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firenjen · 02-10-2010, 01:40 PM

Little Green Man.

#48 Leprechaun

Now, it is fair to say that Filius Flitwick is rather on the, er, shall we say short side? Which is no bad thing whatsoever. But as small as he is in his adult life, it is very hard to imagine how teeny tiny he was in his younger years. Especially as a toddler. But he never noticed anything was wrong.

That was, of course, until the other children in the village decided that it would be funny to hold him down, paint him green, and tell everyone he was a leprechaun.

But never mind. Actually, he quite liked it.

firenjen · 02-10-2010, 04:11 PM

Stop Staring at Meh!

#42 Portraits.

Minerva cowered at the bottom of the staircase, thumb in mouth. She was too scared to go up the stairs. They were lined, all the way up, with dozens of portraits. Old men with beards, old ladies with –admittedly- beards also. They watched her, and she DID NOT LIKE IT.

It was creepy.

So every time she had to go up to bed, she would cower at the bottom for a few moments, suck her thumb and whirl up the courage. When it came, she closed her eyes tight and RUUUUNN as fast as she could up the stairs.

Eeeeeeeeek!!!

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 04:36 PM

Shiny.

#39 Duel

Katie Bell, nappy clad and thumb in mouth, waddled up to her mother. She was at the stage of learning language, and had not quite mastered all of the dynamics of it yet. She tugged on the hem of her mothers robes.

“Mummyyyy,” she said, he eyes shining. “Mummy, I want a duel!”

Mrs Bell looked at her daughter. “Er, pardon?”

“I want duel! Gimme a biiiig duel! Now pwease.”

Now this was odd.

“Whatever for?” asked her mother

“’Cos it’s shiny and pretttyyyyy!”

Confusion crossed her face, followed by understanding. “Oh!” she said. “You mean a jewel!”

“Yes pwease.”

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 05:41 PM

What was THAT?

#75 Yodel

Peter shut a hand over his mouth quickly, teeny eyes bulging. He had been experimenting with noises, gurgling and so on, when the most particular noise had come from him. Peter didn’t know it yet, but it was what he would later learn to refer to as a “yodel.”And it intrigued him.

Slowly, he uncovered his mouth, blinked, and did it again. The sound was amazingly awesome!

“TEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!!!” The laugh sounded like a pig being tickled. He yodelled again. And again. AND AGAIN!

He liked to Yodel. A LOT. But how was he doing it?

It had to be magic.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 07:37 PM

Under the Thumb.

#30 Feast

Some people liked sugary foods, others liked pastries. Some liked to see a mountainous pile of cakes and tarts and sweets and chocolates. Some liked to fill their tummies, and sit finishing off the last Chocolate Cauldron whist balancing the box on their belly. And then they liked to wash it down with fizzy drinks, with milk, squash or cordial.

But Severus Snape, when he was a baby, like nothing more than to suck away on his chubby thumb, until his teeth grew outwards and his cheeks hollowed.

It was comfortable, and it was nice. Far better than a feast.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 07:38 PM

Everybody Scream.

#51 Act

“Pansy, you are acting like a spoilt brat!!”

“But I WANT it, mummy!!” The little, black-bobbed girl looked daggers at her mother. She was GOING to get that fluffy toy in the shop window if it killed her.

“Maybe we should get it for her,” said Pansy’s father, dubiously. “She’s only ickle, after all.”

Pansy fluttered her eyelashes at her father.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m only ickle.”

Pout pout. If the pouting and the big eyes didn’t get her the toy, then she didn’t know WHAT would work.

“No.” Said mummy.

Pansy sighed. She would have to resort to screaming.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 07:40 PM

Little Prince.

#96 Socks

Denis Creevy spent a long time getting ready in the morning. He made sure his clothes were wrinkle free, and his shorts were creased in all the right places. Many people thought that this was odd behaviour for a boy of so few years, but it was just how he had been brought up.

The thing he spent the longest amount of time on, however, were his socks. Each morning before school he would don his socks, and pull them up as far as they would go before putting on his shoes.

He was the perfect little prince, he was.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 07:58 PM

Genius.

#91 Future

Now, there was, of course, no proof of this whatsoever, as little Sybille Trelawney was too young to really know what it was all about yet, but she was pretty sure that she could see the future. Why? Well, several instances pointed this way.

For example, she could tell when other children were about to cry. She just knew it. (The fact that they all had quivering lips and watery eyes was something that she liked to ignore, preferring to jump to the conclusion that she JUST KNEW.)

She was, she thought, really quite clever. A genius, in fact.

Duh.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 08:08 PM

Tom Riddle the Toddler.

#77 Cheerful

“You look cheerful today, Tom.”

