Drabble 12: A Sirius Development
Sirius was enjoying his penthouse in New York. American muggles were amusing people, almost more so than American magical folk. They were brash, rude, and (if he had to guess) their bones consisted of magma. Just his kind of people. Sirius sighed, staring down at all the crazies wandering around at this time of night, and wished James could be there.
An owl glided over and landed gracefully on the balcony. Sirius eagerly took a step towards it, pulling out a hot dog he had failed to finish out of his pocket, before he recognized the owl.
"Oh no no no." Sirius slapped a hand to his face. "Please go away and-and unhappen." The owl mercilessly extended its leg towards the wizard. Sirius sighed and accepted what was no doubt a passive aggressive letter from the harridan that gave birth to him. He opened it.
"Son of a b-!"
Drabble 13: Sycophant
Riddle was enjoying his "patrol" around Hogwarts, an excuse to not be in the Dining Hall during Halloween, when a smirking Slytherin prefect came dashing down the corridor.
"Professor Riddle!" The student exclaimed uselessly as there was no one else around.
"Yes?" Riddle pasted on a bright, kind smile.
"We have a representative of the Ministry visiting. She requested that all students and staff are present for the announcement."
"I see." Riddle resisted the urge to sigh and gestured the young man ahead. They entered the Dining Hall through a side door and Riddle's eyes immediately met the visiting representative. Riddle's smile stayed plastered on purely from habit.
It was Walburga Black.
Riddle walked up to the staff table and took a seat, irritatingly next to Dumbledore, and turned his attention to the horrid woman. She smiled sweetly at him. The other staff members stared in amazement.
Riddle hated Halloween.
Drabble 14: Pure Announcement
Hermione was enjoying her pumpkin juice when the Dining Hall doors crashed open. A woman with dark greying hair, unkind eyes, and a manufactured smile strode inside and up to the staff table. An attractive middle-aged man and a mousey wizard followed after the woman. The attractive one, Hermione realized, looked remarkably like Sirius. The other, while familiar, Hermione could not manage to place a name.
The woman spoke briefly to a grave Dumbledore. A Slytherin prefect was sent out and returned moments later with Professor Riddle. There was a brief conversation before the woman turned around and ignored the staff.
"Hogwarts!" She called in a screeching voice. "I come as a messenger from the Ministry with an announcement that I'm sure," She glances at the Slytherin table, "you will appreciate.
"The ministry has finally approved that all underage mu-muggleborns must wear marked armbands."
The hall exploded into an uproar.