Music Club: Play Me A Prompt (Term XXIII Activity #02)

[flyingharmony.livejournal.com]

Activity: Play Me A Prompt
Points: 5 points per fic/art; maximum of 30 points.
Deadline: Thursday, May 31st @ 21:59 UTC (timezone converter).
Details: Comment with at most five song prompts (i.e. a title, line/s, or an entire song). Then, browse through the other comments and use these prompts to write fic or create art - Harry Potter related. (Fic should be at least 250 words long, art can be anything, just no doodles. Show that you put some effort in your work!) You will receive five points per fic/art you submit with a maximum of 30 points. starianprincess, recognise this activity? 5 bonus points to you, if you participate!

Note: I turned notifications off for this, so if there are any questions, comments, music notes etc don't hesitate to PM me! (Also, I won't be here until Sunday or Monday, so if it takes me some time to answer, that's why. I'll get back to it, though, I promise!)

Note #2: Since there will be no roster grace periods at the end of activities, double check if you're on it. :)

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. Victor Hugo recommends you to join the Club.

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[n-nanini.livejournal.com]

We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together

I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever

-Dark Waltz, Hayley Westenra

[n-nanini.livejournal.com]

Are the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?

Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing.

-Details in the Fabric, Jason Mraz

[n-nanini.livejournal.com]

Well the witches stare with their limbs akimbo
silhouettes of statues up in the window
call me to come here with a crooked crescendo
but i don't

devotees dance among the pantomime on the promenade
into a tabernacle on the lawn
but i don't follow

because she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine

-Brett Dennen, She's Mine

[n-nanini.livejournal.com]

When there's a journey you,
follow a star
When there's an ocean you,
sail from afar
And for the broken heart, there is the sky
And for tomorrow are, those who can fly

If you really want to, you can hear me say
Only if you want to will you find a way
If you really want to you can seize the day
Only if you want to will you fly away

-Enya, Only If

[ansera.livejournal.com]

Fleur/Bill, dance under the light

There are scars all along your face, downwards, creeping down your neck, and I trace them with fingers (light, you’re holding your breath, but I can feel the pulse under my fingertip) and then lower yet. They stop, and I look up at you, but you turn your eyes away. I force your chin up to look at me – your eyes are brown (they used to be soft, but now there is only pain and emotion you do not want to show). You look at me, but you see nothing these days, I know that.

“Do not do this,” I say. I know you will not listen, but I plead anyway – I must, after all; I came all this way, and in the silence I think I can hear our little girl breathing in the cot (or I dream it, maybe, and hear what I want). “Do not.”

But you have changed, and we both know that. Your mother might have thought me shallow – but it is you who are. It is you who could not stand the force of your family’s expectations and left (just like your brothers, all of you, cowards) and it is you, now, who buckles under the weight of family (if you did not want it, why, why, did you not say so?) “Do not.” You will not listen.

She starts crying, and you go to her. She will grow, I will grow, you? You will not because you do not want to - you want the past too strongly. I fall onto the bed, thinking of brown eyes that danced under the Egyptian heat.

Mia/Slytherin/270

[n-nanini.livejournal.com]

Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination

We'll begin with a spin
Traveling in the world of my creation
What we'll see will defy
Explanation

-Pure Imagination, Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory

[ansera.livejournal.com]

Slytherins, specifically Goyle and Pansy; stay hidden under the white cloth
A/N: headcannon is that all the snake-children knew each other pre-hogwarts, accept it, yes? xD

There was a promise in your words a very long time ago. When I was the child you would find under the dinner table (“Who are you? You’re not supposed to be here.”) and you were the girl who kept my secrets (“It’s my house, I can be wherever I want.”), you never let me down (“You start crying and I’ll meet you at the garden with all the chocolates I can get, okay?”).

You didn’t come to the garden, then – you went to the corner, ate most of them, and then came and gave me three chocolates. I didn’t mind. We found allies (“You like the cream pies the best too?” followed by a wildly goofy smile on a face like my own) and people so like us (“I’ve got a new dad, sucks.”) that we needed two tables to hold all of us under it after a while.

But we were the children of the lost; we were all we had.

But you? You went bad. We were all we had and we were crumbling, a stupid hat drawing lines and forcing us to do things we didn’t want to – and where were the days of pies and chocolates and white gowns flowing past us as we ran through crowded floors? Gone, as were you. These days will end in red and black (not unlike the sweet stains that would be smeared over our faces) and then, where will we be?

Gone, children of the lost with no table to hide under.

Mia/Slytherin/254

[ansera.livejournal.com]

Pansy; Quick, now

Movement. Quick. Whiplash. Quick, quick- I run, I feel as though movement around me is happening in slow-motion; adrenaline keeping me faster than I’ve ever been, fear making sure that my wand is held tight in hand, instincts turning me every way to get to the other side.

To the right. Now. A bright flash of blue. I barely know what I am saying; what spells are flying across me, by me, to me; things are too- Behind me. Quick. I duck. A body charges into me. A physical attack? Not a Death Eater – they would not use something that… Muggle. I fall. He falls with me.

“What are you?” He is screaming; crazed. I recognize him, one of the faces that had been up in the air – floating, masked figures laughing as he spinned, and then fell. “What the hell are you?”

My wand flashed before I can barely recognize it, and he is on the ground. “Not the bad guy,” I whisper, and then keep running. Something feels strange, and I raise my hand to my head. It comes off wet, only slightly red. Blood. Tears. Not the bad guy – but I do not know anymore. Choices must be made.

The left, a white mask. A command, a voice I recognize. “Go to your mother.” I freeze. Then, I keep moving. Movement. All the time. Fast enough and choices that must be made are left behind me and in front of me; with my father killing that Muggle and my mother fleeing instead of choosing or fighting. Just move.

