So over on a site called Muggle Net Interactive, (MNI), there's this weekly prompt thing that I do where you take the given quote and work it into a ficlet with 200 words or less (although you're allowed to go a little over that). I decided to start posting these ficlets on here for anyone interested in reading them. For each one, I'll post the fic, of course, the word count, and the prompt I had to use.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that these ficlet may include. You know that WB puts out the movies, JKR wrote the books, and I own nothing.
"All I've got left is my pride."
Poor Neville lay on the ground again, winded after another dreadful flying lesson. His head was pounding, his wrist was a little tender, and he knew the inevitable jeers were coming—he could already hear Malfoy and his cronies cackling away, and the first-year heaved a sigh and lowered his head in shame.
Footsteps were suddenly making their way across the open grass of the pitch and over to him. Refusing to lift his head, he could only assume it was Madame Hooch. When he heard the owner of the footsteps sigh, "Not again, Longbottom," he was sure it was her.
"Nothing's broken this time; I-I'm fine," he assured her in a feeble tone as she assisted him off the ground.
"Best have Madame Pomfrey check you out, anyway. Off you go, Longbottom." She gave him a pat on the shoulder as a signal to get going. Slowly and sulkily, Neville began to make his way off the pitch.
"All I've got left is my pride," He muttered, feeling glum but trying to reassure himself that at least he had something left.
"Try not to break any bones on the way, Longbottom!" Sneered Draco Malfoy from behind him, and his heart sank.
And then not even his pride remained.
Word Count: 209