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These writing prompts are one-shot response only. You may pick one of the following prompts and respond on any character's account but whatever character account you are on, it must be their own POV. You can use any and all characters! There is no limit! <3 Also: there is no word count for this! Just get creative and have fun! Make sure to post them all in this thread.

PROMPTS

• Write about the very moment the Sorting Hat placed your character in their house.
• Write a narrative about a very important summer in your character's life.
• Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person. (And tag the person you write about!! :] )

[b]Name:[/b] character's name
[b]Tag:[/b] tag anyone person or character you would really like to see this prompt for fun :]
[b]Prompt:[/b] which one are you writing?

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Name: Jamie Greyback
Tag: maxima ruqayyah greyback
Prompt: "Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person. "

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I’ve always known that I love people too much. I love hard and fast and manic. Loving me, I’ve been told, is like loving lightning. I just don’t know when to stop. Of course, that assumes that I could stop, and I don’t think I can. Loving people is just too easy, and it feels too good. I know that I ask for too much when I fall in love. I want a person to love me back just as much as I love them, and that can be hard, because most people don’t love like I do. I stopped believing that I could meet a person who could do that, who could love me as much as I loved them. And then I met Max.

Maybe Max doesn’t love hard like me. Maybe she doesn’t love fast like me. Maybe she doesn’t love manic like me. But she does love. If loving me is loving lightning, then loving Max is like loving thunder. It’s slow and it’s low, but it’s so loud and you can feel it everywhere inside of you. Most people don’t appreciate Max’s kind of love, because, like thunder, you have to wait for it. Most people don’t want to wait for her, because she can be prickly and she can be aloof, and that’s off-putting. I never cared, because she was my baby sister. She was my baby sister, and I fell for her harder and faster and more manic than I had fallen for anyone else. It was beautiful.

What was even more beautiful was that Max loved me back with her thunderous love, and for the first time in my life, I believed that someone loved me as much as I loved them. And for the first time, someone wasn’t scared of how big and bright and sudden my love was. We loved differently, because we are such different people, but that didn’t make either of our love less. Sometimes you need lightning love, and sometimes you need thunder love. We both knew that.

I don’t love too much when I’m with Max. I don’t have to stop. I just have to be me, Jamie. That’s why she’s so special. That is why I would tear the world apart for Maxima Greyback. But that is also why she’d never ask me to. Thunder and lightning go together, and so do me and Max. And that’s why I love her. 

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Name: Jonah Albertson
Tag: @royal
Prompt: "Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person."

Here's the thing; Royal is a different kind of guy. He's not like the others. He's not like any guy or person you meet on the street, at your job, or at school. He's perfect.

You know what I love about him? I love his eyes, how different they are yet so stunning. I love the sound of his voice, how it gives me butterflies the second I hear him speak. I love the way he walks, with such dignity and confidence. I love how hardworking he is. I love how he would do anything possible to protect his sisters. I love how he is so strong willed. And although I love all of these things about him, there's one thing I don't love. I don't know who he loves. And it is something that is constantly on my mind if I'm that person, or if I'm completely insane thinking he would ever have feelings for me, or even have feelings for guys at all.

And it's not that I couldn't tell him any of this. I could. I am constantly flirting with him and trying to get him to just freakin' kiss me already. But the one thing I'm afraid of is making a fool out of myself and losing one of the best people I've ever met. My feelings for him grow every day and I don't know how much longer I can keep my feelings a secret; but I have to, for Royal.

Let me tell you, when you have a firecracker like me, and a carefully lit match like him, in the end, it's perfect.

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Name: Cecelia Rousseau
Tag: @braelynn
Prompt: "Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person."

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When I was young, I used to think my mother hung the moon. I was certain that my father placed the sun in the sky. And I thought that Desirae painted every single star in the entire sky, because when I was young, I thought that she loved me. Now I’m not so sure. I think that maybe she loved me then, but now she doesn’t anymore. If she loved me, how could she rip away my other half? How could she take my twin sister away from me, and make it so even looking in a mirror is terrifying, because all I see is a dead girl staring back at me?

