100-word drabbles for a range of ships. *Requests always welcome! Repeats allowed~*
Chapters 71-80: [FFN] [AO3] | ← → | start from the beginning
Pairings/Characters: Fabian Prewett/Dorcas Meadowes, The Fat Friar/Nearly Headless Nick, Marlene McKinnon/Gideon Prewett, The Fat Lady/Professor Binns, Tom Riddle, Sr./Merope Gaunt, Olympe Maxime/Igor Karkaroff, Jimmy Peakes/Rose Zeller, Salazar Slytherin/Helga Hufflepuff, Septimus Weasley/Cedrella Black Weasley, & Perenelle Flamel/Nicolas Flamel
Rating: K
Words: 1,000 collectively
Additional info: romance, slash, angst, fluff, pre-Marauder era, Marauder era, Harry's era, 2nd person POV, 3rd person POV
Summary: Song by Sammy Davis, Jr., 100-word drabbles by mew. So is unrequited love always unrequited? | Various pairings, eras, etc. Includes het, slash, femslash, cross-gen, next-gen, but nothing too bad. Read it all or only what you like!
71: FabianDorcas
Hmm. Getting a girl to think of you was harder than it looked.
Fabian didn't understand what Gideon had that he didn't. For Merlin's sake, Gideon could cough and Marlene would look his way!
Fabian had no such luck. He could dye his hair pink for all it mattered, and Dorcas wouldn't bat an eyelash at him. So what on earth would attract her blasted attention?!
"Oi, Meadowes, we need to have a little chat." But Fabian's resolve dissolved when her eyes landed on him.
Maybe the catch was not turning to a pile of helpless goo at her feet.
72: FatFriarSirNick
"Good evening, Sir Nicholas. A donation for the local monastery?"
"But of course, my good friar! How are you today? Please, do come in for another look at my library. I'd love another debate with you, my good friend."
"That's all right, Sir Nicholas. I should be on my way, though I would be overjoyed to stay awhile."
"Oh, friar—don't look so sad. I promise to make another donation soon, honest."
"Another—donation? Ah, yes. I suppose that will…do."
"Beg pardon?"
"Never mind me, Sir Nicholas. I'm merely lost in my multitude of thoughts and yearnings. Good day."
73: MarleneGideon
You're a tough girl. Pretty, yes, but tough. You're hard-as-nails and you pride yourself on it. You've been like the older sister to your four friends in the dorm; Lily, Dorcas, Mary, and Alice probably won't ever see you in a different light.
That's fine with you. You prefer looking after others than having others look after you. It would feel odd if that happened.
But Gideon… He's such a nonsensical bloke. He's got this way about him that makes his "hello" freeze you in your tracks.
That's what true magic's all about—Confounding the other without needing the spell.
74: FatLadyProfessorBinns
What a handsome fellow! Sure, she could see right through him, but he had an intelligent, sharp look to him that she liked.
And when he opened his mouth—well, she couldn't quite see through his ramblings. But he could also be rather vague, and in those times she would space out just a tiny bit and look right through him…
No, really. She had a bad habit of looking right through him. The Fat Lady couldn't help it that her paramour, Professor Cuthbert Binns, was a ghost.
But she did love watching him float her way when he could…
75: TomSrMerope
He had the faintest of tastes on his lips, but he couldn't place it. What was it? Tonic? Alcohol? Muddied rainwater?
Tom Riddle felt surprisingly alert and numb at once. How could his mind be so fuzzy when the rest of him felt so relaxed, so at ease?
(And when he absentmindedly touched his chest, his heart felt as it never had before.)
But he eventually snapped out of his daze, his conscience nagging him that whatever he was involved in was wrong.
(In actuality, he probably would've loved to have known he was now Tom Riddle, Sr., Miss Merope.)
76: OlympeIgor
He was beneath her. Olympe Maxime might have had her own sordid past, but she was still a lady. And ladies sparkled—they could never deal with dirt.
Igor Karkaroff generously offered her a dance as the Yule Ball commenced, though. Olympe knew it would be in poor taste to turn him down—for decorum's sake—but she still didn't want to touch him. Even if he did appear to have bathed.
Instead, he asked for a chat and a sharing of spirits. That, she could handle.
She just didn't know that a lady sometimes needed to dirty her heels.
77: JimmyPRoseZ
Without the power or experience, they couldn't fight. They couldn't do much of anything but watch those they knew do the fighting for them. It bothered both of them, but what McGonagall said was set in stone. Colin ignored her—and where had that gotten him?
Jimmy Peakes and Rose Zeller stood by the sidelines, shivering and waiting for it to be over. But it wouldn't be over as quickly as they hoped, and they would never forget standing together, breaths hitched until victory was finally declared.
And Jimmy would never forget the girl whose hand he grasped in relief.
78: SalazarHelga
The scent of her lingered everywhere.
Salazar pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. At least Helga didn't wear some noxious perfume as Rowena did—but it didn't help when Salazar was trying to enjoy a moment's break and read a good book and in wafted the scent of lemon-flavored scones and cinnamon.
He also knew that if he dared to get up and say something to that woman, then she would just smile at him, her brown eyes set on him.
Good gods. She knew exactly how to unsettle him, that cheeky little minx. …now he was hungry.
79: SeptimusCedrella
Well, this would be interesting. Septimus knew that Cedrella would want to keep tradition alive in the family. One only had to look at any of their relatives to know that tradition had held on long enough—all the old Latin names and star names…
They'd already had two sons and were awaiting their third, but what to name him? Surely Cedrella wouldn't expect another oddball name to bestow on their poor youngest!
But when he was born and Cedrella looked Septimus in the eye, Septimus didn't think that Cedrella minded very much that "Arthur" wasn't very traditional at all.
80: PerenelleNicolas
"Who wants to live forever?"
"I do."
Nicolas said it as though he'd told her that the sky was blue today. Perenelle knew he wouldn't be changing his mind anytime soon, but they were only recently married. Since that was the case, maybe she had a chance to get out before it was too late, before Nicolas' project consumed both of them. The Philosopher's Stone was just a myth…
But Perenelle understood that she'd already been consumed by her love for him.
Funny how the Stone reminded her of her beating, crimson heart—she hoped that's why he wanted it.
Remarks for—
Ch75: I want to know what would've happened had TomSr/Merope had a chance…
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