Title: Duelling
The Houses Competition
Round: Challenge 2
House: Ravenclaw
Class: History of Magic
Category: Challenge
Prompts: [character] Vincent Crabbe; [restriction] 100-400 words
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Diagon Alley: Gringotts, number 35, 1G
Prompt: [dialogue] "I can't do this."
Summer Camp: the wall, step 13; tie dye, red number 1
Prompt: handbag; [emotion] embarrassed
Summer Cookout: number 20, steak kebabs
Prompt: [colour] hot pink
Summer Jobs: ice cream stand, flavour, number 7 cotton candy; coffee shop, number 11 cinnamon swizzle sensation; pet sitting, number 2, Scabbers
Prompt: baby pink; [word] sensation; write about someone in disguise
The Menagerie on Discord
Weekly Writing Challenge: 6/17/24
Prompts: 3- [plot point] wearing a disguise
HP bingo card 13: N5
Prompt: Moaning Myrtle
Word count: 394
Betas: Lily, Hadrian, Charlotte
Warnings/Trigger warnings: some swearing
"I can't do this," Vincent told Draco, looking at the clothes that Draco was holding up. "I'm not doing this. I won't wear that."
"Please? I need your help. I don't want to end up in detention," Draco pleaded with his friend.
"Why do I need to wear that? Why can't I just keep a lookout?"
"I think you'll look lovely," Moaning Myrtle said glumly.
"What exactly are you planning on doing in the Room of Requirement?" he asked as he reluctantly took the proffered clothes.
"Duelling Potter! Obviously! I need to teach him a lesson. Insufferable prick!" Draco said vehemently.
"Good," Vincent said, slipping into the toilet cubicle in Myrtle's bathroom.
Vincent sighed, took a deep breath and quickly downed the glass of Polyjuice potion. He gasped and winced as the weird bubbling sensation rippled across his skin. He groaned as he rapidly began to shrink in height by a couple of feet.
"Are you okay?" he heard Myrtle ask.
"I'm fine," Vincent replied. His voice was high-pitched and squeaky and his clothes were hanging off him. He sighed once again, removed his robes and began pulling on the dreadful hot pink and baby pink ensemble that Draco had given him.
He emerged from the cubicle to Myrtle's coos of " aww" and Draco's stifled laughter.
"Shut it," he tried to growl but it came out high-pitched and squeaky.
"Here," Draco said, holding out a handbag, "you'll need this."
"You must be joking!"
"She's never seen without it, just take it," Draco cajoled.
Vicent said nothing but took the handbag from Draco, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. His only consolation was that no-one besides Myrtle and Draco would ever know it was him.
"Let's go," Draco said, still shaking with laughter. "I told Potter I would meet him at half past to duel."
Vincent glared at Draco but, nevertheless, followed him up to the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor.
They didn't have long to wait until Potter came strutting down the corridor.
"Malfoy!"
"Potter!"
"Who's your girlfriend?" Harry sneered. "Don't think much of her taste."
"It's just Crabbe. He's going to be our lookout. Don't want to get detention for duelling now, do we?"
"I guess not. Nice outfit, Crabbe." Harry laughed as Vincent flushed with embarrassment.
"Fuck him up good, Draco." Vincent glared at Potter.
"Oh, I will," Draco smirked, watching Harry blush.