Post by Fate on Dec 13, 2011 23:29:37 GMT -8
Title: A Misunderstanding
Rating: G
Word Count: 312
Warnings: None.
Challenge # 1
Dear Father Christmas,
My name is Harry Potter and I am eight-years-old. I'm not sure of my letters have been reaching you, or of you're having trouble finding my cupboard. But just in case you have put me on the naughty list I I wanted to write this letter and tell my side of the story.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don't think I've been good and don't deserve any presents (last year I received Dudley's old underwear). They blame me for things that happen when I am around, strange things. I don't know why strange things happen around me, I really don't, but they do.
Last night at dinner Dudley was flicking oven chips at me with his fork across the table and every time one dropped to the floor Aunt Petunia would tell me to pick it up. I was getting really angry because Dudley kept flicking the chips and they never told him to stop and I kept having to get off my chair to clean up the mess. Then suddenly, as Dudley was taking a drink, the bottom of his glass disappeared and his coca-cola went every where, on him, the table, and the floor. Aunt Petunia shrieked and Uncle Vernon yelled at me to clean it up and then sent me to my room without letting me finish my dinner.
Surely you can see this wasn't my fault! How could I make a piece of solid glass disappear without even so much as touching it? It's not as if I have magic powers! A lot of the strange things that happen are like that, things I couldn't possibly do on my own. So you see Mr. Father Christmas I really don't think they count as being bad.
I hope my letter has cleared up the misunderstanding. I really would like to getting something for Christmas this year.
Yours Sincerely,
Harry James Potter
Edit: Awarded 5 Points by jesi, on 3/1/12.
Rating: G
Word Count: 312
Warnings: None.
Challenge # 1
Dear Father Christmas,
My name is Harry Potter and I am eight-years-old. I'm not sure of my letters have been reaching you, or of you're having trouble finding my cupboard. But just in case you have put me on the naughty list I I wanted to write this letter and tell my side of the story.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don't think I've been good and don't deserve any presents (last year I received Dudley's old underwear). They blame me for things that happen when I am around, strange things. I don't know why strange things happen around me, I really don't, but they do.
Last night at dinner Dudley was flicking oven chips at me with his fork across the table and every time one dropped to the floor Aunt Petunia would tell me to pick it up. I was getting really angry because Dudley kept flicking the chips and they never told him to stop and I kept having to get off my chair to clean up the mess. Then suddenly, as Dudley was taking a drink, the bottom of his glass disappeared and his coca-cola went every where, on him, the table, and the floor. Aunt Petunia shrieked and Uncle Vernon yelled at me to clean it up and then sent me to my room without letting me finish my dinner.
Surely you can see this wasn't my fault! How could I make a piece of solid glass disappear without even so much as touching it? It's not as if I have magic powers! A lot of the strange things that happen are like that, things I couldn't possibly do on my own. So you see Mr. Father Christmas I really don't think they count as being bad.
I hope my letter has cleared up the misunderstanding. I really would like to getting something for Christmas this year.
Yours Sincerely,
Harry James Potter
Edit: Awarded 5 Points by jesi, on 3/1/12.