Creative Social
Society members got together for a creative evening to test out their writing skills, producing a variety of fanfiction from prompts.
Prompts: STARBUCKS, DETAILS, ESSAY
Ron frowned, watching the quill shake in Hermione’s hand. “Er, Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“How much coffee has Hermione had?” He cast a worried glance at the bushy head of hair that was bent over an increasingly long roll of parchment.
“I think the barrista in Starbucks knows her name.” Harry raked his hand through his hair. “Do you think she’s nearly finished that essay?”
Ron pulled a face. “I dunno. But if she puts any more details in, she might as well hand in an encyclopaedia.”
Hermione looked up sharply, glaring. “She isn’t deaf,” she retorted and cast a Silencing Charm. Now to get her essay finished in peace and quiet.
Prompts: DESK, RHYTHM, REVOLUTION
One Charms class, Harry, Ron and Hermione were practising how to make furniture dance. They were quite successful, and so the desks were dancing quite rhythmically.
After Charms, the desks were very tired from all the dancing. So they started a revolution.
Next class, instead of dancing in the classroom, the desks marched out and rampaged the whole school.
This left Hogwarts in ruins.
Prompts: PENCIL, ICE, DEPRESSION
Draco sat on the window ledge and considered the sunrise. At least the sun would melt all the ice - it was quite depressing when he couldn’t go outside - his complexion was too delicate to survive the cold weather. Oh, doom and woe, he thought. All he had to do was write love poems to his dearly beloved with his lucky pencil. Hopefully, his luck would be better this time and by tonight he would get laid.
Prompts: SECRET, SILVER, BEGINNING
In the beginning was the word and experience shows us that words can be very disturbing!
“Have you seen the Daily Prophet today, Padfoot?” asks James.
Sirius jumps. “What!”
“There’s an article about the mysterious secret silver room again.”
“What does it say?” Sirius asks, looking sheepish.
“They have decided that this so-called ‘secret’ room is located in a third floor corridor.”
“Oh,” says Sirius.
“Oh, and they imply that the room is being used for some interesting activities,” states James, raising his eyebrows.
Then, Remus enters the room. “Padfoot, it’s time for our joint remedial potions on the third floor!”
Prompts: MYTHOLOGY, SHAKESPEARE, RUN
“What the hell’s going on?” yelled Blaise, ducking as a hex narrowly missed him.
“What do you think, idiot? We’re losing?” Draco grabbed the other boy’s arm. “Run!”
“Losing?” asked Blaise. “how can we be losing?” They dived behind a tree.
Draco scowled. “I can’t help feeling we’re the bad guys here.”
Blaise stared. “Really? But how?”
“You know how my dad likes to quote Shakespeare? All that ‘look like th’ innocent flower but be the serpent under ‘t crap?”
“Yeah. Always sounds dead classy.”
Draco sighed. “Well, it turns out that from mythology - particularly biblical - the snakes are on the evil side.”
“Oh.” Blaise scratched his head. “Shit. Who’d have thought it?”