Drabble
Written for The Houses Competition, Year Two, Round Ten
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 5th
Category: Drabble
Prompts:[weather] snowstorm
Word Count (Google Docs): 499
Betas: Aya
Interhouse Dare: include pumpernickel bread
Title: Gilderoy Lockhart wore robes of finest fur and the softest undergarments any wizard could ever dream of.
Summary: Meanwhile, in the Forbidden Forest, Cornish Pixie Number Fifteen was freezing his arse off.
Gilderoy Lockhart wore robes of finest fur and the softest undergarments any wizard could ever dream of. He was probably warming his self-absorbed tush by the fire in someone else's pixie-infested Wizarding Manor, regaling his hosts with fictitious, ego-driven stories.
Meanwhile, in the Forbidden Forest, Cornish Pixie Number Fifteen was freezing his arse off.
It wasn't just snowing, but storming. Instead of fur-lined robes, Cornish Pixie Number Fifteen had icicles on his wings, and his normally electric-blue skin had turned sickly grey.
His saving grace was a loaf of pumpernickel bread, nicked from the Hogwarts kitchens after his bold escape from the Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom. Most of his brethren had been chased down by brooms, squashed with text books, and pinched between unforgiving fingers. But he had slipped through the bars of the cage and acquired a prize that would avenge his family.
Cursed Lockhart and his cursed traps! Pumpernickel bread was what had gotten Cornish Pixie Number Fifteen into this mess, and pumpernickel would get him out. The bread, when toasted, was an irresistible lure for pixies. He cupped his tiny, blue-grey hands together and tried to blow hot air into them, but all that came out was a lukewarm puff from his frigid lungs.
He set the loaf down on the white ground under the canopy of the deep forest. All around him, the howling wind roared, depositing blankets of snow on the treetops above him. They'd eventually bow and break, and then dump more snow onto the ground. Hopefully, he'd be long gone by the time his dark refuge collapsed.
Cornish Pixie Number Fifteen cursed the name of Lockhart, using it as his focal point for the Summoning Spell. He and his brethren had been lured out by a similar loaf, dark brown and tasty, and whole-smelling. The next thing they all knew, they were in a cage, transported to a castle too far north for any of them to summon help. As the wind howled around him, he concentrated on the great Cornish Pixie Goddess and appealed to her sense of smell.
"Oh Great Goddess of the Cornish Pixies, please come and save us from this frigid plight!" the Cornish Pixie intoned between shivering lips.
A ball of light appeared with a beautiful pixie inside. Her skin glowed vibrant blue and her wings shimmered in silver, exuding a light of their own. She eyed the pumpernickel bread skeptically.
This wasn't really a goddess. This was his second cousin, once removed. Pixies had discovered long ago that the greatest power came from what others bestowed upon you. As long as they treated her as a goddess, she would carry the combined power of all pixies.
Goddess Second-Cousin Pixie grabbed the loaf of pumpernickel in one arm, and Cornish Pixie Number Fifteen in the other.
"Let's give Lockhart a taste of his own audacity. I've located him in Glasgow," she hissed above the howling wind, and they both disappeared in a flash of light.