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 3 voting ends Wednesday, 30 September at noon CST.

Please vote for your favourite three entries. The top three will be our winners!

Entry 1. Graphic - PS

Entry 2. Regulus gets the Mark - Mechanical pencil on 70 lb. sketch paper

Entry 3. Digital Art - The Black Sisters

Entry 4. Kingsley Shacklebolt in a Mocha

Entry 5. Drabble

Severus awoke with a gasp at the sudden burning pain in his forearm, and he lurched up out of bed, clutching at the spot on pure reflex as he reached blindly for the old dresser in his professor's quarters. He nearly fell over in the process, the thin sheets from the bed tangling around his legs, but he managed to catch the edge and keep himself on his feet. It took nearly a minute for the searing pain to subside, receding enough to leave a scattering of white spots in his vision. It took another minute for him to regain the use of suddenly wobbly legs, and once he did, he groped blindly for the small bottle of vodka he had started keeping out for just an occasion like this, throwing back a shot to settle the nausea roiling through him.

Seventeen years he had had the Mark, and it never failed to affect him the way it had when he'd first received it.

Sighing, Severus let his shoulders slump as he rested his forehead against his right arm, careful to keep from touching the Mark that he knew would be burning black. Touching it now would be like rubbing salt into a cut, or prodding at a fresh bruise - stinging, painful - nothing that he couldn't bear, but not something he really wanted to experience. So much for getting a good night's sleep. With Filch prowling the halls for Umbridge, and Umbridge doing her very best to sniff out any hint of mischief, it would have been enough of a chore just to get off of the grounds without his exit being noticed, but waiting for some kind of message from the Dark Lord was going to be even harder to bear.

Severus had never enjoyed being left out or not knowing something when he knew that that 'something' was important enough to be woken over. But there was nothing to be done about it. As the Mark prickled on his skin, Severus sighed again in the darkness of his bedroom, and took another swallow of the bitter alcohol before settling back onto his bed, waiting with clenched hands in his lap for the message to be delivered.

It was going to be a long night.

Entry 6. Drabble

Slender fingers circled around his chest softly, as the sweat evaporated off his skin, cooling their bodies but lingering in the dreamy state. His eyes closed, and the confines of the small room spread away. “Just imagine,” Albus spoke languorously, “When the world is how it ought to be, we will not have to hide.”

Albus felt Gellert’s grin. Lazily reaching his hand up, the redhead twirled a curl around his finger, drawing Gellert’s face down. The lips stopped almost touching his. Gellert’s words were soft kisses, “When we rule the world, Albus, we will not have to hide anything.”

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