MadiMalfoy

[magemadi]

Hey all, this is where I'm going to post my drabbles for the writing prompts! I'd love feedback from all of you as I'm always looking to improve my writing.  

I may not get to them every week, but I will do my best to do at least one a month! (Keep me accountable, y'all!)

My first attempt at a prompt is the Prompt #5 with the following scenario: Your character meets someone who can see into the future. 

Also, I guess it turned into an HP x Doctor Who crossover drabble? So who knows what you'll be getting from me with these prompts! 

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Katherine rushed through the atrium of the Ministry of Magic towards the lifts, her arms full of files from the Records department for the bloody idiot of a partner she had, just to get him up to speed in time for their meeting with their MLE boss later in the afternoon. She was just passing the fountain when a woman came careening around the corner, crashing right into Katherine, sending the files flying out of her arms.

Before Katherine could say a word, the woman gripped her forearms tightly and said in a strange, distorted voice, “The visitor with the blue box brings with him an oncoming storm. One who steps aside is the one who is wise.”

Katherine barely registered the woman’s words before she was released from the vice-like grip and the woman turned and disappeared into the crowd now filling the atrium. She gathered her files up and continued on with her day, doing her best to forget the interaction entirely.

It wasn’t until she was on her way home that she saw it; the blue box, the blue police box, with a tall man in a long brown coat and brown suit leaning against it watching her.

“Oi, blue box man!” Katherine shouted at him. “Not today, thank you!”

Six months later Katherine listened to the news on the radio as the Doctor saved London, but failed to save himself from the void.

Word count: 235 words

[magemadi]

Prompt #6: This week, we have a picture prompt! Take a look at this+ image and write a quick drabble related to it. 

I haven't written fluff in forever so this was a nice little prompt!

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It was the first thing Hermione saw on her desk when she walked into her office that morning. A single blush-colored rose placed ever so precisely next to her array of framed photos. Her eyes lit up and she could barely contain her excitement at the promise the rose held for her.

She took a moment to breathe deeply, re-centering herself, to prepare for a busy workday, knowing she couldn’t afford to be lost in daydreams like a silly schoolgirl with her amount of duties. Inhaling the scent of the rose one more time had her wishing it was already five p.m. Each meeting seemed to drag on right into the next one until the last one with the Magical Law Enforcement Department Head was finishing up at four thirty.

With the minutes ticking down, Hermione organized all of her files for tomorrow, leaving a list of topics to research in the morning.

The clock in her office played a melodic tune, causing a smile to break out on Hermione’s face. She packed up her bag and left her office, saying her goodbyes modestly enough before rushing home through the Floo to her waiting husband.

As soon as she stepped out of the Floo she was swept off her feet into her husband’s arms, and she was content.

Word count: 219

[Bunbury]

Hey! I'm really impressed that in both your drabbles you manage to pack a whole story -- complete with a beginning/middle/end, character, conflict, etc. -- into under 250 words. It's awesome

 

[magemadi]

Prompt #7: Use the below color palette as inspiration for a drabble! You have full freedom with the way you interpret it and use it. 

 

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Marcus woke up from his nap to the feeling of a wet paintbrush on his arm. He opened his eyes to see Zoe crouching on the floor next to the couch with a plate of paint and a guilty expression.

“What the hell are you doing, Zoe?” he asked, flinching when he saw the haphazard streak of charcoal paint on his forearm.

Zoe shrugged and said, “Painting. I’m trying to figure out which three from this set go best with your skin tone.” She swiped a new color on his arm before he could pull it out of her reach, leaving him with a dusty lavender streak next to the charcoal.

“Will you stop doing that?” he shouted, attempting to untangle himself from his blanket one-handed to not get paint everywhere.

She merely gave him an impish smile before striking once more with her paintbrush. This time, she got him on the cheek with brown that nearly blended in perfectly...until the red tones of Marcus’s anger appeared. Zoe had the good sense to look mildly ashamed at her actions.

“Seriously, Zoe? I just bought you eight new canvases last weekend!” Marcus said.

“Well, you see, I’ve decided to change things up a bit with my art. The canvas just feels too restricting if you get what I mean. You are my new canvas.” she replied, smirking before swirling two of her paints together and holding the paintbrush up. “Will you let me work in peace now, please?”

Word count: 248 

I got a little carried away with this one and had to cut it down, lol!! 

[magemadi]

I'm back after a couple weeks of having no time to write, so here's a new one! 

Prompt #9: Describe a room using every sense except sight.

