.

Decisions, decisions, how would she decide?
Peppermint humbugs, acid pops, every-flavour beans, fizzing whizzbees, jelly slugs and sugar quills! There were endless choices, each just as mouth watering as the next! Pulling out her purse from her bag, Emily examined her financial situation, a grin turning up the corners of her lips.

She could afford as much candy as she wanted, so deciding she would do just that, she selected a bit of everything and took it to the counter. A successful shopping endeavour.

95. Snowball

That was it! This meant war!
Hiding behind a rock, Emily braced herself. It wasn’t fair, Finn had ALL the advantages, he planned his assault! But she wouldn’t let it get to her. Fumbling slightly Emily used the snow around her to form as many snowballs as she could, as quickly as she could. She wouldn’t go down without a fight.

With a brisk wand movement Emily sent her arsenal of snowballs flying over her rock toward Finlay Carmichael. Did they hit? She was too scared to look.

But as she stood to investigate....

THWACK ... right in the face.



OOC: Dedicated to RachieRu and her lovely charrie Finn.

51. Act

Why were they still playing these games? Teasing each other? And running around in circles... literally. Emily heaved a sigh as she was caught against the wall. Blaise’s arms outstretched on either side of her. She was captivated by the way he looked, how the low light enhanced his features and made his eyes sparkle mysteriously. She was stunned. Shocked. Like a deer caught in headlights. But she knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do...

Leaning up on her tiptoes, she took his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his. She was home.


OOC: Dedicated to Meh Reh and her lovely charrie Blaise.

30. Feast

It was that time again! Start of term feast, back at Hogwarts from her epic Summer holidays. Feeling a little restless, and happy to see her friends again, Emily grinned to her plate. She stared down at her dinner selection. Mashed potato, peas and roast lamb smothered in gravy. Heh this could be fun. Gathering some peas on her spoon, she checked her surroundings before ...

FLING!

... Sending it across to the Hufflepuff table. A few heads turned, with confused expressions, but weren’t all that bothered to figure out where the peas had come from. She could do this all night.

68. Roar

Ok, so what if it was immature! Everyone did it at one point or another, and today Emily was feeling rather rebellious. After stealthily concealing herself behind one of the tapestries on the third floor, the fifth year waited, patiently for her prey to wander into her trap. Not that it was much of a trap to begin with.

It wasn’t long before a gaggle of first years walked past her hiding spot.

Show time.

Creeping out slowly, and using the Sonorus spell, Emily let out a loud...

ROAR!

“Firsties!” she laughed to herself as they shrieked and ran off.

84. Angry

“MORGAN!” roared a voice from downstairs.

Emily swallowed uncomfortably. She’d either done something wrong, or didn’t do something right... she couldn’t tell. Either way, daddy dearest wasn’t in a good mood. Bracing herself she wandered downstairs and through to the drawing room.

“Yes Father?” she asked in a level voice.

He stopped pacing, and glared at her, an official looking parchment clenched in his fist. “FOUR E’S!” he bellowed crossing the room to meet her. Ahh, the O.W.L results had arrived. Emily bit her lower lip, it wasn’t that bad was it?

“You’re a disappointment.”

“I know,” replied Emily.

Sigh.

15. Room

Emily wasn’t alone. She lay there in her bed thinking about the short six years of her life. The light of the moon filtered through her window, casting a shadow on the man’s face as he stood at the end of her bed, a shiny silver blade clutched in his right hand, threatening to spear her, and a wand in his other.

Yelling or crying would do her no good, she knew that much.

“Avada Kedavra!” bellowed a loud and menacing voice.

The man fell to the floor, lifeless...

Moral of the story, don’t mess with a questionable wizards daughter.

97. Dictionary

“The answer is no Xavier!” she yelled once more.
Honestly he was wasting his breath, she was never going to marry him. Not if he was the last man on Earth!

“We’ll be good together.”

“No!”

She heard him sigh, he was getting frustrated. Good.
Emily continued to unpack her boxes, her apartment didn’t feel so empty now. Just her old books left to go.

“Morgan you should know I don’t take no for an answer, I don’t know the meaning of the word.”

“Well then look it up!” she retorted, throwing a dictionary at him. He scowled at her.

1. Herbology

So she was good at the subject, and she enjoyed it for the most part, but as she starred at the snappy cabbage she couldn’t help but frown. The stupid Chinese chomping cabbage had latched itself to the hem of her robe.
“Stupid side dish!” she moaned as she tried to poke it off her. Prodding it and poking it with her wand. At this rate she was going to spear the stupid thing. Hhmm maybe she could eat it for lunch... shame she didn’t really like cabbage. She gave the cabbage a sharp kick.

BAM!

Yeah! Take that cabbage!


OOC: Dedicated to demented_death_eater and her inspiring Herbology Class.

38. Patronus

“What in the name of Merlin’s hat is that!” he barked pointing at the silvery figure which paced in circles around them. Emily rolled her eyes. “It’s an African Wild dog, what does it look like?” she was being sarcastic, but obviously Xavier hadn’t caught on.

“It looks bloody ugly to me, that’s what,” he retorted, his face scrunched up as if he could smell troll.

Emily scowled. Who was he to judge her patronus. Sure deep down she knew it wasn’t the best looking creature in the world, but there was something dangerously charming about it which she liked.

65. Ooze

Emily made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, something which she did out of necessity, despite her lack of appetite.

Finally grabbing herself a seat half way down the Ravenclaw table, Emily glared at the selection of food. Breakfast, was easily her least favourite meal of the day. After deciding on something that looked like porridge, Emily spooned some of the gluggy mixture into her bowl.

Uhhh why was it oozy? And gooey?

