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OPENING GAMES FREE-FOR-ALL CHALLENGE No. 1 from Anya_Elizabeth!
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We have a special something for you this year. The Official "OPENING GAMES FREE-FOR-ALL CHALLENGE" for the 2009 Mixed Snarry Games!

While our Champions are busy putting pen and pencil to paper, we invited anyone who wanted to partake in the challenge to submit for posting any or all of the following:

• DRABBLE: Exactly 100 word story with no more than 15 words for title.
  
• FICLET: No more than 500 word story, no less than 100 words, with no more than 15 word title.
  
• DRAWBLE: A quick drawing or sketch, taking no more than an hour to create, with no more than 15 words for a title.
  
• LIMERICK: A light humorous, nonsensical, or bawdy verse/poem of five lines usually with the rhyme scheme a/a/b/b/a.
  

Using the following challenge parameters, must include one of each of the following Thing/Place/Action:

2009 Snarry Games Drabble/Drawble/Ficlet Challenge

A. Things	B. Places	C. Actions
A Mouldy Fruit	Balcony	Walking
Naughty Picture	Beach/Shore	Yawning
A Newt	Bath/Loo	Reclining
A Knut	Street Corner	Shouting
Three-Legged Cat	Cemetery/Mausoleum	Cleaning/Washing
Squeaky Shoes	Forest/Woods	Coughing/Choking
Umbrella	Cave	Singing
Paper	In A Car/Vehicle	Cooking
An Alcoholic Beverage	A Creaky Old House	Exploring
A Wand	The Muggle Cinema	Hiding

*These are in no particular order.

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Today, we'd like to open up with someone who decided to submit 3 out of the 4 challenges! We are tickled pink to introduce:

anya_elizabeth with her ficlet, limerick AND drawble!

WARNINGS: PG + NWS image under cut.




Title: Too drunk to...
Author/Artist: anya_elizabeth
Thing/Place/Action: Alcoholic Beverage/Street Corner/Coughing
Drabble/Drawble/Ficlet/Limerick?: Ficlet! 484 words.
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: PG for drinking? And a warning for Far Too Serious For The Title... I'll have to write a limerick to make up for it.
Notes/Disclaimers/Betas Does it count if the alcoholic beverage is in one Harry Potter?



The world is foggy and full of contrasts; the warm shoulder against him and the cold wall at his back, his numb fingers and his burning lungs, the bright puddle of light from the lamp on the corner and the blurred edges of the night beyond. He knows he's drunk, because he's smoking.

He's not even very good at it. Ron's laughing at him, but then Ron's drunk too, and Harry's coughing and laughing and feeling stupid. It feels like lost youth.

The other smokers form a smog about them. Harry can't breathe. He gestures, and Ron laughs, and he doesn't know if he's made his point, but he staggers off regardless. His feet won't hit the pavement where they should, and the wall looms up beside him, a friend and an enemy at once. Harry reaches out to it.

He reaches the corner. He clings to the streetlight and remembers why he accepted the cigarette. It's a sharp distraction from the cold, and the street slowly moving around him. Now he's just coughing hard enough to gag, fingers wrapped around cold metal.

He's nothing for a moment, nothing but his diaphragm keeping an irregular time. He thinks he hears footsteps. He thinks they stop. He thinks there might be someone in the shadows. He doesn't think much of thinking right now.

He staggers towards the sound instead. The footsteps walk to meet him, and before he's quite made it to the edge of the light there's a silhouette in front of him.

It wouldn't be the first time he's seen Snape. Tall strangers, long hair, big noses, they pass by in a flash and make him double-take. He used to see Fred, too. Even Colin. But this silhouette is burned somewhere deeper than memory, and the primal knot inside his chest is proof. He reaches out, to hold on or to brush away the ghost. His fingertips hit fabric.

"You're drunk."

The voice hits something in him hard. Shock burns through to his fingertips. He stares at them, pressed into darkness, and the world becomes a tight, hot point of focus.

His legs give, and he catches himself against the warmth beneath his hand. It stays firm. For a moment, he is still, then Harry is pulling himself closer, tight against the warm and real, desperation and joy and sensual pleasure, heat against his icy skin. He thinks he's trying to embrace Snape, but he's more collapsed, fingers knotted tightly into Snape's black shirt and heat blooming out across his frozen bones.

"Very drunk," says the voice, a rumble against Harry's cheek, and it sounds dark or maybe pleased. Or maybe something else that Harry doesn't understand because Snape's wand hand is moving. His legs buckle. The streetlamp goes out, and the stars follow.

In the morning, Harry drinks his tea with a raw throat. He thinks he must have been smoking again.

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Author/Artist: anya_elizabeth
Thing/Place/Action: Naughty Pictures/Bath/Hiding
Drabble/Drawble/Ficlet/Limerick?: Limerick and accompanying drawble
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: Scandalous pictures
Notes/Disclaimers/Betas I idly typed that I'd write a limerick...so then I had to. Then I had to draw naked Harry to go with it. The drawble was exactly one hour's work... I know because I set an alarm. An evil alarm. please to be ignoring the two minutes I took putting on the border.

At Hogwarts there once was a teacher
Who photographed boys in the bleachers
He hid after hours
Inside the boy's showers
And got some quite scandalous pictures!

Scandalous Pictures by Anya Elizabeth






Thank you, anya_elizabeth!

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