This series began when my friend, Laurawesome, and I were bored one day in our respective homes and decided to exercise our writing skills. She would text me with the prompt, and I would write a short drabble, and vice versa.
The prompts for this drabble were: Pink, Joy, Toothbrush.
Happy reading!
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"So, class," Professor McGonagall said as she placed a blue toothbrush on each student's desk. "Today, in your pairs, you are going to transfigure a toothbrush into the branch of a tree. Now, this can be tricky; for all intensive purposes, you are giving the toothbrush temporary life. But I feel that as the capable fifth years you are, you should be able to -"
James let his attention drift elsewhere. He had heard McGonagall's speech about expectations many times before. Usually after he and his friends had pulled an amazing prank on Snivellus!
He turned and smirked at Sirius, their usual lesson-time greeting. Sirius had been assigned a seat at the opposite side of the room to James after the last lesson's…fiasco. (All you need to know is that it involved Amelia Bones, a transfigured peacock and that the mere mention of it would earn you a death glare capable of freezing your very soul from Bones and/or her friends).
Remus shifted in his seat to face James. McGonagall's speech had evidently finished.
"Right, so do you want to go first, Prongs?" Remus asked, picking up the toothbrush and holding it between thumb and finger.
"Yeah, why not," James replied lazily as he aimed his wand towards the bristles at the end.
"Into a tree branch, remember?" Remus prompted. "I don't want to end up with another nose."
"Just let it go, Moony," James laughed. "That only happened one time."
"One time too many, if you ask me."
James ignored his friend's remark and concentrated on thinking about tree branches. He thought of the beech tree in the Hogwarts grounds, trying to focus on what its branches look like.
His mind started to wander without his knowledge and, next minute, he found himself thinking of the time Lily Evans got a leaf stuck in her hair; he had offered to get it out for her, but she had refused to believe it had been there at all, thinking it was just a ploy to get close to her. Naturally, they had ended up arguing, after which Lily had stormed off to the common room with the leaf still lodged in her fiery hair.
James felt the familiar pull of joy in his stomach that surfaced whenever he thought of her.
The sound of laughter pulled James back to his senses; he blinked and saw something he would later find either hilarious or wish to never speak of again.
"James, stop! JAMES! Stop it!" Remus hissed angrily, his face had turned a deep shade of pink as various students around the room noticed the two boys and started laughing hysterically.
Where Remus' usual short, sandy brown hair could usually be found, long, flowing, auburn hair had sprouted from his skull, practically glowing from the rays of sunlight that poured through the windows. The toothbrush lay forgotten on the wooden floor by their chair's legs.
James felt his cheeks flush a similar colour to Remus' as he caught Lily's eye.
She was not amused. Her work partner, Mary Macdonald, was giggling manically as Professor McGonagall hurried over to undo James' work. But Lily, she was glaring at him; her eyes practically shooting venom and hatred at him like a fatal hex, the deepest of loathing prominent on her features as her cheeks slowly turned redder and redder.
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