Was porridge supposed to ooze? After shaking the mental image of bubotuber pus from her mind, Emily pushed her bowl away. No thank you.

94. Allergic

Emily stuffed a pepper imp in her mouth, savouring it's punchy bite. “Oohhh yeah, that's the stuff. You want one?” she offered to some random Slytherin girl she didn't know. The library sure was an unusual place to make friends with candy, though she was only offering to be polite.

“No thanks, I'm allergic.”

Emily stared.
“Allergic?”

“Yes allergic,” replied the Slytherin girl. “I can't eat them.”

“I know what allergic is.”
She WAS a Claw after all. Emily couldn't imagine a world without pepper imps.
“Sucks to be you.”

99. Newspaper

She was FUMING. In a single mouthful, Emily swallowed the seering hot cup of coffee and rose from her seat. What was this rubbish about Magical Law Enforcement having their apparition licences revoked?! Were they insane?! Well of course they were, it was the cult after all.

Emily glared at the front page of the Daily Prophet. There would be hell to pay for this, and she was going to make sure that everyone involved got a slice of it. First on the list was Armen Recard, the slimy and most irritating of all Cult members.
Anyone for charred Squid?


OOC: Dedicated to DanialRadFAN01 and his awesome charrie Armen.

19. Wand

“Eleven point six inches long, Oak wood, and Phoenix Feather core... give it a wave,” said Ollivander's shop assistant from behind the counter.
Emily took the sleek wand into her tiny palm and stared at it. Why couldn't she just pick the most POWERFUL one? Huh?!

Once she was satisfied with looking at the minuscule engravings along the side of the wand, Emily flourished her wand arm in the air. A ribbon of fire escaped the wands tip, perfectly controlled and harmless in appearance.
“How'd it feel?” asked the shop assistant for the HUNDRETH time.

“It was... great.”

17. Cauldron

Two scarab beetles, five grams of ginger root and nine drops of armadillo bile later, Emily leant over her cauldron and sniffed at the concoction inside. It smelt foul, like a mixture of dirty laundry and dragon dung, or more like that Hufflepuff that made a habit of picking his nose in Transfiguration. Badgers were so weird.

“Eeeeeeewwww,” the first year exclaimed, scrunching up her nose in distaste.

“Professor! I'm not drinking this... besides, if I was any wittier it'd be a crime.”
The dark brown haired girl sat on her high stool, her arms folded against her chest.

32. Common Room

Emily approached a BIG door with an eagle-head knocker on it. “Cool,” she whispered as she wondered how she was going to reach it since she was such a tiny firstie.

She was considering jumping for it when suddenly the knocker spoke to her. Of course it spoke!
"Which came first, the phoenix, or the flame?"

Emily scratched her chin. This was a trick question right? What if she was wrong? Or what if it told her there'd been a mistake and she was a Hufflepuff? MERLIN!!!
"A circle has no beginning."

The door swung open, revealing her new home.

61. Kiss

If there was one thing Emily detested, it was grocery shopping. Buying and cooking food was such a waste of time, when the Leaky served perfectly good food at a perfectly good price anyway. Buuutt... here she was, shopping basket in hand, strolling down the baked goods aisle in a muggle store.

A familiar sight made her stop. DINNER ROLLS!

Emily picked up the six pack of rolls, and a particular memory came to mind.

Her final year, a tent, Vindictus and a bread roll. That was one kiss she would never forget... ever.

Smirking, Emily tossed it in the basket.


OOC: Dedicated to demented_death_eater and her lovable charrie Vindi.

93. Chicken

If there was one thing she loved, it was duelling boys... and crushing them. And that's just what Emily was about to do, once she found herself a victim.

“She's tiny, you can crack her easy,” said one of the boys.

Emily eyed the blond, waiting for him to step up and 'be a man', but his hesitation annoyed her. Maybe he just needed some encouragement?

Raising her hands toward her armpit to form wings, she flapped them around a bit whilst making clucking sounds. Yeah go on, be a man, you can't lose to a chicken-girl right? … WRONG!

36. Muggle

She was mad and annoyed! And was downright ticked off! How dare these muggle CHILDREN call HER a SERVANT! This was not their castle, it was her HOME! And how dare they even think about intruding on private property. If it wasn't for the stupid Statute of Secrecy she'd teach them a lesson. DO NOT MESS WITH YOUNG WITCHES!

Emily took a deep breath, TRYING her best to relax.

“This old thing?” she said pointing to the castle across the grounds, “It's HAUNTED and it's dirty and there are heaps of rats and snakes everywhere, you don't want THIS castle.”


OOC: Dedicated to the SSRPG and it's term 27 plot.

98. Pajamas

That was it … the cult was finished, it was done for. For the most part they were locked away, and the Wizarding public wouldn't have to deal with them again for a long long time, if ever. So what was on the agenda for little miss auror-in-training Emily Browne?

For once she wasn't interested in drinking, or going out.

And she wasn't slaving away in the office doing over-time.

Nor was she studying for her advanced potion-making final.

Nope, Emily was sitting on her couch with her hair in a bun, dressed in her AWESOME thermal dragon-print pajamas. Simply relaxing.

75. Yodel

She was sitting on top of the world with the wind in her hair. The darkness of the clouds warned of bad weather, rain, lightning and maybe some hail. But it didn't concern her. No, Emily loved the outdoors, and more to the point, she loved Mount Snowdon. The snowcapped mountain of modest heights comforted her when nobody else would.

A single rock marked her centre of gravity, and it lured her there on numerous occasions. Stretching her arms out wide, and taking a deep breath, Emily let out a strange, yet liberating sound. Something like a yodel.