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30 June | Harry Potter | the wild things
Title: The Wild Things
Day/Theme: 30 June / moon animals
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: the Marauders, essentially
Rating: PG
Word Count: 327
Rumors circulate immediately.
"I heard they are ravenous spirits, ten times more dangerous than polstergeists, who prowl the Forbidden Forest in moonlight for students foolhardy enough to sneak out."
"Or else, they are a band of travelling incubi, desirous for the flesh of fourth years, eager to sip upon their girlish shadows."
The girls who hear this squeal.
"At midnight once a month, three lumbering, grotesque figures crawl out of the ground at the edge of the forest, by the whomping willow. I've seen it."
"They're spirits, I'm telling you. They possess students on the full moon and have them run around the countryside, causing all sorts of trouble."
"When they wake up, they don't remember a thing."
"But there's mud and leaves and blood everywhere."
Mouths lay agape.
"Rubbish. It's the centaurs, of course. They never liked us."
"No, I heard from someone who saw him out of the corner of his eye. It's just one man, a nutter wearing a black riding robe who runs with wolves."
"That's plausible."
"That's ridiculous."
"It's the honest truth, I swear."
One voice sneers, "It's just a bunch of stupid boys."
But he is ignored.
"It must be thestrals. I heard they could fly."
"I heard they're shape-shifting kelpies, like Pooka, who could take the form of anybody, even one of us."
"Only a hobgoblin could cause that sort of trouble."
"Or maybe they're lonely ghosts."
"I think they're vampires. They call themselves 'The Moonlighters'."
"They have no name. People only call them...mad men."
"I'm telling you, it's one bloke. Just the one!"
Someone turns to the Gryffindor table.
"What do you think, Potter?"
The quartet, until then, sat in utter silence. James grins through his pumpkin juice.
"They're called 'the Marauders'. They told me so themselves."
The Great Hall erupts with fresh gossip. Remus listens, pales a shade, glares meaningfully across the table. James shrugs.
"Chin up, Moony." And, with familiar smugness, excuses himself from the table.
Day/Theme: 30 June / moon animals
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: the Marauders, essentially
Rating: PG
Word Count: 327
Rumors circulate immediately.
"I heard they are ravenous spirits, ten times more dangerous than polstergeists, who prowl the Forbidden Forest in moonlight for students foolhardy enough to sneak out."
"Or else, they are a band of travelling incubi, desirous for the flesh of fourth years, eager to sip upon their girlish shadows."
The girls who hear this squeal.
"At midnight once a month, three lumbering, grotesque figures crawl out of the ground at the edge of the forest, by the whomping willow. I've seen it."
"They're spirits, I'm telling you. They possess students on the full moon and have them run around the countryside, causing all sorts of trouble."
"When they wake up, they don't remember a thing."
"But there's mud and leaves and blood everywhere."
Mouths lay agape.
"Rubbish. It's the centaurs, of course. They never liked us."
"No, I heard from someone who saw him out of the corner of his eye. It's just one man, a nutter wearing a black riding robe who runs with wolves."
"That's plausible."
"That's ridiculous."
"It's the honest truth, I swear."
One voice sneers, "It's just a bunch of stupid boys."
But he is ignored.
"It must be thestrals. I heard they could fly."
"I heard they're shape-shifting kelpies, like Pooka, who could take the form of anybody, even one of us."
"Only a hobgoblin could cause that sort of trouble."
"Or maybe they're lonely ghosts."
"I think they're vampires. They call themselves 'The Moonlighters'."
"They have no name. People only call them...mad men."
"I'm telling you, it's one bloke. Just the one!"
Someone turns to the Gryffindor table.
"What do you think, Potter?"
The quartet, until then, sat in utter silence. James grins through his pumpkin juice.
"They're called 'the Marauders'. They told me so themselves."
The Great Hall erupts with fresh gossip. Remus listens, pales a shade, glares meaningfully across the table. James shrugs.
"Chin up, Moony." And, with familiar smugness, excuses himself from the table.