Mia/Slytherin/261

[ansera.livejournal.com]

don't let the bastards get you down
turn it around with another round
there's a party at the bar
everybody put your glasses up
and I drink to that

cheers drink to that, rihanna

[ansera.livejournal.com]

all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to arise

blackbird, the beatles

[ansera.livejournal.com]

I can't take no more of this
I'm knocking on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in

stay, jay sean

[ansera.livejournal.com]

a whole new world
a new fantastic point of view
no one to tell us no or where to go
or say we're only dreaming

a whole new world, aka Aladdin!HP?

[ansera.livejournal.com]

Charlie/Dudlley (i know, wtf brain); aren't you curious?

Muggles who’re introduced to anything even vaguely related to wizard-things are always so fascinated. Fascinated with how things work and how the lights come on and how did you make that come here and can you turn this into yellow next? It’s a constant stream of questions and more questions and then some more – and at the end of it he usually gets laid so it’s not like he really cares.

This man, though, he’s big (taller and bigger than he is, which is saying something) and he’s only here because he’s part of something or the other and he’s looking at him with such wonder (and something else is there – guilt? Disappointment? Regret?) Charlie is intrigued.

Later, after a lot of drinks, the man will start talking. About a cousin he had once, a guy who was strange, weird, other words too slurred for Charlie to make sense of them. About things he’d done that he wish he hadn’t. Charlie nods sympathetically because all he’s really thinking is ‘christ, look at those hands’ and says what he must.

And then later yet, when he’s lying in bed and the man mumbles in his sleep, he’ll put two and two together and say, “Oh fuck,” because he’s got a family dinner tomorrow, and he doesn’t think Harry’ll like this. But he pulls the other man closer anyway (and he should really try to remember his name) and use his wand to do something that he doesn’t really need a wand to do just to see the slight wonder in his eyes.

Mia/Slytherin/261

[mmailliw.livejournal.com]

If A Song (Could Get Me You) - Marit Larsen

William//Slytherin

[mmailliw.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna get in trouble//I wanna start a fight
(Pink - So What)

William//Slytherin

[mmailliw.livejournal.com]

4'33" - John Cage (4 mins 33 secs of pure silence)

William//Slytherin

[mmailliw.livejournal.com]

Queen - We Are The Champions

William//Slytherin

[mmailliw.livejournal.com]

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up//And long ago somebody left with the cup//But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns//And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
(Cake - The Distance)

William//Slytherin

[djmayhem-aubrey.livejournal.com]

Oh please believe I'm doing just fine
For what deceased, I shall never grieve

"Sacrilege" by AFI

Beth//Slytherin//1

[djmayhem-aubrey.livejournal.com]

Hate to have to deal with me
Probably just end in a fight

'Cause I'm a low life, and I'm lovin' it
I'm never gonna change as long as I live

"Lowlife" by Theory of a Deadman

I know SOMEONE can make something interesting out of this one!

Beth//Slytherin//2

[djmayhem-aubrey.livejournal.com]

You won't forgive me, but I know you'll be alright
It tears me apart that you will never know, but I have to let go

Tell me I'm frozen, but what can I do?
Can't share the reasons I did it for you
When lies turn into truth I'd sacrifice for you,
You say that I'm frozen, but what can I do?

"Frozen" by Within Temptation

Beth//Slytherin//3

[djmayhem-aubrey.livejournal.com]

This is an act, stop holding back the things you lost
Cannot replace what's missing
And from the start you played the part and now your heart's
Become a great deception

Bathing in the afterglow
A chance at luck and pride
When we end up we can never know
All I know is we seem to be

Changing, better to turn and walk away
Fading, all these lights just turn to grey
Changing, better to turn and walk away
But the strange thing
Is that I don't feel a thing

One last breath to say goodbye
I tell myself another lie
Stripped of all I hold so dear
The moment's lost and I am sinking down lower
I drown myself in the water
And I am watching my life pass before my eyes
It comes as no surprise

You fall apart and then you... stop

"Changing" by Saosin

Beth//Slytherin//4

[djmayhem-aubrey.livejournal.com]

Meet Your Master by Nine Inch Nails

Beth//Slytherin//5

[mmailliw.livejournal.com]

Everyone knew that the best parties held at Hogwarts in the 1970s were thrown by the Marauders and their friends in Gryffindor Tower.
Everyone, that is: except for members of Slytherin House and people who were lucky enough to be close friends with a Slytherin. The dungeon walls held several amazing party rooms hidden from the rest of the school where parties could go as intensely or as long as desired without anyone outside the room catching on.
And of the magnificent dungeon parties, the best one of all took place on the evening of June 1, 1976, after the Defense against the Dark Arts final for Severus Snape's fifth year and the infamous aftermath involving Marauders, Levicorpus, and the word "Mudblood".
When Avery passed through the scene, he decided that this night would be perfect for the best Slytherin-only party ever; he even arranged for a special invitation to appear on Severus Snape's bed, visible only to him, when he returned to his dorm that night.
Severus Snape walked over quietly to the secret room at the appointed time, and in his honor, everyone was signing the following words (referring, of course to the Marauders):
don't let the bastards get you down
turn it around with another round
there's a party at the bar
everybody put your glasses up
and I drink to that
as Avery handed Severus a glass of his favourite Firewhisky (a complex, obscure 1926 vintage) to begin the night's partying. The combination of music from the future and drinks from the past were ALMOST enough to make Severus forget about Marauders and their friends...

William//Slytherin [266]

[meredith44]

Inspired by "Even Heroes have the right to bleed". A sig tag...



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