Activity Name: Spring Drabbles
Activity Dates: Voting ends April 19th at 7PM MDT (GMT -7)
Activity Points: 1st/2nd/3rd/Participation Only: 50/40/30/10 points & 20/15/10/5 knuts, respectively Voting: 2 points
Activity Details: Write a drabble (150 word max) about Spring in Hogsmeade. Any character(s), any era but it needs to be during Spring in Hogsmeade.


Entry 1:
Peter dragged his little legs throughout Hogsmeade in the spring, wishing he didn’t have allergies. It was bad enough he was short and stubby. His robes were sort of stifling. He hated sniffling through the fun every year. He couldn’t breathe as well.

His friends never had this issue. James and Sirius were perfect, not an allergy in sight. The only time they had a red face was when they were bursting from laughter or when Lily Evans walked passed.

Some days the spring wasn’t so bad even with the allergies. Remus, who knew what having a ailment or infirmity felt like, bought him a chocolate frog from Honeydukes. Oh, the smile on Peter’s face was bright and his shoulders no longer hunched. It was a perfectly springy day in Hogsmeade and the flowers were no more the enemy.


Entry 2:
“I love the flowers, don't you Draco?”

“No.”

“Oh cheer up, misery guts!” Pansy playfully punched him and linked her arm in his. “I love spring, it's so pretty. Daffodils and -”

“Stop. Please stop,” he sighed. “This was supposed to be a quiet day in Hogsmeade.”

“It is quiet! You can hear the birds, and there's the scenery...”

“How can it be quiet when all I can here is you rattling on about flowers?”

Pansy huffed. “Draco!”

“Mhm?” he turned to see her puppy dog eyes. “Fine.” He couldn't resist them. “The flowers are pretty and the birds are...chirping.”

Pansy squealed.

“But don't tell anyone I said that,” he gave her a stern look but after seeing her pouting, he gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

“I won't,” she winked at him. “Promise.”


Entry 3:
As she stepped out of the Three Broomsticks and onto the Hogsmeade street, Annie heard the birds singing in the nearby trees. It was right that the birds were singing. They were heralding the arrival of a new life.

Another contraction hit and Harry gripped her arm tightly as he guided her to a spot from which they could apparate.

What if Harry was right and it was a girl? Annie was convinced it was a boy, but what if she was wrong? She had been calling him James this whole time. She had been telling him about the world he was coming into, about the blue nursery she had decorated for him. His name was James. He was a boy.

And the birds were singing, because it was spring, and because there was new baby coming.

They apparated.


Entry 4:
“Your usual?” Madam Rosmerta asked, as the group of professors entered the bar. The students veered clear of them, but she knew their orders. They had come for years.

“I think so,” Professor Slughorn grinned, “I like your mead, Rosmerta.”

She began pouring a pint, “Of course Horace.”

“It is a very nice day out,” Pomona Sprout pointed out, “It’s truly becoming spring.”

“Warm days are a good time for cider,” MgGonagall pointed out.

“Shall we get a round?” Horace asked. Everyone consented.

“What about the mead?” she asked. It was already poured.

“Oh, I can drink two,” he winked.


Entry 5:
Rosmerta looked out the window at the snow melt dripping off the awning. She shook her head and sighed, making her way to the door and the man beyond.

She opened the door to see Aberforth standing outside, hand poised to knock. He chuckled as she arched her eyebrow.

The silence lasted only a moment. "Spring in Scotland," she shook her head, stepping back and allowing him inside.

"You ready for the students?"

She looked back at him, "Did you come for a drink or to discuss business?"

"Drink, definitely. I miss you."

"If you missed me," she poured him a firewhiskey, "You'd come round more."

He looked down, accepting the drink and nodding slowly. "You could come to my place."

She laughed, "I've too much to do here."

"Rosmerta."

"Fine, I"ll try."

He smiled and took a sip.


Entry 6:
Title A Cracking Spring
Entry
The war was over. Suddenly everyone was happy again. Spring was a time of renewal, and this time no one had an evil dark lord who killed everyone in his sight to worry about. Everyone was making babies, feeling snazzy, and stopping every once in a while to smell the roses.