If Desirae loved me, why wouldn’t she believe that I loved her, too? If Desirae loved me, then why did she make me swear upon my life that I would keep her safe from harm? I am a Gryffindor, but right now I don’t feel brave at all. I am my sister’s keeper, and what stinks is that if I don’t step between Desi and someone who wants to hurt her, I die. If I do step between them, I might still die. Death is staring me in the face and I am staring right back, because I’m afraid of what will happen if I blink. Why then, do I still wish so desperately that Desirae loves me? Why do I want her to love me when I don’t even know if I do love her?

I don’t know why I’m asking all these questions, because I know the answer to every single one. Desirae doesn’t believe I love her because she doesn’t think Bay did, and all anyone ever sees when they look at me is Braelynn. I am a stranger with her face, a ghost in borrowed clothing. It used to be mine, too, but the moment she died, everything that we used to share became hers, and hers alone. Desirae doesn’t love me, because you don’t hurt the people that you love, you don’t destroy them, and you don’t make them promise to do something for you on the pain of death. You make people make those kinds of promises, raise the stakes that high, because you don’t care if that person dies. My life is just a game to Desirae. If I die, then it’s simple: Desirae is the last one standing. She always loved to be the best, I think, to one-up me and Bay. She was older and she was smarter and she was better. She would love to be the sole survivor. The very thing that is killing me now – her passion, her drive – is what made me so convinced that she loved me all those years ago.

And that is why, in spite of it all, I still want Desi to love me. Because she is older, and stronger, and better, and if she is gone, then I will be the last one standing. And I can’t do that. I never learned to stand on my own two feet. I never learned to be alone. But now I am, because even if Desirae is still alive, she might as well be dead to me. I don’t understand her anymore, because I don’t understand how the word sister can mean nothing to someone. I don’t understand a lot of things.

I don’t understand why I don’t love her, but I always will.

I don’t understand why she’s still the most important person in my life.

I don’t understand why, against all reason, I still think she hung the stars.

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Name: @adrian
Tag: @jamie
Prompt: Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person.

I never wanted to know you.

Ever since I heard them say your name. Jamie Greyback, I knew I needed to keep my distance. Because I didn't want to accept that what meant. That you, some.... stranger could be my half sister. Because I never wanted one. My family was just me, and my mother, and I wanted it to stay that way. We were happy. I had her. I had my friends. I didn't need you. I wanted you to stay at arm's length, and never mean anything to me.

But why is it that when you smile I can't help but smile back? When I see you flying on the Quidditch pitch, why do I feel so proud that you're my sister? Why is that when I see you cry, or in pain, I get so angry and want to fix everything? Why do I want to protect you? Why can't I keep my distance?

I can't really go back to that now though. To ignoring you, pretending you don't exist. I've tried so many times, and you always just find your way back into my life. And it feels so... normal and natural. It terrifies me how normal it feels having you in my life.

I'm not a great brother. Heck, I'm not even a good one. And I definitely don't know how to be a good younger brother. But I think I can learn how.

[grey xavier slater]

Name: Grey Slater
Tag: no others!
Prompt: Sorting Hat

It had been an extremely nerve-wreaking day for Grey so far. First was saying goodbye to his family, then he was subjected to being poked and prodded by his older sister's friends the entire train ride to Hogwarts. Then he had to sit on a boat and go across the lake in the dark! What kind of strange school was this? Luckily he hadn't been too bad after that, the wait in front of the Great Hall was excruciatingly long but he had made a new friend standing there with the other first years. Now they were all standing in a little huddle in front of a stool with a hat on it. All of the older students were staring at them in silence, waiting for what he assumed was the start of the sorting ceremony.

