This is a crossover of sorts--not quite a straight crossover, but...well,
you'll see once you read it. It takes an idea from a very popular book
series that's close to my heart. It isn't a drabble because I didn't count
words, but it's a short one. Heavy playfulness and tongue-in-cheekness
alert!
Sorting
by Jennifer
The slender boy with the dark mop of hair sat nervously at the great hall's table. He glanced at the sea of equally nervous, equally young faces in the hall, then at the stern eyes of the cardinal--Borusa, was that the name he gave?--that gazed out over the children.
"Theta Sigma!" boomed the cardinal's voice.
The boy started in his seat, then glanced over at his friends.
"Don't be scared, Thete, go on up," whispered Drax in the working-class accent prevalent in his whole family. Smiling briefly in thanks, the boy took a deep breath and marched to the dais where the chair waited.
Here, it would be decided which of the three great schools the boy would spend his academic career in. He so wanted it to be Prydonian...it was said that they were the bravest as well as the most imaginative. Just so long as it wasn't Patrexes...so many of them turned out rotten to the core, or so he'd heard...
Reaching the chair, he sat down in it and gazed up unflinchingly at Cardinal Borusa. A slight smile of approval flickered on the man's face, then he picked up an ornate helmet decorated with jewels and fine engraving.
"This is the Helmet of Rassilon," the cardinal intoned. "In it lies the wisdom of Rassilon, and with this wisdom the future course of your life will be chosen."
He placed it on the boy's head.
A moment...and then the boy heard the voice of Rassilon himself in his ears.
"Hmmm...a very unique sort, you are...could be because of your blood, but then again, your father was the same way and he was full Gallifreyan...Strong streak of cunning, you have...could serve you well if I sent you to Patrex?"
Not Patrex...the boy thought desperately.
"Not Patrex, eh?" Rassilon's voice chuckled. "You think your cunning and your new ideas wouldn't do well there, do you? Very well then...if you're sure...better make it...PRYDONIAN!"
Okay, it's a little silly but begged to be written. And in case you haven't guessed yet, it's a playful takeoff on the Harry Potter novels. If you want to find out what I mean, read 'em!
Sorting
by Jennifer
The slender boy with the dark mop of hair sat nervously at the great hall's table. He glanced at the sea of equally nervous, equally young faces in the hall, then at the stern eyes of the cardinal--Borusa, was that the name he gave?--that gazed out over the children.
"Theta Sigma!" boomed the cardinal's voice.
The boy started in his seat, then glanced over at his friends.
"Don't be scared, Thete, go on up," whispered Drax in the working-class accent prevalent in his whole family. Smiling briefly in thanks, the boy took a deep breath and marched to the dais where the chair waited.
Here, it would be decided which of the three great schools the boy would spend his academic career in. He so wanted it to be Prydonian...it was said that they were the bravest as well as the most imaginative. Just so long as it wasn't Patrexes...so many of them turned out rotten to the core, or so he'd heard...
Reaching the chair, he sat down in it and gazed up unflinchingly at Cardinal Borusa. A slight smile of approval flickered on the man's face, then he picked up an ornate helmet decorated with jewels and fine engraving.
"This is the Helmet of Rassilon," the cardinal intoned. "In it lies the wisdom of Rassilon, and with this wisdom the future course of your life will be chosen."
He placed it on the boy's head.
A moment...and then the boy heard the voice of Rassilon himself in his ears.
"Hmmm...a very unique sort, you are...could be because of your blood, but then again, your father was the same way and he was full Gallifreyan...Strong streak of cunning, you have...could serve you well if I sent you to Patrex?"
Not Patrex...the boy thought desperately.
"Not Patrex, eh?" Rassilon's voice chuckled. "You think your cunning and your new ideas wouldn't do well there, do you? Very well then...if you're sure...better make it...PRYDONIAN!"
Okay, it's a little silly but begged to be written. And in case you haven't guessed yet, it's a playful takeoff on the Harry Potter novels. If you want to find out what I mean, read 'em!