Title: God Rest Ye Merry Werewolves
Author: Persephone Yavanna the Entwife
Pairing/Characters: Harry, Fenrir, Hermione and Kreacher
Wordcount: 3625
Rating: G for gen (in other words, completely work-safe!)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and assorted others have rights to create derivative works within the Potterverse, but I am not one of those licensees, unfortunately. Rather not be sued for playing with the characters, though . . . not making a profit here, just exploring the characters and situations created by the esteemed Ms. Rowling.
Summary: Harry returns early from Christmas festivities at the Burrow
Author Notes: Occurs after Wolf at the Door. The Yule Log is a NYC tradition, where commercial-free Christmas music is played on Christmas Eve by area stations -- the original TV station that started the tradition used to show a burning fireplace for the video portion of the show.

( God Rest Ye Merry Werewolves )

Current Mood: cheerful

I blame foudebassan for this -- she introduced me to the auto-drabbler and suggested I put Fenrir in as one of the characters. It came out surprisingly coherent, so I thought I'd share the silliness. (Especially since the holidays are rapidly approaching.)


I Saw Hermione Kissing Santa Claus

Fenrir woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one laconic box that looked like a book.

Then Fenrir noticed that Hermione was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.

Fenrir thought that he would surprise Hermione. Maybe even sneak up behind her and lick her on her musical tongue. That always made Hermione opalescent.

Fenrir crept joyously down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its effervescent lights, and the presents, heaped up ferociously, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Hermione. Kissing someone.

Fenrir was so angry, he picked up a bunny slipper from a table and threw it gloriously on the floor.

They both looked around.

"Hermione, you lupine wolf!" Fenrir yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Fenrir looked and then rubbed his finger and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Hermione said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a tasty kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Fenrir said snarkily. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be intelligent."

That seemed reasonable. Fenrir went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, like a fish needs a bicycle. He made Fenrir's tooth feel all vapid.

"You see?" Hermione said lovingly and Fenrir saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.

I think I'd like to start a meme here on IJ/LJ.

Write a micro-fic -- a story in just six words. (You can see some examples here.)

Post it in a comment here and in your own journal.

It'll be fun to see what folks come up with, within a form even more constrained than the drabble.

Here are two I wrote:

Fenrir picked his teeth, saying, “Yummy . . .”

Fenrir isn’t fussy — he enjoys nomming.

Edited to add another:

"Tofu again?" Fenrir asked Hermione, aghast.

Current Mood: creative

Title: Puppy Pile
Author: Persephone Yavanna the Entwife
Pairing/Characters: Remus and Fenrir
Wordcount: 1138
Rating: G for gen (in other words, completely work-safe!)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and assorted others have rights to create derivative works within the Potterverse, but I am not one of those licensees, unfortunately. Rather not be sued for playing with the characters, though . . . not making a profit here, just exploring the characters and situations created by the esteemed Ms. Rowling.
Summary: One of the things Remus had missed most about his time as Dark Arts professor was the children.
Author Notes: Happy Birthday Remus!

( Puppy Pile )

Current Mood: creative