As the group had walked down the aisle towards the sorting hat, Grey had tried to peer over the large tables to see if he could catch a glimpse of his sister Claire. Nothing. He wasn't sure where her house's table was, but he was secretly hoping he'd get placed in the same one as her. The two of them were vastly different, that much he was aware of, but he was still hopeful. Now that the group of little 11 year olds had reached the front of the Great Hall, a professor stepped out with a long list. They read off a name from it, and a girl stepped forward and sat on the stool, placing the tattered hat on top of her head. After a few seconds the hat started to move, and it screamed out 'RAVENCLAW'. He had heard stories of the sorting hat, but never expected it to announce the houses in that fashion.

Student after student stepped forward as their names were read off, each receiving their houses promptly after placing the hat on their heads. A few of them were quicker than others, and on occasion one would take a solid minute before yelling a house name. The group had grown thin as only the students at the end of the alphabet were still standing there. Grey, and his new friend Kyle, were among those left. Finally the professor said his name. Hesitant, Grey shuffled forward towards the stool, glancing up at the professor holding the parchment as he walked by. All he knew was that the hat would say his house, and he hoped it was quick about it.

Sliding up on to the stool, he turned around as he placed the hat on his head. He hadn't really thought about the rest of the older students up until then, but sitting on the stool made him quite aware that they were all watching intently, waiting to see where this new first year was going to be sorted. The hat slid over his ears, and almost over his eyes as Grey put it on, not exactly sure if he was doing it the right way. Ahhh getting towards the end are we? Grey felt a shiver go down his spine, unaware that the voice was coming from the hat. So, we need to put you into a house. Still in shock, he nodded, the hat falling over his eyes more as he did so. You look like you like to help others. Is that right? Grey nodded his head again, this time under control. Hmmmm. How about Gryffindor then? He could do nothing about nod ferociously, despite not understanding what the hat was talking about. GRYFFINDOR! With that, the hat was pulled off of his head, and the professor directed him in the direction of his house table. All he could think of was how strange it was talking to a hat....

[Irina Rose Krum]

Name: Irina Rose Krum
Tag: @canndee
Prompt: Write about the very moment the Sorting Hat placed your character in their house.

Okay, deep breath, relax, you'll be fine. I reassure myself as I line up with all of the other new first years. I look around the Great Hall and see my big brother Aleks sitting at the Gryffindor table with his friends. He catches my eye, gives me a small smile and waves; it settles the butterflies that are fluttering in my stomach. The Sorting Hat is brought out; I lean forward with several of the Muggleborn students who have no idea what this hat is about to do - Aleks had already told me what Sorting is like, but I want to see it for myself.  Sure enough, the wide rip at the brim of the hat opens wide and he (it?) sings a song about the four houses.  On the train ride here, the first years all were talking on which house they wanted to be Sorted into, but I kept quiet.  More than anything, I want to be a Gryffindor, not just because of Aleks, but because I think it is the perfect fit for me.  The Sorting Hat finishes its song and the Sorting begins.  As the queue grows shorter, my nerves begin to increase.  Finally: "Krum, Irina!".  I scurry up and look out at the sea of faces to find Aleks, but everyone blurs together as the hat falls over my eyes.  "Hmm...let me see here," a voice whispers into my head and I nearly jump up in shock.  'Hello?' I whisper softly.  I hear the hat chuckle "Don't worry I don't bite...now child, I see quite a courageous spirit, a smart mind, a thirst to learn..." The voice falls silent for a moment.  "Where do YOU think you belong?"  Aleks had not prepared me for this.  "Er..." I stutter, then regain my voice.  "I'd like to be a Gryffindor if you please Mr. Hat," I tell him.  Another chuckle.  "Like your brother eh?  Well then, you'll be a...GRYFFINDOR!" the hats last word rings out as the Gryffindor table rings out in applause.  The hat comes up over my eyes and I scurry off to sit by my brother.  Aleks is beaming, and ruffles my hair as I sit down.  I don't even mind; I look at all the smiling faces and feel welcomed - I am finally home.