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He awoke to the smell of French toast cooking,  in a bed that was not his own. His heart rate accelerated until he remembered yesterday’s events. The hard wood of the door on his back as she pressed up against him, teasing him. Her stereo system, playing out a different playlist than what she’d curated for the party. A smile crept onto his face as he inhaled her lavender scent emanating from the pillows. The room, impeccably clean before they’d entered last night, now strewn about with all articles of clothing. He curled his toes into her bedsheets, jealous of their silkiness; he was going to have to go buy new ones for his own bed after sleeping on these ones. The stereo was now silent, but the hustle and bustle of the woods just outside her bedroom window was music enough to his ears. He heard the telltale creak of the wooden floorboards bending under her weight outside the bedroom door, and began the arduous process of dressing himself in yesterday’s clothes. A light touch, a hint of lavender, and he was gone from the bedroom.

This isn't my favorite by any means of the ones I've done, but it's also been a solid....eight months since I last wrote truly descriptive writing so

[magemadi]

Heyo, ya girl is back again with another prompt attempt!  

Prompt 11: Your character gets the ability to speak to animals. 

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Newt blearily stumbled down the steps in the early morning light into the haven he’d created for his magical creatures beneath his apartment. The sound of tinkling metal perked him up as it came from the opposite side of the room from the Nifflers’ cage. He turned to the cabinet with metal knobs on it and saw his adult Niffler on the bottom drawer unscrewing one of knobs with determination.

“Oi, get off of there!” Newt exclaimed, striding over to the cabinet.

The Niffler dropped the knob in surprise at being caught and scrambled over to the cage, where the door was slightly ajar. “I almost had it,” the Niffler said before clambering back in and pulling the door closed behind him.

Newt looked incredulously at the Niffler, believing he’d just misinterpreted the usual s of the Niffler for actual words. Shaking his head, he continued through the doorway to the stand of trees where Pickett made his nest. Pickett was already hanging on a branch of the tree, inspecting some new growth he’d found as Newt walked over.

“You ready to go into town today? We’ve got another locked wooden chest to inspect for Theseus,” Newt told Pickett.

Pickett nodded and squeaked out, “Yes let’s go!” as he jumped onto Newt’s sleeve, causing him to freak out at the realization that his creatures were in fact speaking back to him, but he took it in stride and carried on, more than happy with this new development.

I got inspo for this with not only Newt, but both his Niffler AND Pickett the bowtruckle, so I decided to combine both of them into this lil' prompt! It's revived my love of writing magical creatures again that's for sure  

[galadriel]

Ah Madi, this is so cute! I hope this means you're going to work on that series of magical creature fics you'd mentioned earlier. I'm so excited to read them if you do! 

[magemadi]

Well it's been a minute but here I am with a couple I punched out tonight! 

DISCLAIMER: I will say straight up that I have no shame in saying that a lot of these are (or will be) TGWDLM-themed (don't @me, okay?) as that's my latest Thing. Anyway here they are  

Prompt #2: "Everything is fine!" Everything was not fine. 

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Paul hurried down the street to Beanies. “Okay, okay, okay. Okay! I just need a cup of black coffee to wake up! I’m sure it was just a flash mob, and the world totally isn’t turning into a musical. Everything is fine!” 

Everything was not fine. He tried to warn the cute barista working the counter, but she clearly didn’t want to take him seriously and was only being polite. It wasn’t until her two coworkers started singing without their tip song track and the other customers joined in that she started freaking out. 

“Paul, what is going on?” Emma asked, gripping his arm tightly. 

“We gotta go, Emma, just run!” Paul said in leeway of answering. 

They escaped the coffee shop and hid in an alleyway. “What the hell was that?” Emma shrieked in fear. 

Paul swallowed thickly. “I, um, I think the world is turning into a musical, but like, an evil one.” 

Emma’s eyes widened. “Oh, we’re in deep shit, aren’t we Paul?” 

He nodded and the two of them huddled together, staving off the inevitable. 

Word count: 179

Prompt #3: Write a piece with descriptions that use touch & smell but no other sense.

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Even though Emma detested her boss, she couldn’t beat coming in to a job that smelled so dang good every day. When she opened up the cafe, feeling the cool granite of the clean counters and coffee machine was her way of centering herself for a brutal work shift. The first brew of the day being, of course, her own cup of coffee, instantly lifted her from her sleepy state into wakefulness. The aroma of the coffee grounds as the espresso machine extracted every last ounce of caffeinated goodness as she made order after order after order floated throughout the coffee shop. 

The warmth left her fingertips as she handed over another cup of coffee to a customer, leaving a momentary chill behind. Sure, she didn’t enjoy her coworkers at all, Zoey with her too clumsy touch of the espresso machine, always over-extracting the grounds, and Nora with her crappy pastries and baking them to a crisp. Emma sometimes tweaked the recipes when she opened and the texture of each of her croissants and turnovers was far superior to those of Nora’s making. She took hidden pride in her skill at baking, and smiled whenever someone enjoyed one of her pastries. 

Maybe working at Beanies wasn’t the greatest job in the world, but she got to smell and drink and create coffee all day, which is something she couldn’t really beat as a student. She’d get through it eventually, though, and she was ready for that day. 

 Word count: 247