Perposterice prompt: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in Under Ten Minuets
Sway
soberloki
"For Merlin's sake, Potter, it's step, turn, dip, step back, twirl," Oliver Wood sighed. "You're never going to improve if you don't practise."
Hermione sighed and made him take off his shoes. "I think Snape is more than he seems. Maybe."
Ron was just as clumsy as Harry. "Sorry about your toes, mate."
Malfoy danced better than almost anyone, of course. "It's in the blood, don't you know? The purest blood, anyway."
Fred and George laughed about the three-headed dog. "Remember to keep your frame locked, Harry," said George.
"Eyes up, old son," cautioned Fred. "And no counting the steps."
Perposterice prompt: I SUCK A SUMMARYS… WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?
Stubborn Git
soberloki
"Mmm… s'good."
Severus' toes curled – he had to agree. Well, no. Let Potter think he needed improvement, that was the best plan. It drove him to prove himself. "Nnnrgh."
Harry was getting annoyed. He'd been kneeling for the better part of ten minutes, his jaw ached like hell, and he was only getting a wee strangled gurgle for his trouble?
Harry redoubled his efforts, pleased to see Severus' eyelids droop as he forgot himself. That's better.
Two more minutes. "Summarys?" Harry warbled around his mouthful.
Severus frowned, and Harry drew back angrily.
"Why do I even bother?" He stormed out.