The trio had never been better. Somehow the war had avoided leaving scars on them. They went back to their normal lives, and when spring came, they had one thing on their minds. Flowers.

So they headed down to Hogsmeade where flowers were in full bloom. Without the magic of a dark lord to taint the ground, Hogsmeade was a literal field on blossoms. Harry looked at Ron who looked at Hermione, and then they all clasped hands and frolicked through the flowers. All was well.

The end.


Entry 7:
Charlie was so proud of the box of candy he’d bought from Honeydukes Sweetshop. Charlie had bought a huge box of sugar quills, Pepper Imps, Whizbees, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum and Every Flavoured Beans. The only problem was, where was he going to hide this all on a spring day such as this where everyone would see his huge box of candy and ask for him to share?

Then why was a piece of Drooble’s Gum floating away from the box in his hands right in front him?

A young girl caught it in her hand and with a wicked little wink she said, “I’ll show you were to go if you want to hide that. You look so lost. Follow me!” She threw the piece gum into her mouth and turned to lead the way. Charlie noticed that when she did her hair changed to a vividly pink colour.


Entry 8:
Flowers were blooming and Narcissa was glowing. And by that, I mean her skin was glowing red from an allergic reaction. She wasn't really a big fan of Spring but she long for the first Hogsmeade weekend. She wanted to walk the newly warmed sidewalks of the tiny town with her new boyfriend, Lucius, and to show him off without having to worry about being lat for classes.
Lucius met her at the front of the high street... with a handful of big bright daisies.
"Oh," she said awkwardly. "They just lovely. Really they are... AT-CHOO!"
He sneeze was so great, it started Lucius and he dropped the flowers.
"Uh... Happy Spring Narcissa. Tissue?"


Entry 9:
Luna loved spring. The sun was shining, the air was light and scented with fresh grass, the birds sang from the treetops, and little green shoots dared to peek out from the cracks in the sidewalk. She avoided them with care, not wanting to disturb the new, flourishing signs of life.

Even the people of Hogsmeade were imbued with a new vigor. They bustled about their daily lives and smiled in the sunlight. Some of them even whistled. Of course, there was the occasional sad face among them, but Luna found that even they sometimes smiled when she gave them a kind look.

This was definitely the best time of the year.


Entry 10:
"The sun is certainly happy to see us again," Luna said dreamily to herself. "It's been a very long time, hasn't it, Sun? I know what a bother all of those snow clouds are."
The sun didn't answer, of course, but Luna didn't need an answer. At least, not one beyond the gentle drip-drip-drip of melting ice and snow, or the triumphant return of so many fragile pale-green leaves, and even the occasional flower still curled up tight within itself.
Luna smiled. The conditions in Hogsmeade today were perfect for catching Blibbering Humdingers as they emerged from hibernation. She just had to find a budding flower ...


Entry 11:
Spring. Flowers blooming, gorgeous weather, all the faces in Hogsmeade smiling, love in the air.

Severus hated spring.

What others saw as a beautiful season of new beginnings and growth, a season of happiness after the dismal bleakness of winter, he saw as the perfect representation of futility. Flowers bloom. Cute little animals have cute little babies. So that, come fall, the flowers can die and the cute little animals can be eaten by somewhat less cute animals. Every vibrant, dew-kissed leaf on every pretty tree was going to wither and fall in only a few months, and then the landscape would be barren and cold again. And people would complain, as though that was somehow an ugly interruption of the normal beautiful state of things.

Fools. The normal state of things was change. Turbulent, violent, unpleasant.

Severus scowled into his coffee, and tried to pretend that Lily wasn't here with that boy


Entry 12:
Madame Rosmerta hated springtime.

Sure, the flowers were blooming. The scent of lavender filled the pub, as the fragrance drifted in from the vines draped over windows. The kitchen window overlooked a small enclosed garden, full of buzzing bees and playful birds.

All of that was well enough, and it did help lighten her heart a bit as she went about her tasks. But it did nothing to change the basic facts of springtime.

Springtime brought rain, rain made mud, and mud ended up all over her beautiful wooden floors. Soft gentle mists, or hard slanting rain, it didn't matter. No matter what variation, the resulting muck came with every customer.

Spring had its beauties, but summer could not come soon enough.


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