So this is not another chapter... Nope nope nope... This is an idea that I had that I though would be cool.
So my process of writing is... I'll be sitting in class, or in bed, or at lunch, and I'll have some idea pop into my head. I have this tiny little pocket notebook that I keep in my... well... pocket... at all times, along with my favorite pencil, and when I have these ideas I will write a prompt that utilizes all of the initial information that I really want in the story. Then later I'll enter the prompt into my computer and set it up so half of the screen is my prompt and the other half is a new document, then I just write and add and change and edit, all the while having my prompt and original idea to fall back on. They usually are pretty brief, some of them only a few sentences long... if that... and I thought it'd be interesting to maybe post my prompts after my stories and see what people think of the changes, developments, and original ideas! Let me know what you think. :)
Warning. My prompts will be completely unedited and will appear exactly as they do in my little notebook (except maybe a few minor spelling and really confusing grammar mistakes.). This isn't a refined thing, it's to show my works and how they started, that's it. So don't be too harsh if my grammar is off. Thanks!
So here is the prompt I had for Drapple. I was in the car, on Christmas, heading over to my Grandma's house with my family.
Drapple (Prompt, unedited)
He called her Apple and if you were to ask her, she'd tell you she hates it. She doesn't of course. She actually thinks it's adorable and is quite fond of the nickname, but according to her group of friends, it's simply unsavory.
Their relationship was arranged, but very real. She loved him and everyone knew he loved her.
Astoria smiled, thinking of how their betrothal, their relationship, started.
She was seven and incredibly nervous. Everyone had heard of the Malfoys. They were pure, they were rich, and they were picky. If their son rejected Astoria, she would bring shame to her entire family, her entire bloodline.
She was so worried that she had not she wasn't the only one in her apple groove.
When she heard someone clear their throat behind her, she was so surprised that she yelped and dropped the armful of apples she was carrying.
Mentally berating herself, she quickly picked up a few apples, her cheeks burning after catching sight of the look of amusement on his face.
'Hello Miss' He started, smirking when she squeaked and snapped upright 'I am Draco Malfoy, your future husband'
She stared at him, utterly mortified, before slowly raising her arm.
'Apple?' She managed. He grinned.