Drabbles for Impromptuthon for Halfamoon
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nocoward_soul
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: Alice Longbottom, fight
Word count: 237
Rating: General, no warnings
Alice Longbottom was an Auror, and fighting came with the job. In school, she’d been in Dueling Club, and she’d done well with offensive and defensive spells, strategy, and building stamina. Outside of class, she’d handled problems when they came up, usually through words and not force. If force was required, however, she handled things quickly and simply. Fighting was simply one thing she could do - one thing in which she had to excel to become an Auror.
She’d never thought she’d come to love it.
Running down a dimly lit Muggle alleyway with Alastor Moody one night, she planned the spells she’d cast when they Apparated after their quarry. You had to be not just one step ahead, but four or five when you hunted Death Eaters. Alice was quite good at hunting Death Eaters. She paused for one moment as Moody’s eye spun in its socket and waited for his signal. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, her heartbeat banged within her chest. They were close. She could feel it. Soon one more vile Dark wizard would be on the way to Azkaban.
She was young and invincible, and there would be no stopping her. She smiled in triumph, and then she was all business again as Moody gave the signal to Apparate. She would be ready for whatever came next.
She was an Auror. Fighting came with the job, and she loved her job
Forticketsonmyself
Fandom: Neverwhere
Prompt: Door and Door/Richard, new vistas, post-canon
Word count: 294
Rating: General, no warnings
Door placed her hand on the wall of the Regency alley and opened her way into a medieval mews. Horses stamped their feet and snorted puffs of steam into the cold winter air. She pulled her leather jacket more snugly around her. It had not been as cool in the alley, but that’s how the Underside worked. Day into night, summer into winter – the Underside was every moment that had ever been.
She pressed her hand to the wall of an empty stall, and this time she stepped into the electric light of a disused platform. There was a cinema here, leftover from the days when the Underground doubled as bomb shelter and safe haven for the folk of London Above.
There would be a show tonight, consisting of newsreels, cartoons, and films from disparate eras. Door loved it here. A crowd milled about the ticket counter, and she nodded her head to the many who greeted her. She was well-known in her own right as the Lady of the House of the Arch now, and no longer merely Portico’s eldest daughter.
She waited for the person she’d planned to meet. When she saw him slip from the shadows, wary and watchful and ready to deal with whatever he must, she went to him.
“Hullo, Richard,” she said, standing on her toes to press a kiss to the side of his mouth. Her eyes sparkled, the opalescent flecks as bright as her smile.
Richard smiled and took her hands. “Hello, Door.”
At the counter, Richard traded a spoon and a small ball of twine for two tickets, and they disappeared into the cinema arm-in-arm. For a few hours, they both forgot the stresses and the difficulties of taking up new places in London Below.
nocoward_soulFandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: Alice Longbottom, fight
Word count: 237
Rating: General, no warnings
Alice Longbottom was an Auror, and fighting came with the job. In school, she’d been in Dueling Club, and she’d done well with offensive and defensive spells, strategy, and building stamina. Outside of class, she’d handled problems when they came up, usually through words and not force. If force was required, however, she handled things quickly and simply. Fighting was simply one thing she could do - one thing in which she had to excel to become an Auror.
She’d never thought she’d come to love it.
Running down a dimly lit Muggle alleyway with Alastor Moody one night, she planned the spells she’d cast when they Apparated after their quarry. You had to be not just one step ahead, but four or five when you hunted Death Eaters. Alice was quite good at hunting Death Eaters. She paused for one moment as Moody’s eye spun in its socket and waited for his signal. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, her heartbeat banged within her chest. They were close. She could feel it. Soon one more vile Dark wizard would be on the way to Azkaban.
She was young and invincible, and there would be no stopping her. She smiled in triumph, and then she was all business again as Moody gave the signal to Apparate. She would be ready for whatever came next.
She was an Auror. Fighting came with the job, and she loved her job
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ticketsonmyselfFandom: Neverwhere
Prompt: Door and Door/Richard, new vistas, post-canon
Word count: 294
Rating: General, no warnings
Door placed her hand on the wall of the Regency alley and opened her way into a medieval mews. Horses stamped their feet and snorted puffs of steam into the cold winter air. She pulled her leather jacket more snugly around her. It had not been as cool in the alley, but that’s how the Underside worked. Day into night, summer into winter – the Underside was every moment that had ever been.
She pressed her hand to the wall of an empty stall, and this time she stepped into the electric light of a disused platform. There was a cinema here, leftover from the days when the Underground doubled as bomb shelter and safe haven for the folk of London Above.
There would be a show tonight, consisting of newsreels, cartoons, and films from disparate eras. Door loved it here. A crowd milled about the ticket counter, and she nodded her head to the many who greeted her. She was well-known in her own right as the Lady of the House of the Arch now, and no longer merely Portico’s eldest daughter.
She waited for the person she’d planned to meet. When she saw him slip from the shadows, wary and watchful and ready to deal with whatever he must, she went to him.
“Hullo, Richard,” she said, standing on her toes to press a kiss to the side of his mouth. Her eyes sparkled, the opalescent flecks as bright as her smile.
Richard smiled and took her hands. “Hello, Door.”
At the counter, Richard traded a spoon and a small ball of twine for two tickets, and they disappeared into the cinema arm-in-arm. For a few hours, they both forgot the stresses and the difficulties of taking up new places in London Below.