Title: Choices
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Year 2 Assignment: 5
Task: Cartography, task 3
Prompt: Write about deciding which path to take (literally or metaphorically)
The Menagerie on Discord
Weekly Writing Challenge: 10/3/25
Prompts: 1- [dialogue] "I think I'm in love."; 2- [Setting] Forest; 3- [Colour] Fuchsia
Word count: 398
Draco stood in the forest of trees looking at the path at his feet. Which path should he take? Left? Or right? Choices, choices, choices. Ultimately, Draco supposed it didn't really matter which path he took, both paths would converge at the same destination. It was a metaphorical design in the grand scheme of things, even if there was a physical choice in front of him.
So, which should he take?
Left?
Or right?
Draco smiled to himself as he looked down the right-hand path. The path was dappled in soft green light as the sun shone through the leaves of the trees lining the path. Occasional breaks in the leaf canopy allowed the sunlight to peek through, shining on the carpet of wildflowers surrounding the trees, yellow, red, fuchsia and white flowers that danced in the light breeze.
The right path it was.
Draco ambled slowly down the avenue of trees lining the path. He paused on his stroll, inhaling deeply the scent of the apples on the branches above his head. The sunlight was glinting off a particularly tempting looking green apple on a low hanging branch.
"I think I'm in love," Draco murmured to himself as he stretched out his hand and picked the apple from the branch. He held it close and inhaled the tart scent of the apple. "So beautiful," he whispered, caressing the apple lovingly.
He didn't think he'd even see a more beautiful or perfect apple. The skin was smooth and uniform in colour, a beautiful vibrant green. The whole apple was nice and firm and it smelt wonderful. Really the scent of it was intoxicating.
"I'm definitely in love," Draco breathed. "So perfect. My precious, precious apple."
He inhaled deeply once more before sinking his teeth into the skin with a pleasing, satisfying crunch. The first juicy, tart taste of the apple's juices hit Draco's tongue, a small dribble escaped and rolled down his chin, but Draco was in heaven. Floating on a cloud of intoxicating scent. He had never had such a perfect apple before and doubted he ever would again and he savoured every bite of that apple wondering how he could ever have thought that his choice of path ultimately wouldn't matter.
His choice of path had led him to find the love of his life. It had been the most important choice he had ever made.