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Well, I can't be bothered to wait for two more people to respond, so here's the three drabbles that were requested of me. I detect some strange pattern in regards to the requests;)
Disclaimer: None of these people belong to me, though Rowling and I might need to have a death match over Uric to prove it;)
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tritoneclarinet
At eight years old, Uric would never have claimed to know much about the world. In fact, he was certain that what he did know was only a tiny amount of the actual knowledge that was available, which was why he spent his days and nights exploring as much as he could. If you defined the world as the Beaufolle Manor though, Uric knew more about the world than should have been possible for a boy his age.
He knew that the house elves always forgot to dust the left corner in the second smoking room and that the dust there was piled so high you could build little castles and pretend you were king of the dust world. He knew where a family of squirrels had made their home, and he thought that the late Beaufolle senior’s hairpieces made marvellous nests. And he knew, as he lay shivering on the roof of the kitchens, that once a year something beautiful happened if you were on the roof, in this place, in this time.
He leant back and watched with awe as the stars began to dance.
Forkilerkki
It was a stupid thing, but Raidou had always resented his name. His parents had been the type of ninja any hidden village would love to have - they were strong, loyal, and dead. Well, maybe the village wouldn’t want to have the ‘dead’ part, but they were only dead because they’d lived up to his name. Their declaration that he would ‘blindly follow’ whoever was in charge was to be their own fate.
They had died for Danzo. For Root. And Raidou had lost them long before then to the great tree of Konoha. In response, Raidou had given his loyalty to Sandaime.
Raidou supposed it was true that he was a lot like his parents before him – except for the dead part. But it wasn’t true about his name. He may have been a follower, but he had always done it with his eyes wide open.
Forashfae
Pirates, Uric decided, were some of the most interesting creatures in the universe (though nothing could beat badgers). It wasn’t long after his sudden appearance on their ship, that the Straw Hat pirates were welcoming him as one of their own. He had been fed strange, but delicious food, danced a dance with an alternately cowering and laughing reindeer, stared puzzled as every one of Usopp’s sling shot attacks backfired on him, poked the sleeping swordsman with green hair, and been kicked out of the main cabin by Nami. Now he was here, sitting across from their captain, who had an unusually serious expression on his face.
“Go fish,” said Luffy, after about twenty minutes of staring at his cards.
Uric grinned, and went to grab a fishing pole.
Disclaimer: None of these people belong to me, though Rowling and I might need to have a death match over Uric to prove it;)
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tritoneclarinetAt eight years old, Uric would never have claimed to know much about the world. In fact, he was certain that what he did know was only a tiny amount of the actual knowledge that was available, which was why he spent his days and nights exploring as much as he could. If you defined the world as the Beaufolle Manor though, Uric knew more about the world than should have been possible for a boy his age.
He knew that the house elves always forgot to dust the left corner in the second smoking room and that the dust there was piled so high you could build little castles and pretend you were king of the dust world. He knew where a family of squirrels had made their home, and he thought that the late Beaufolle senior’s hairpieces made marvellous nests. And he knew, as he lay shivering on the roof of the kitchens, that once a year something beautiful happened if you were on the roof, in this place, in this time.
He leant back and watched with awe as the stars began to dance.
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kilerkkiIt was a stupid thing, but Raidou had always resented his name. His parents had been the type of ninja any hidden village would love to have - they were strong, loyal, and dead. Well, maybe the village wouldn’t want to have the ‘dead’ part, but they were only dead because they’d lived up to his name. Their declaration that he would ‘blindly follow’ whoever was in charge was to be their own fate.
They had died for Danzo. For Root. And Raidou had lost them long before then to the great tree of Konoha. In response, Raidou had given his loyalty to Sandaime.
Raidou supposed it was true that he was a lot like his parents before him – except for the dead part. But it wasn’t true about his name. He may have been a follower, but he had always done it with his eyes wide open.
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ashfaePirates, Uric decided, were some of the most interesting creatures in the universe (though nothing could beat badgers). It wasn’t long after his sudden appearance on their ship, that the Straw Hat pirates were welcoming him as one of their own. He had been fed strange, but delicious food, danced a dance with an alternately cowering and laughing reindeer, stared puzzled as every one of Usopp’s sling shot attacks backfired on him, poked the sleeping swordsman with green hair, and been kicked out of the main cabin by Nami. Now he was here, sitting across from their captain, who had an unusually serious expression on his face.
“Go fish,” said Luffy, after about twenty minutes of staring at his cards.
Uric grinned, and went to grab a fishing pole.
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