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Name: Barbara Linley
Tag: @georgiana
Prompt: Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person. (And tag the person you write about!! :] )


Georgie,

I know you’ll never read this, but When you and your brother wake up in a few hours, your daddy and I will be gone. I wish we could tell you where we’re going or why. Honestly, I’m not sure if I know where we’re going, but you and Lance are too young to understand how dangerous the world really is. Your daddy and I took a big risk when we decided to go into law enforcement. We always worried that something like this might happen, but this is the only way that we can protect you. You’ll learn someday, and I’ll explain everything to you.

Leaving you is the hardest thing that I have ever had to do, especially right after your birthday. Seeing how happy you were to get your presents and knowing what your daddy and I are about to do will always haunt me. It’s hard to believe that you’ve gotten so big, but you will always be my baby, no matter how old you are. I can still remember the first time that I held you in my arms and how tiny you were then. I can still remember every time we would try and bathe you, too. You’d scream and cry and carry on, and none of us knew it was the water that had done it. (I’m sorry we couldn’t figure it out sooner.)

I know you and Lance will take care of each other. You might not have me and your daddy around for a while, but you will always have your brother. I don’t expect you to listen to him all the time, but stick together. It might be a little scary, but someone will be there to take care of you.

Your daddy and I will miss you more than words can say. Every time I think about it, I want to cry. I just have to remind myself that this is only temporary. I don’t know when we’ll be back, and I don’t know if we’ll be able to see you off to Ilvermorny, but I know you’ll love it there. It might not be home, but it’s a very special place. I’ll bake you an apple pie, and you’ll have to tell me all about it. I’m sure I’ll have some funny stories to tell you about trying to be a No-Maj again, too.

I love you to the moon and back,
Momma

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Name: Marcus Flint
Tag: @leigh , @dusti , @rosaria , @river
Prompt: "Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person."

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Three days. That is the number of days in my life that I don’t want to forget. Three days in fifty years is not the best record of days to be remembered and forgotten, but I don’t care. The other eighteen thousand days are nothing, nothing at all, because they are not the days that you were born. Oh, my children, I wish you know how I love to remember the days you were born. You were so small then. You could barely wrap your tiny hands around my finger when I held you. You couldn’t do much other than that, and I knew then that I had to help you be stronger.

You see, I was never strong enough. I wish I could have been, because then I would know how to be better for you. You never seemed to appreciate me trying to make you better where I failed, but that is okay. It really is. Your births were still the most amazing days in my life. I had hoped that they would just be the beginning of the love letter from me to you, but I’m afraid I’m not much good with words. Even now I can’t seem to find any good ones. I will keep stumbling along, though, and maybe I will stumble into something that can show even an echo of how I feel.

I am falling apart, my children. I am splitting at the seams. Nothing in me seems to be working anymore, and that terrifies me, because there is still so much of you I want to see. So many roads you have left unexplored, so many doors unopened. I want to see all of it. I want to see all of who you are, not just the pieces you’ve let me see, and I want you to see all of who I am, not just the parts I’ve showed you. I want to make more days worth remembering, instead of just three. I want to make more days while I still can, because I am falling apart so quickly that I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around. But I have hope, my children. I have hope.

When my eyes cannot see the sun or the stars or my own two hands, I hope they can still see your smiles.

When my ears cannot hear the wind or the birds or my own ragged breathing, I hope they can still hear your laughs.

When my heart cannot beat or stretch or break, I hope that it can still love you always.

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Name: @lestrange
Tag: @aurora
Prompt: "Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person."


Most people show their siblings genuine affection enough that they can understand how you really feel about them, right? I’m not one of those people. I’m not sure I even understand affection completely, though I’m slowly learning.

