Entry for the "Christmas Collection Competition" - Prompt: 61. The Nightmare Before Christmas
Entry for the "Sims 3 Progression Challenge" - Firefighter Career Level 2: (task) Incorporate someone extinguishing a minor flame into your story.
Entry for the "Chocolate Frog Card Club" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"
(Silver) Banshee; Challenge: Someone is extremely emotional and distressed in your story.
Entry for "Transfigurations" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"
Task: Write about a character making a mistake. Also, some or all of the consequences of this mistake must become a permanent state. Min 300 words
Fred really had thought about blaming Fay for everything – nobody, not even this Dalai Lama the Muggles talked about would have been able to remain calm while Fay bustled through their new flat, wiping dust away that did not exist, crying about how horrible her hair looked today and that the cake she had prepared did not look very nice, though Fred was sure that it would taste wonderfully.
But well, of course it had been him who had dropped that damn match on the Christmas tree, causing the damn thing to transform into a ceiling high, decorated torch within a second. Maybe he should not have played around with it while standing so close to the tinsel – but still, the flame had reflected so beautifully...
He could still remember how Fay had screamed, first in anger, then in fear, than in anger again... All the while he had just grabbed the next blanket that had been available and had slammed it onto the flames that were licking at the ceiling. The blanket had started to burn, though, but luckily Fred had remembered that he carried his wand in his back pocket – a strong Aquamenti spell later, the fire was extinguished completely, leaving behind a black skeleton of the Christmas tree, a huge burn mark on the ceiling and a giant puddle of water.
Fay was bursting into tears as she fully understood what had just happened in their living room, and she sobbed:"This is a catastrophe... what are your parents going to think about me?!"
"Fairy, calm down... calm down..."
"NO! You just burned down a perfect first Christmas meeting!" Fay exclaimed and hit is chest with her knuckles as he tried to embrace her. "You destroyed the quilt your mother knitted for me..."
"Fay, my parents are used to chaos, don't worry... I'll just... try and fix everything, okay?"
He waved his wand and the water disappeared, another spell replaced the Christmas tree... but the huge burn mark stayed behind, no matter what he tried. Also, the quilt was unreplacable.
Their first Christmas as a couple, and Fay was glaring at him all the time while Molly and Arthur tried not to comment on the odd smell that was still filling the flat as they visited later that day. But still it was obvious what had happened here – the burn mark was more then prominent, impossible to overlook.