I really want to see OT5 on Running Man! :)
Sam Claflin talking about the kiss between him and Josh.
i solemnly swear that i am up to no good
Someone (aharmonicjam) gave me a prompt at 12:11 in the morning for a drabble and told me to finish it before I go to bed. Which I did, kinda. I’ll explain at the endzzzzzz.
Prompt: 11 year old Trish, Tina, Jan and Joy. First Year Sorting Ceremony.
Really, she didn’t sign up for any of this. Her dream was to be a bestselling author while serving as the world’s president, after returning from a successful mission on Mars. They why is she here? In a place, so far away from science and society, she couldn’t even see any neighbors to their gigantic castle-school? Sure, she impressed her parents when she bent spoons with her mind, but she never considered going pro with magic. Besides, what other career prospects would she have except becoming a street magician?
Well, at least she found acquaintances she actually liked. With them, she might eventually like school.
Well, drats. It was not even the first day of school yet, but she’d already caught herself thinking of home sixteen times so far. Had they eaten lunch yet? Dinner? Were the dishes washed clean? Did they mop the floor at all today? Oh, but where were her manners—she wasn’t even listening to this gangly fellow first year boy boasting about not needing school to learn magic anyways. Then again, self-absorbed fools like this didn’t really deserve her attention. She’d rather go back home now and help her younger brothers with their homework than mind this boy.
She wondered if he’d stick around for the rest of her seven years in school too, though she fervently hoped not. If he tried, she might “accidentally” punch him in the face and hope he get the idea.
Realistically, what were the chances of a first year joining the elite Quidditch Team shortly after entering school? Once every century, which is pretty pathetic. Still he smirked. “That applies to commoners. I am no commoner,” his mind bragged (because only idiots would actually say these things). “The team would be begging me to join them. Whichever team I join would win.”
Kidding aside, he really was good at flying. He supposed it came with the genes, but he preferred to think of it as a product of practice. His uncles, being part of the national Quidditch Team had practically drilled him with techniques after giving him the latest broom-model as birthday present. And he was smart enough to pick them up rather quickly; he’d been flying across the country in no time.
Clubs seemed like a good place to start looking for friends. Now where to find those Quidditch Teams?
She knew she was going to be the youngest among the first years. Why she was allowed to go to school earlier that everyone else was a mystery to her. But she trusted the headmaster, as do her parents, which was why they made her go, young as she was. At first there was doubt—would she make friends even when there was no one her age? Well, it couldn’t be that hard; if all else fails, she could flash them a smile and no one could really resist (her) smiles.
Trish. After the sorting, she thought it was a pity her newfound friends went onto other houses. She was alone again, and she wondered if she even belonged to this place that was only meant for smart people.
Joy. She was all smiles when the pompous git that followed her around went towards the Slytherin House’s table, away from hers. “Figures,” she thought, “he only had arrogance where his brain’s supposed to be.”
Jan. He considered it lucky that of all the Quidditch Teams he could join, his future team would be the one that made cleverest strategies.
Tina. She decided to believe in what the Sorting Hat told her: she was one of a kind, but she wasn’t alone—the Ravenclaw House welcomes her, and the likes of her.
As for friends, they’ll all find each other eventually.
Word count: 617.
And sorry Jan: (1) I exceeded by 117 words. I suppose I could tailor it a bit, but at 2:38 AM, my brain is barely functioning; (2) I didn’t follow the Trish, Tina, Jan, Joy order; (3) this was more like before-after sorting than sorting itself, and there were no interactions between characters at all.
Do they sound like 11 year olds? I didn’t think so.
Oh Jinki. <3
Sorry for the long post!
I wanted to practice drawing cute poses and I love Gou and I’m sure everyone from Free would love to give her a kiss, too so there you go :>