I wish I could be better at it with Rory. I mean, she’s so much better than I am and I can feel her love from across a room but I’m sure she gets nothing from me, no matter if I try. I don’t know how, really. Especially since for so many years I thought she was just like them, my parents and Nik, that I despised her. Wanted nothing to do with her…

Does she know I love her now? Does she know that I am grateful every single day that she’s here with me? I mean, leaving my parents was hard enough and scary without having her there as well. I never realized I loved her until that day, that day that we first arrived at the Longbottoms and she stood by my side. When she saw my hands shaking and tried to still them. No matter how horrible and distant I’d been in the past she didn’t care. She’s there now.

I don’t know how to show her how much I appreciate her, how badly I don’t want her to leave me. I wish I could beg her to never go, to never trust Nik or mum and dad, to stay with me. I wish I could hug her and tell her I believe in her, that she can do anything and be anything she wants to be. I wish I could be verbal about how much I support her being with James, how I think he’s a good guy who I respect.

I love my sister, and that’s new for me. I guess I’m still slowly learning how to show that love…

[Deleted]

Name: @lestrange
Tag: @philiplongbottom , @aurora , @nikolaj
Prompt: The Sorting Hat

The Great Hall was incredibly loud and people were behaving rather foolishly as the first years, myself included, walked into the room. I held my head up high as I caught site of my brother and sister. I didn’t make eye contact with either of them as I marched forward, the dread already starting to fill my stomach.

When my name was finally called, I practically ran up to the stool, blushing from embarrassment as I sat down. ”Dear God, please don’t say Slytherin,” I thought. The hat laughed, laughed, and said that it was indeed not God, but a hat, and that it wasn’t going to put me there anyway. ”GRYFFINDOR!” it soon called. I felt my heart catch in my throat and opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them in the first place. I made eye contact with Nik and quickly looked away, careful not to catch Auroras as well.

I made my way to the table, towards the deafening cheers and cringed slightly from the claps on my back. I felt… exhilarated. Like I could do anything. I had finally done it. The first step to getting away from my parents, to finding my own life, to getting away from it all. The first step to- ”Longbottom, Philip.” I looked up, stopping mid thought, to catch sight of the blond boy walking towards the hat and I found myself muttering something….

”Dear God, please say Gryffindor.”

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Name: @victoire
Tag: Eh, whoever Xd
Prompt: An important summer

SUMMER 2017

I finally graduated!!!

With top marks, too. Though I’m not surprised by that! It took a lot of work to get to that point and I’m going to be proud of it. Roy and I sat by each other during the ceremony, of course, and Teddy came to support me too…

Anyway, I am now in the Auror Training Program! It’s been two months since graduation and I think I’m doing well. I haven’t seen everyone much; Odette, Jake, Royal… but that’s okay. I’ve been busy! Teddy is in the Auror program too but he’s older than me so he’s not training right now. Honestly, I haven’t spoken to him really. I have a lot to focus on. I need to learn as much as I can before I finish training, work as an auror for a while and then apply to the Ministers Junior Assistant position. I’ve got it all planned out! You know me. Anyway, this summer has been intense so far and the training is great, lots to learn and to do. My parents are happy for me and I don’t see them or my siblings that much, but I don’t think they mind. I mean, they understand, right?

I’m doing what I came here to do and that’s what counts.

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Name: lily luna potter
Tag: @jams @al
Prompt: Write about dose important peoples in yo life.


*Clears Throat*

Okay, I’m going to say this fast.

Albus and James are pretty cool, a’ight? I mean, Al can be a bit of a drama queen but that’s nothing new in this family. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that he loves me and I love him so we don’t need to go around saying it all of the time, right? He’d take a bullet for me, literally and figuratively speaking. I’d do the same for him, but really I’m just curious to see what a bullet feels like

But really, I love my brother. He is brave, smart and passionate. I’ve always been a bit jealous of his ability to love so hard, even if it isn’t always that easy to see. You can always tell when he’s with mum though. That boys a sucker for her.

