House: Slytherin
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Action] Dancing
Word Count : 496
Two girls are sitting on a red and gold quilt on a four-poster bed. They couldn't look more different: one has curly blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes, while the other has sleek black hair, brown skin and dark eyes, but they are clearly very close. They are painting each other's nails pale pink when the blonde jumps up and reaches for the old wireless she keeps on her nightstand.
"I found a way to listen to Muggle radio at Hogwarts," she says excitedly, before taking out a wand from the pocket of her robes and muttering a few incantations under her breath.
When nothing seems to happen, the brunette laughs. "Really? Sorry, Lav', but I can't hear much of anything at all," she teases. Suddenly, the wireless begins to crackle and sputter before a faint sound comes out of it.
Furrowing her brow, the fair-haired witch taps the device a few more times until the sound is perfectly clear. The radio is playing an old muggle song, and the dark-skinned girl seems confused. "What now?" she asks.
"We dance!" the blonde exclaims. She grabs her friend's hands and drags her off the bed into the center of the room. Giggling furiously, the pair begin to dance awkwardly, before allowing themselves to be led by the music as the move in sync.
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Parvati Patil is thrown out of the Pensieve as the memory ends. Slightly disoriented at first, she sits down to get her bearings. When the dementia began to set in, the Medi-Witches advised her to save her most precious memories. Most people kept as many as they could, but Parvati had been adamant that this was the only memory she wanted.
She knew she was the dark-haired girl in the memory, even though it was sometimes hard to believe that the deep wrinkles of her face and her short grey hair once held such immeasurably beauty. Parvati can't always remember the blonde's name, but she thinks it's Lavender. Yes, that's right. She knows that they must have loved each other very much, and she always feels happy when she thinks of her.
She wonders why Lavender never visits her. Suddenly, she remembers. The memories rush over her, a wave of pain reopening old wounds and scars. She sees a war. A battle. A werewolf. Blood. So much blood. She remembers pulling back the blood-stained sheet and seeing the curly-haired blonde's ashen face.
Tears welling up in her eyes, Parvati visions begins to blur as her breath quickens. Her throat is sore as she screams. Lavender! Lavender! Lavender!
Men clad in white wrap their strong arms around her and slip her a sedative. She wakes up hours later, in a cold bed that doesn't feel like her own. She feels so very tired, and she lets herself slip away. She closes her eyes, and as her breathing draws to a halt, she hears the faint crackle of a wireless on the other side.