This is a ficlet written for the writing school portion of the International Wizarding Schools Championship. Happy reading!
School & Year: Beauxbatons, Year 2
Technique: Conciseness
SPaG: Commas
Word Count: 248
A/N: Special thanks to Clare who got me addicted to writing 100 word stories and made this fun instead of making me want to rip out my hair. Also, she's a queen who was able to take my place in the main IWSC round when real life got in my way.
.: Trapped :.
It was a curious thing, Hermione Granger thought, to know you were trapped. It didn't matter that there was an open door to her left and a grand staircase to her right—she'd never reach either exit.
Her muscles had solidified, her nerves had been frayed to nothing, and she'd screamed her throat raw ages ago. She wasn't aware of much besides the residual burning in her body, but Bellatrix Lestrange's footsteps reverberated through her mind as the dark-haired woman crept closer.
"Crucio," she crooned as though speaking to a lover.
Hermione screamed, her voice cracking and petering out. The drawing room floor was an unyielding force under her arching back, and she was sure this torture would never end. And it didn't—even when Bellatrix stopped the spell with a wicked cackle, trembling with a twisted sort of happiness.
Hermione just knew she'd die here.
When her eyelids fluttered, Hermione's head lolled to the side. The goblin, Griphook, swam into her tear-filled vision, his gnarled hands twisted around the sword of Gryffindor's hilt. Griphook dipped his head in the tiniest nod, and hope flared through her.
And then voices echoed through the room—comforting, familiar voices full of fury.
Time began passing at warp speed. Harry blasted Lucius Malfoy across the room, Dobby shattered the chandelier, and Bellatrix hurled a dagger. Hermione just focused on the rapid beat of Ron's heart as she clung to his shoulders.
When the breathless twisting of Apparition consumed her, Hermione felt trapped no longer.
Thanks for reading!
Sentences for judging:
Appositive: "The goblin, Griphook, swam into her tear-filled vision, his gnarled hands twisted around the sword of Gryffindor's hilt."
Coordinating Conjunction: "The drawing room floor was an unyielding force under her arching back, and she was sure this torture would never end."
Dependent Clause: "When her eyelid's fluttered, Hermione's head lolled to the side."