James is a bit more affectionate than Al and by that I mean sometimes he won’t leave me alone, especially when I’m talking to a cute boy! He’s like the big bodyguard brother I never wanted. XD Nah, I’m kidding. I love everything about him. Heck, it’s hilarious when he scares off boys I’m talking to with those big eyes, haha!

In all seriousness, my feelings for my brothers are deep and personal and not something I’m really good at getting into. I see things in both of them that I want to be more than anything. I see love, bravery, happiness, gentleness… a lot of things that I don’t have and want. You could say I have love, sure, but it’s not like them. At least, I can’t feel it like that. I’m brave, yeah, but some people just call that stupidity. Actually, I’m not really that brave. Not like James showing his love for Rory despite the odds. I’m not brave like Albus, standing up to even his best friend when Malfoy makes stupid choices.

My brothers are better than me, and that’s okay. Without them I’m not sure what I’d be, who I’d be. I love that they love me, even when I don’t always deserve it. Show me a girl who thinks her brothers are better than mine and I’ll give you 1,000 reasons as to how mine can beat them.

Love you guys. Seriously. But don’t be all sappy about it.

[Deleted]

Name: @hugo
Tag: @hermionejean, @ron, Rozalina Antonina Nightshade
Prompt: important summer

It was the summer before Rose was to go to Hogwarts when the first vision came. I wish all the visions were more along those lines. Good news, rather than bad.

It was about four weeks before she was going to head off to school when it happened. We were playing outside and I ran towards her, taking both of her hands in mine. A completely normal gesture when suddenly I felt the wind get knocked out of me and I was being sucked into the Great Hall, surrounded by students with a group of first years approaching the front. I watched through someone elses eyes as Rose went up to stool, sitting down. Soon the hat announced Ravenclaw! and I was sucked back into reality.

I dropped her hands quickly, eyes wide as I stepped back before running into the house. I ran straight to mum, crying about what had just happened to me. I didn’t give the house away, I wanted it to be a surprise for Rose, but the weeks after that were long and grueling.

I was constantly questioned about what had happened, how it had felt, what it was like. Aunts, Uncles, Parents, Cousins- everyone was trying to figure out if I really was experiencing clairvoyance. My mother never really had an affinity for divination or things of the sort, and I felt a strange shift in our relationship as we tried to work it out. It wasn’t until later that year that I realized the visions only came when I was making skin to skin contact with someone. As soon as we discovered that, I stopped touching people all together…

If only all my visions were as nice as what house people were getting sorted into!

[Deleted]

Name: @scorp
Tag: Ondina Nell Weasley
Prompt: write about someone important (I just realized this wasn’t in first person so I don’t need the points cuz I like it how it is XD)

You never forget the first person you loved.

It doesn’t matter what they do to you or you to them, how unstable the relationship was or how badly it ended. You never forget that first time you realized you had feelings for them or that moment when they had them back. You never forget the way it felt when you first asked if you could sit with her, when you first kissed her, when you first stayed awake all night together even though you had so much homework to do.

You never forget ignoring the times she was cruel to others, living in ignorant bliss and hiding behind the moments where she wasn’t like that. You still think you could change her, bring out the side of her you know is in there, the side you’ve seen in secret, the side that loved you too. You never forget falling under her spell, seemingly unable to think for yourself, to make your own decisions where she was involved.

You still watch her from time to time, getting caught off guard by the memories and the way she smells as she walks past. A part of you knows she’s doing it on purpose. Torturing you, reminding you of what you lost.You know deep down that you could get her back, if things were different. If you didn’t love someone else now. If you weren’t starting to see what she was like behind all the veils you had hung around her.

You see those veils, the beautiful sweet colors, start to catch fire around her. You desperately try to toss water onto them, to stop them from turning into ash, but it’s no use. The ashes float towards you and you start to choke on them. By the time you can breathe again the veils are completely gone and there she is:

Not yours.