hh_clubs | Slug Club: The Slug Club's Got Talent!

Activity: A talent show!
Points: 10 pts/participation. 5 points for getting to the next round (not being eliminated). And the top three get 30/25/20 points on top of other points earned. (So the winner will effectively get 50 points overall, etc.)
Deadline: Round 1 voting ends Sunday, 20 September at noon CST.

Please vote for your favourite five entries. The top 10 will proceed to the next round. Good luck, everyone!

Entry 1. Graphic - GIMP

Entry 2. Animation

Entry 3. Fic

Severus had never been more humiliated in his life; he knew that the whole neighbourhood already pretty much knew him as the little loner teen from 'that troubled Snape home'. He was certain he'd seen faces peering out the windows as he went past in the dim light of early evening, scrambling towards the Muggle emergency room as if the hounds of hell were chasing him.

The doctors there hadn't asked how he'd broken his arm when he'd first stumbled in, pale and shaking with the effort not to cry or pass out from the pain as he cradled his arm to his chest. They hadn't commented when he'd broken down in tears when they had to set the bone and put the cast on. It was only later, as a lady was asking a numb Severus questions about his name, address, and how to contact his parents to pick him up, that he really clued in to the way her treatment of him changed once she knew who he was. She looked at him with pity. It made him want to yell at her, 'Don't pity me, you stupid bint, get me out of that house, I don't want to go back!'

But more than anything, he had to admit to himself as he slumped in the hard plastic chair, mumbling answers to the receptionist's probing questions, that what he was most humiliated about was how Lily was going to react. He knew she had suspected for years that Tobias had been abusing Severus, but he had managed to avoid answering that question for so long. A chill sweat broke out on his skin, and despite the comfortable warmth of the summer evening, a shiver went through him at the realization that he could never hide this from her. Not unless he planned to avoid her for the rest of the summer.

Entry 4. Latte Art - Draco

Entry 5. Graphic

Entry 6. Graphic - PSP

Entry 7. Graphic - PS

Entry 8. Knitting

Entry 9. Digital Drawing - Lily

Entry 10. Fic

From this highest tower, he can see the ocean, its spilling foam caressing the sandy-red shore in a way he never did, for Albus. He feels all the shades of his betrayal, and thinks it ironic that this what he was put here for: solitary contemplation. Still, Gellert doesn't think he would change any of it, not one thing. This imprisonment is not having its intended effect, and he likes that.

Except. There is one thing he would change.

The summer made the boys smell of sweat and confidence. It hardly mattered what they spoke of, just that their letters were secret, just that when they whispered, only each other heard. And then instead of Albus's lips meeting Gellert's ear, Albus waited until Gellert's face was turned, met his mouth.

Gellert started back, pointed once again to the map of Brunswick, the suspected location of a hallow. Albus pretended he had not been rejected. Gellert simply pretended.

In a tall, pinched tower on the continent, alone, Gellert decides he is tired of pretending, but now it is too late for reality, too.

Entry 11. Graphic

Entry 12. Fic - "Feel the Envy"

I glance over at the two who are giggling. They look so happy, enjoying each others' company. And it's no lie that they look perfect next to each other. Despite the contrast of their personalities, they're still the perfect people who have ever molded together to be a couple. It's almost a miracle.
"James, give it back," whines Lily in a more jesting way than actually being annoyed as she would've been years ago. James merely grins and holds the book up higher over his head. Lily, tossing her head, grits her teeth.
"Hey, Potter," she begins.
"Potter? That's not personal."
"What should I call you then?"
"James, the One Who Keeps My Sex Life Fulfilled."
Snort. They continue on bickering, rolling their eyes and joking around in a way that only seventeen year old lovers can. I watch jealously, hands pushed in pockets. Must be nice having someone to talk to. I think I hate James, having it all. How come he can have all these things? Parents, looks, Quidditch, brains, even a perfect girlfriend. I burn with envy.
James finally notices me lurking in the background. He looks back, concerned. "Are you alright, Sirius?"
How can he be such a perfect friend, son, lover, and student? Injustice.
"Do you want to fly around for a while?" he suggest, knowing remedies to my grouchy mood. "It's not too bad and Lily has to do that homework anyway..."
I grin slightly, shaking my head. I don't want to break up the couple. "No. No, it's okay. I'm fine. You go ahead."
With a final look, the two walk away, muttering to each other and laughing. I scold myself and fold away the feelings of envy. Why does it matter what James has? What I have, a best mate, is enough for me.
I don't need what he has.

Entry 13. Traditional art (coloured pencil on card stock) - Voldemort

Entry 14. Graphic Art - Luna

Entry 15. Traditional art (pencil) - Harry

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Schedule:
Round 1 Submissions: 9/15 - 9/18.
Round 1 Voting: 9/18 - 9/20.
Round 2 Submissions: 9/20 - 9/23.
Round 2 Voting: 9/23 - 9/25.
Round 3 Submissions: 9/25 - 9/28.
Round 3 Voting: 9/28 - 9/30.

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