September 1st, 2003

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Nervous Dealings // PG ; HP/RW

Title: Nervous Dealings
Author: hikaru / _regarde
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Disclaimer: They're all J. K. Rowling's, and I've got the feeling that she'd have my head for this.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters: Harry/Ron
Summary: For the Pensieve challenge. Ron wonders what memories to put in the box.
Notes: Written for hp100.

Ron stared at the ornately carved box. His parents bought him a Pensieve for his commencement; now he had to fill it.

He had so many memories that he'd like to put into the Pensieve: going on adventures, being ridiculed by Slytherin, being a loser at Quidditch, being a winner at Quidditch...

But he could only choose one today, so he thought long and hard before deciding.

His first kiss. One small hand planted on his neck, drawing him closer, a name whispered in nervous reassurance. "Harry..." A sloppy, tentative meeting of lips, hidden from view by the Invisibility Cloak.
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An Offhand Idea // PG

Title: An Offhand Idea
Author: hikaru / _regarde
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Disclaimer: They're all J. K. Rowling's, and I've got the feeling that she'd have my head for this.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters: Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor
Summary: For the Sorting Hat challenge. The founders try to determine how to sort the children.
Notes: Written for hp100.


"Rowena, we need something to categorise these children. We won't live forever." Godric Gryffindor sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Can't we enchant something? Something to sort them into houses which represent our best qualities?"

"It must be something neutral, love, something which will favor no particular house. Merlin knows Salazar would love to enchant something wicked to keep the 'impure' from his house."

"What if we four enchant something? The object could choose. Or the child could choose." Rowena shrugged her shoulders.

"No, that will never do. It should be mundane." Godric looked about the room. "Like this old hat."

"Ah. Indeed."