Flobberworm/Vincent Crabbe

Day 1- September 6th 1993

The large man with the beard is back again. He's still sad.

As he looks into our box he throws in some lettuce. Unfortunately for us, his tears are like giant drops of rain.

Now I'm wet.

The others tell me that he didn't always dispense fluids so quickly, though I find it hard to imagine this giant doing anything but crying. They also tell me about everything I need to know about this world. My parents passed the information onto them, and they passed it onto me. I guess I'll have to pass it on to some others at some point.

The hours pass and the box continues to get more crowded, as my mother continues to give birth. My brothers and sisters are arriving by the minute! Despite this, I have my own comfortable spot in one of the corners. I want to live with my Mum and Dad, but I don't see them too much. I guess they're a bit preoccupied with everyone else.

There are rumours around the box that we'll be getting visitors soon. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this, but I guess it could be exciting. I might even make a friend.

Tonight I sleep by myself.

I am feeling awfully lonely.

Day 4- September 9th

The rumour was true. Today we are visited by an assortment of strange figures. They are a lot smaller than the bearded man, and a lot less teary. They also give us a lot more lettuce than we are used to. Some of my brothers and sisters are over-indulging, but I hold back. I'm trying to watch my figure.

One of the figures in particular catches my eye. Out of all of them, he's probably the closest in size to the bearded man, which comforts me slightly (The bearded man is sad, but very caring). His body his extremely large, and he looks very strong. I like that in a man. He also has the thickest of necks. I'm not too sure why I like that, but I do. I swear I've seen him craning that beautiful neck my way.

When he leaves, I ask one of my brothers if he thinks I have a chance with him.

He tells me I have a better chance with a dragon, than with him.

I take that as a no.

Day 16- September 21st

Not a day goes by where I don't think about the mysterious large figure. So strong, so masculine… he's all you would look for in a potential mate! He's actually perfect.

My sisters disagree.

Not that I care, though. That just means I don't have to fight anyone to get him.

Wow, listen to me… I'm becoming so greedy! I know I shouldn't just 'claim him' like that, but we have a connection that none of the other worms have. I just wish I could see a little more of him.

He occasionally visits me, of course, but I don't think he notices me much. I assume he's playing hard to get. He does feed me lettuce though (not that I eat much of it), so I know he's keen on me. Honestly though, why would I eat all that lettuce anyway? I'm going to have to keep slim to keep his interest in me high.

Day 29- October 4th

It's not getting much better around here. My parents and many of my siblings have died, and it's beginning to smell. The bearded man isn't even bothering to clear the my dead family members out of the box. The surviving worms decided to create a makeshift cemetery in the corner I once called home.

I'm homeless now.

I did visit the graves of my Mum and Dad the other day and paid my respects. I was sad, like the bearded man, but I was also a little angry since their bodies now occupied by former home.

My attempts to interact with my future husband have been futile. I am beginning to think he doesn't like me, which is bad, because my feelings for him continue to grow stronger. I just wish we could be together. The thought of us not sharing a life makes me upset.

In better news, the brother that said I would have a better chance with a dragon than Mr Thick Neck, died yesterday.

That made me happy.

Sorry Bill.

Day 37- October 12th

I finally got to kiss you-know-who! He was so firm, and so hairy, that I nearly fainted. It was wonderful. Unfortunately, he misconstrued it as an attempt on my part to bite him. He didn't seem at all happy.

Nevertheless, I will take it as a step forward in our relationship, and I hope we will reach second base soon.

Apart from that blissful incident, it has been rather morbid around here. More of my siblings have died, and the bearded man still refuses to remove them from the box. At first it didn't really bother me, but living in a world of death has really taken its toll on me.

We had our first suicide the other day. Poor sister Debbie couldn't handle sleeping with her deceased family members, and she finally cracked. Luckily I was asleep when it happened, so I was spared the details.

Thankfully I have someone to keep me focused and positive.

Day 54- October 29th

He hardly comes round anymore. I can hear his voice, but he never comes over. I can't stand not seeing him. I thought we shared something special, I really did. I'm such a fool for actually thinking he'd visit me.

I've been eating an awful lot of lettuce lately, as I really don't care about my own body anymore. I know I shouldn't, but it's comfort food, you know? It's all I have now I can't see him.

Maybe I jumped into the kiss too early? We only knew each other for just over a month. Nobody said it was easy, I just assumed I would be able to make it work.

I guess not.

All this lettuce is making me feel really ill. I really should lie down.

I just really hope he visits soon.

I miss him.

I just need to see him one more time.

Carefully avoiding detection, Vincent Crabbe made his way to Hagrid's Hut and knocked on the door firmly.

"Who's there?" Hagrid bellowed.

"Err—it's Crabbe."

The door swang open to reveal a very puzzled Hagrid. "Crabbe? What do yer want?" Clearly Hagrid never played with the idea that Vincent Crabbe would come visit him. And why would he?

"I, um, was just wondering, if the, um—"

"Spit it out boy!"

"If, um, I could see the Flobberworms?" Crabbe grunted.

"Yer want to see the Flobberworms?"

Crabbe nodded embarrassingly.

"Well ya can't!"

"But I just thought that—"

"You can't," Hagrid continued. "Because they're all dead! We've been givin' them too much lettuce."

Crabbe's heart sank. "Dead? They're all dead? Are you sure?"

"Yes, all of them. Now get back to the castle or yer gonna' be caught!"

Crabbe let out a distressed sigh and turned back towards the castle.

He had been looking forward to seeing that Flobberworm again.

Just one more time.

Written for: The Diagon Alley Competition (Madam Pimpernelle's Beautifying Potions), and The Honeydukes Competition (Sugar Quills).

Also written for the '52 Weeks of Writing 2013 Competition'.

Prompts used: CoMC, Greed.

Optional prompts used: Dragon, birth, grave.