One of the chubby workers looked down at Tom Riddle the toddler, motherly smile on her face. He wished she’d stop. She was all wrinkly. And old. That was just gross.

Tom nodded, but said nothing. In truth, he was strangely cheerful. He was too young, of course, to be properly in touch with his emotions, but something about tripping the little boy that poked his tongue out at Tom at breakfast, so hard that he had taken a nasty fall and nearly gone down the stairs, gave Tom a warm, comfortable, fuzzy feeling inside.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 08:16 PM

Shiny.

#5 Astronomy

Pavati, from a young age, had been interested in all things shiny. She collected shiny things, earrings and that sort of thing - which led to her mother eventually having to fix a lock onto her jewellery box. She also came up with another thing to ensure her jewellery remained safely out of the way of one half of her twins. She bought Pavati her very own necklace, which was silver with one little silver shiny star hanging from it; a star like that of which Pavati would one day learn about in Astronomy.
It was her precious; her shiny.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 08:21 PM

Well THAT was Stupid.

#69 Slap

Something was confusing Gregory Goyle. He sat in his little bed, sucking a dummy and looking confusedly at his thigh. He had just hit it accidently, and now there was a red mark there!

OH MY GOD HE WAS GOING TO DIE!!

His big eyes bulged, but so far he was fine. Well that was strange. He raised a tentative hand, and slapped it back down on his chubby flesh again. The red mark deepened. Goyle grunted, and did it again.

That was when the pain set in. The dummy fell from Goyle’s mouth as he le out a cry.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 08:32 PM

I Want One.

#44 Ford Anglia

Colin Creevy bent so far backwards that he was in dire danger of toppling over backwards. Be this as it may, however, he could not bring himself to stop staring at the little blue speck moving through the otherwise cloudy sky. He was sure it wasn’t supposed to be there. If he squinted, and tilted his head slightly to the left, he could just about make out its shape.

Was that – Yes, yes it was! It was a car!

How did it get up there?!

Colin wasn’t sure, but one thing was certain; he was SO having one of those!

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 08:41 PM

Tactics.

#27 Owl

“But Daddyyyyyyy,” moaned Lily Potter, “I WANT one!”

“Lily,” said Harry, “you can’t have an owl just yet. You can have one when you go to Hogwarts. You’ll actually use it then.”

She pouted.. Harry hated it when she did that. Her lip trembled. He hated that even more.

“But I want one now,” she said in a little voice.

Harry thought quick. He sat his little girl on his lap.

“I once met an owl when I was younger. I bit me real bad. I had scars for ages.”

Lily stopped pouting. “I don’t want an owl,” she said.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 08:47 PM

Crisps.

#14 Hogwarts

Marcus Flint wasn’t like most kids that get their Hogwarts letters through the post. He wasn’t excited, he didn’t care about learning magic stuff. He just couldn’t be bothered. He wanted to lie on the couch at home, eating crisps and drinking Cola, fanks very much.

Well, that was until his mother had (quite literally) dragged him to Diagon Alley, and he set eyes on a broom. Now that he could handle. Plus, he was pretty sure he would be able, with some practise perhaps, to hold onto a broom whist shoving crisps into his mouth with the other hand.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 08:53 PM

Big Toe.

#64 Nap

Dedalus Diggle was a peculiar child. This didn’t worry his parents though, they encouraged any abnormal behaviour as they thought it helped to release ones true self later on in life. What made him stand out from the other children was when it came down to nap time. Other children (his parents knew, because they had seen it in friends children) lay down snuggled under blankies, sucking a thumb and perhaps dribbling every now and then. Some even snored, but that was as far as it went.

Not Dedalus though. He lay on his back and sucked his big toe.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 09:07 PM

Make Daddy Pretty.

#67 Quell

Nothing could quell one of Rose Weasley’s tantrums once she got going. When this occurred Ron would make himself scarce, and mutter something to Hermione about needing to go and do “work stuff.”

Hermione thought it rather peculiar that all of this “work stuff” seemed to involve being at the Potters. She was NOT happy that she was left soothing the red faced, tear-stained child whilst Ron was off enjoying himself.

“Rose, “ she pleaded desperately one evening, “if you’re quiet, when Daddy gets home he’ll let you do his hair! In ribbons and everything!”

Rose stopped crying at once.

firenjen · 02-12-2010, 09:13 PM

Print.

#84 Angry

Padma Patil, it was fair to say, had an angry streak in her early years. Her parents speculated that this had spurred from having to share everything with a twin sister. What they were most shocked of were the names that their daughter came out with whenever she got in a row with her sister. She currently favoured “poop head,” but this was second only to “stinky,” and “bum face.”

So one day they sat her down and gave her a good talking too. Very stern they were.

The hand print on her bottom, she fears, will always be there.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 04:35 PM

Don't Eat Meh!

