i read too many tumblr post writing prompts and get inspired by them so this is just a short writing practice for me that i happen to post this really isn't anything but a few short writing practices

don't take these as any sort of real story, they're just stupid writing shorts

-- prompt 1119 by daily-prompts on tumblr--

"Personify laughter and tears"

He was Laughter.

Messy hair from being unable to sit still, a bright smile on his face. He would laugh when faced with stupid situations, nervously giggle when he was stressed, burst out in laughter when he saw his awful outfit combinations in the mirror. His green eyes lit up when met with challenges, and he surrounded himself with others.

He was carefree, careless, caring. He would smile and bring joy whenever he could.

It was exhausting sometimes, always having to have this smile, but what else could he do? Everyone knew him as Laughter, it was who he was to them, he couldn't shatter how they imagined him by showing any sadness.

He was Tears.

His hair was pin-straight and always perfect, and it felt like the only thing in the world that was. He cried and cried and cried, grey eyes watery all the time, constantly comparing himself to others and contemplating his own inevitable demise. He couldn't stand to look at himself, he was hideous, no one would ever love him.

He was anxious and sad and overwhelmed by the slightest things.

More than anything, he was exhausted. He wanted to badly to just laugh, to feel some sort of happiness, but he had been so sad for so long that he wasn't sure he could.

He hated Laughter. How could someone be so happy, hold so much joy in their heart, be so full of love and sunshine?

He told Laughter this. He told him that he hated him, his stupid black hair and green eyes and smile.

Laughter agreed.

This stunned Tears. He hadn't expected such an honest answer.

Laughter just sat down with a sigh, head in his hands, and told Tears he didn't know how much longer he could maintain this facade. 

Tears asked him why he did.

And Laughter stopped for a moment, and whispered: "I don't know."

And Laughter cried.

Tears held him in his arms and comforted Laughter as he cried, cried for so long that Tears wondered just how long he'd been pretending to be okay.

Laughter shakily pulled away. "That's the first time I've ever cried."

"Join the club," Tears responded.

Laughter laughed at that, a genuine smile lighting up his whole face.

And Tears couldn't help but laugh along with him.

-- prompt 1144 by daily-prompts on tumblr--

The phrase "and we would just melt into the scenery" has to be used twice in your paragraph or story.

"We're nobody, you know," Malfoy murmurs quietly in the middle of the silent Hospital Wing.

"Excuse me?" Harry is the only other person in here, the cut on his lip and bruise around his eye healing slower than he'd like.

He gains some satisfaction from the wince Malfoy gives when he turns, evidence of the broken ribs Madam Pomfrey had had to heal.

"We don't fucking matter. You've done your part in the world, and I've done mine, and now it's like we're nobody."

"I'm not your fucking therapist, Malfoy."

"I don't care. You and me, we're gonna hate each other forever." Malfoy has dark circles under his eyes that aren't from Harry. He's thinner than he used to be, and if Harry could find the will to care about anything, he'd be worried about the boy.

"God, I hope not. That sounds exhausting."

"Then we would have no purpose. Your friends have found purpose in one another. So have mine. But you have me? We have no purpose outside of hating one another. It's all we have left. If he stopped, we would have nothing, be shadows of ourselves. And we would just melt into the scenery."

Harry thinks about this, before the pain in his twisted arm becomes too much and he decides to give into the darkness and blackout.

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Draco's lips are at his throat as Harry watches the dancers in the middle of the room.

"Do you want to dance? I see how you watch them."

"No. I'm a terrible dancer, I loathe it."

"Good. I do too, although I'm a wonderful dancer. Mother taught me when I was six."

"Of course she did," Harry replies, although there's no malice in his tone, only veiled affection.

Draco trails another line of kisses up his throat. "Do you want to marry me?"

"This isn't the way I'm gonna let you ask me, Draco." Harry is grinning though, and he know Draco already knows his answer.

"I can ask you in front of the reporters. They'll have a field day, they already hate the idea of us together."

"Let's elope."

"Is that what you want?" Draco's lips are at his jaw now.

"It is. Our friends are too involved in their own lives. the Wizarding World hates us. I think we should elope and live somewhere else."

"Mm." Draco nibbles his earlobe. "Somewhere suburban? You know I want a child."

"If suburban is what you want, my love, suburban is what you will get."

"I don't want to live here. I want to live somewhere Muggle."

"That sounds perfect. We would elope, and then go somewhere near France maybe-"

"Italy," Draco murmurs, his fingers traveling along the seam of Harry's shirt.

"-Italy, and we would have a dog, because you're allergic to cats, and a kid, and we would live the most normal, boring lives. We would be just like everyone else, and we would melt into the scenery."

"You're stealing my lines, Potter," Draco whispers, moving to stand in front of him. "I want to take your last name when we get married."

"Draco Potter," Harry says, tasting the word on his tongue. Draco's eyes widen.

"It's perfect. I love you, Harry Potter."

"I love you, Draco Potter."

-- prompt 1132 by daily-prompts on tumblr--

Write a paragraph about the difference between the end and the ending.

The end.

The end implies that it is finished, done, there can be no more. The end to a series, the end to a life, the end of the world.

There will be nothing in the end.

The end gives you nothing.

The ending.

The ending implies that there is more. The ending of a story, followed by its sequel, the ending of a relationship, only to find a new one, the ending of a song that you can play over and over and over again.

There will be so much in the ending.

The ending gives you everything.

-- prompt 1062 by daily-prompts on tumblr--

Your character goes outside on a clear night. Looking up, they see a bright falling star streak across the sky. What wish do they make?

Green eyes dully watch the building in front of them. It's been hours.

Practice stakeouts for the Aurors have never been fun, but Harry feels like he's dying, just sitting here with nothing to do.

The other Aurors have given up on being professional. A few have even pulled out Firewhiskeys. They are joking, laughing, having fun.

In the morning, the will be reprimanded for it, but none of them will have it marked on their record.

So why should they care?

He's sitting on the hood of the car, green eyes moving from the boring grey building to the deep black of the sky.

Someone offers him a Firewhiskey. He declines.

Something catches his eye. A steak of light across the sky.

A falling star.

Harry remembers what Ginny had told him a long time ago about falling stars, and he makes his wish before looking over at the other boy.

He's sitting on the car next to Harry, grey eyes trained on the sky, widened slightly. Slowly, he turns and looks at Harry.

Harry wonders if Draco knows what he wished for.

By the small, almost imperceptible smile on his lips, Harry would guess that he does.