Title: Scraps Of Possibility
Pairing: nil (some implied)
Word Count: 495
Items used: Scrap of paper. Chair without cover torn. Mirror (unspecified).
Note: Written for the shack_challenge. No current cross postings. This is a bit experimental. Essentially, this is piece about the scrap of paper that lies under the chair in the first Shack view, as per the list. It explores the possibilities for said piece of paper, in the form of poem about the piece of paper.
Scraps of possibility
There is small shelter
From this powder aged,
So musty and insistent
Encompassing and caged.
This long fallen dust,
Worn seat still covered.
Between four limbs
A parchment beloved.
Against these boards
Hides its face kissed
Shows its horde to noone,
By time has been missed
Face down parchment
Can not its secrets yield
It will not recall now
What it has concealed:
We, the undersigned, do solemnly swear that, from this day forth:
Out of Bounds is where we Roam.
Mischief is the only Intent worthy of Us.
Our true nature is a Secret bound by Deepest and Truest Magic.
No Slytherin will pass into our Shack, it is our fortress.
We are Four, we are One. We are Animagii and Wolf. We are Loyal to the Death and Bonded by Blood and Magic, till the End.
But deep in shade,
A jaded edge is ripped
The paper incomplete
Its meaning stripped.
One bald is face bare,
Blank in purpose
But what possibilities
For the other surface?
Dear Professor McGonagall
Please excuse Messrs Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin, from Advanced Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Apparation and for that matter
all studies academic. They will be henceforth indisposed, being completely occupied with matters of the highest importance. To wit, these include: making
the life of Severus Snape a confounded misery, disrupting any reputable or serious endeavour of the Hogwarts curriculum, plotting the downfall of
Slytherin house, appropriating all Kitchen produce for personal usage and performing highly illegal magic. Clearly these are students of exceptional calibre
and should be awarded the highest accolades in their NEWTs, without the formality of sitting said exams.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
PS Meet me behind the fountain at 11pm tonight. I'll even bring sherbert...
PPS Remus Lupin is a bogan.
Not hidden with intent
But by time obscured
Perhaps to worn paper
These thoughts it lured:
How things change.
It is all too different to explain
Quill to paper, as the spring evening edges away
Cracks of orange light scatter about
It seems not so long ago, that this was cold
Lonesome, bitter wood
A cage that strained against the wailing wild
Of streams of cold from the world
Locked away, safe
Locked in, danger.
Curled tight upon the floor.
But now the wind is outside
And the walls are sturdy from within
The firelight licking high upon the fractured mirror
Looking down upon
A bale headed boy, all scrutiny
Over homework due far too soon
Two duellists grappling in an arm wrestle
Locked tight at the wrist
Light tracing out the curves of their straining muscles
Dark sweeping hair over flashing darker eyes
Villainous delight, but perhaps the hero will have his day
And one boy, now stretched out on this bed,
So glad that things change.
Yet for all these dreams
This old paper is unturned
Drama binds all meet again
This past, it is unlearned.