#35 Pureblood

“I still don’t get it.”

The ten year old Dora Tonks had been questioning her father all day on the subject of being a pureblood. “So does it mean that we taste better?”
Ted Tonks furrowed his brows. “What? Wait – No!”

Tonks frowned. She was finding this all a bit confusing, to be honest. She picked a spot on her chin, and readdressed her father.

“But what about vampires? If they eat us, we must taste better right? If they eat half bloods, they’re only getting half the blood, so they must still be hungry! I don’t wanna be eaten!!”

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 04:36 PM

Safe Place.

#82 Careful

“Molly dear, be careful with those. They’re mummy’s best earrings.” She said it in a kind manner, the only hint of apprehension showing towards the end of the sentence. Molly waddled forwards, hands full of shiny gems and jewels. The toddler stopped just short of her mother, gave her a slightly scary (and not altogether particularly reassuring) smile and said, “I keep them safe for mummy.”

Her mother smiled. “That’s very nice dear, its just they were very – “

She stopped, watching in horror as her daughter shoved the bundle of jewels in her nappy.

“Niiice and safe,” she said.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 04:38 PM

'Snot Funny.

#65 Ooze

It worried the Johnsons slighly that their four year old daughter who, being a girl, was supposed to like pink and fluffy things, seemed to have such an unhealthy obsession with snot.

Instead of crying and shying away from it, gagging and screaming whenever she saw the green slimy stuff oozing away, Angelina would giggle, clap her hands together and, if her parents didn’t stop her first, try to reach out and touch it.

Because of this, they kept a constant watch on her, especially when she got a cold. That was always a dangerous time. It was just GROSS.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 04:39 PM

'Sweet Dreams.

#36 Muggle

Oliver Wood lay in his cot, fast asleep and breathing heavily. Above him hung an old, wooden muggle-style mobile, which flashed images of trains, footballs and stars at him. It whizzed away in the night-time, its gentle buzzing soothing his sleep and mixing with the sound of his breath.
Olive turned over in his sleep, and suck a podgy little pink thumb in his mouth, where he continued to suck contently. He was dreaming. Not of anything in particular, but of bright colours, speeding winds, and flashes of gold.

As he slept, the mobile continued to whirl soothingly above him.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 04:40 PM

Silly Ninny.

#17 Cauldron

“James! Take that off of your head, you silly ninny!” Said Ginny, staring at her son, who was sitting in the centre of the kitchen with an upturned coulren on his head.

James Potter giggled, his voice echoing from within the pot. “Hahaha, silly ninny,” he repeated. “Silly ninny. Silly Ginny!! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Ginny rolled her eyes and gave Harry a warning look, but Harry couldn’t help joining in with the laughter of his son.

“What’s the cauldron for?”Harry asked James, crouching to his son’s level, brows pulled tightly together.

“Protect me from spiders”

“Who told you that?”

“Uncle Won”

“Ahh.”

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 04:40 PM

Scribe.

#40 Spell

It was fair to say that Marcus Belby, although young, had trouble with his spelling. And whenever he tried to learn, he got impatient, and half the time he ended up grabbing the paper he was writing on and tearing it in two. Then he would sit in a stubborn stupor for the remaining day.

So if he didn’t like it, why was he doing it? He resolved, therefore, that in the future he would hire a scribe, who would stay with him at all times and do his spelling for him.

His parents didn’t seem enthusiastic about this idea.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 04:50 PM

Merlin's Oversized Shorts.

#29 Pensieve

“Honestly child, you are SO forgetful! You ought to have a Pensieve! The you would be able to remember things. Like the fact that I only have five sugars in my tea, NOT FOUR AND A HALF!”

Well how was Millicent supposed to remember that anyway? She was seven! She shouldn’t even be making tea!

And what in the name of Merlin’s oversized shorts was a Pensieve?

Millicent Bulstrode stared determinately at her Grandma, who was wagging a pointy fingernail at her. “Make sure you do it better next time,” she sneered. “Or you’ll be out of the inheritance.”

Riiiight.

firenjen · 02-13-2010, 04:56 PM

Fatty.

#88 Sweet Tooth

Cho stood against the shop window, tongue lolling out in a longing kind of way, and podgy little hands pressed up against the glass. He eyes were fixed determinedly on a large cocktail stick, which had been violently speared through an assortment of marshmallows, chewy spiders, fruity dragons, liquorish laces and fizzy bats.

It was AMAZING. And she WANTED it.

“Mummyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,” she began, eyeing the sweet treat greedily and keeping her eyes fixed on it. But her mother cut her short. “No, Cho. It’s not good to have a sweet tooth. You’ll get huge!”

She didn’t care. She WANTED it.

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