6th Day On the sixth day of christmas, my true love sent to me Six flights of fancy
GIFT FOR emeraldsword Buffy the Vampire Slayer Buffy, her mother PG 127 words
“Why are you so late, Buffy?” her mother demanded.
“Well, you see, there was this armed hold-up on the coffee shop and then there was a police raid and we had to give witness statements. Then, coming out of that, this woman collapsed with a heart attack and I had to stop and call 911 and wait around for the ambulance to come. And after that, there was a flock of sheep loose on the road and I stopped to help round them up.”
“Goodness. That sounds dramatic!”
“Yeah.”
“So what really happened?”
“Trust me.” Buffy thought back over her terrifying combat with the arraigned forces of the undead. “You really don’t want to know.”
Her mother nodded wisely.
“I can guess. You got a flat tyre.”
Chalet School Julie Lucy, Daisy Venables, Mary Burnett U 96 words
“I’m going to become a barrister,” said Julie Lucy.
“I’m going to practise for years as a children’s doctor,” Daisy said from the superior position of a university student.
“And I’ll be Headmistress of a school some day.” Mary Burnett, the History mistress, said, over-hearing the conversation. “Marriage? No, not for me: I’m a born student.”
”Yeah, right,” muttered the disgruntled readers. “Marriage and no jobs for you. If the author liked you a little more, jobs and no marriage, but certainly not both. Only Jo will get both.
“Not true!” all three exclaimed.
Was it true? Gentle readers, you must decide for yourselves.*
*Violent readers are called to make no such decision, obviously.
Chalet School Con Maynard PG 97 words
Sometimes Con wished that she didn’t want to be a writer. Mamma was wonderful – of course she was – but it just made being her daughter a bit demoralising. It was bad enough being the middle triplet – neither the oldest responsible one, nor the youngest brilliant one, but ‘just Con’. But Con’s best talent was writing – and even then, she knew that however well she wrote, everyone would say “Yes, she’s good… but not as good as her mother.”
Sometimes Con wondered what it would have been like if her ambition had been to drive a train, instead.
Harry Potter Bill/Fleur, Ron/Hermione, implied Ron/Fleur PG 82 words
Bill had gone out to buy more beers. Hermione had privately thought that it was probably unnecessary; now, watching Ron, she knew it was.
”Yeah, and then, you know, I got Harry through when he was struggling with…” Rons words were slightly slurred, his eyes fixed on his sister-in-law. “I really killed You-Know Voldemort, actually.”
”This is true?” Fleur asked, mobile eyebrows rising.
”Yeah…”
”Yes, really,” Bill said as he re-entered. “Oh, and did I ever mention that I’m Godric Gryffindor reincarnated?”
Harry Potter Fred, George G 112 words
“You rule,” offered Fred, as an opening gambit.
“You float my boat,” George responded.
“We who are about to die salute you.”
“Cheating,” objected George. “Direct quotation.”
“Damn. Okay… You’re not so green as you’re cabbage looking.”
“You’re cool as a cucumber.” George was continuing the horticultural theme.
“Nice one,” approved Fred. “You make my earth move.”
“I do?” grinned George.
“Shut up.” Fred gave him a shove.
“Um… Right… You… um… You’re the keeper of my flame.”
“You,” said Fred with finality, “rock my tiny socks.”
George snorted uncontrollably.
“Okay, you win. I can’t top that one.”
Well, it was one way to pass the time as they waited for war…
Harry Potter Harry G 160 words
Sometimes, Harry tried to imagine what it would be like if he hadn’t been a wizard. If the whole Hogwarts thing was a dream, and that reality had been Stonewall High School, living with the Dursleys all the time. Of course, perhaps it might have been better than it seemed. If only the Dursleys hadn’t felt like they had to squash the magic out of him – if his parents really had died in a car crash… maybe they would have been nicer to him. Maybe… well, no, Harry couldn’t imagine Uncle Vernon loving ANYONE… but maybe they’d at least have tolerated him. Maybe he wouldn’t even have grown up in the cupboard under the stairs. And maybe – maybe Dudley might have played with him occasionally when they were children.
And that made Harry smile, at last. For facing death was at least preferable to being part of Dudley’s gang. No, he wouldn’t swap reality for fantasy, thank you very much.