Shutterbug Society|24.5 Things are developing

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Activity: Things are developing
Points: 10 points participation Only
Deadline: Monday December 17th at 10PM UTC
Details: You found an undevelped roll of film. Write a short story with at least 150 words whose roll of film it was and what the photos turned out to be after you developed them.

Your story: Word count: Name||House

This was suggested by rebel so there will be 5 points for her if she participates.

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[la-loony.livejournal.com]

Questions over here ;)

[jamie-love13.livejournal.com]

Your story: The roll was found in an empty corridor. When it was first picked up, it was believed to be that kids. You know the one, always taking photos of Potter, hanging around him and being annoying. Anyways, the roll was found in an empty corridor and it was picked up. It was going to be thrown out but the person who had picked it up was feeling a moment of weakness and decided to develop it. He'd forgotten about the roll while it was developing and had gone to get some lunch. When he went back to the potion developing, he nearly dropped what he was carrying in shock.

For the photos had revealed none other than Potter, but it was like these photos were taken by himself. Of course, that didn't mean he was alone, either. In every single photo there was another man. He had dark hair, shoulder length. A mustache, and a wide smile on his face. Now if anything, Draco Malfoy was not an idiot. He knew instantly that this man was none other than Sirius Black, which surprised the kid even more.

For in every photo, Potter had a wide grin on his face, his eyes light with something that looked like happiness, and wasn't that just the kicker.

Word count: 218

Jamie//Gryffindor

[autumn-mist.livejournal.com]

Your story: Whilst walking alone along an abandoned stretch of road, I happened to come across a curious object. It was what appeared to be a roll of undeveloped film. Being a nosy sort of person, I immediately took the roll to my darkroom and developed them, using the tricks to make sure the photos (should they prove to be wizard's photos) would move.

What I found was most shocking! It was indeed a roll of film dropped by wizards, but it contained the most adorable (and hard to believe) photos I have ever seen. You see, the film belonged to the Malfoy family, and there was photo after photo of a young Draco.

In some he was sleeping, in others he was happily throwing food at a hapless house elf. There were photos of him learning how to walk, photos of him learning how to ride his first broom, and most endearingly, photos of him with his parents. Why there was even a photo of Lucius Malfoy himself giving his son a pony ride around the library - and I thought he would find himself above such matters!

Perhaps I should see if I can find Draco, or his parents, I'm sure they would want their photos.

Word count: 207

Krystal || Slytherin

[daisychain-xx.livejournal.com]

Your story: Now, I'm not one to stray from the norm, but my dorm was annoying the life out of me. The appearance of the room hadn't been changed in goodness knows how long; it was certainly the same as the first day I stepped into it! After asking Professor Sprout's permission, I decided to move the beds around a little, maybe even add a little more colour to the walls. I began by pulling my bed away from the wall, but before I got it all the way out, I noticed something lying on the floor. At first I was reluctant to pick it up because, well, you never know what you're going to find in this castle, and its usually the case that it's hidden because nobody wants you to see it! Carefully, I bent down to pick it up from the floor, and noticed that it was a small black container. Reluctantly opening it, I was relieved to see that there was only a camera film inside, and not something more sinister. Resolving to develop the film later, I finished re-decorating the dorm room. Everything looks prettier with some flowers and new bed linen!

Stepping back to take pride in my work, I felt a lump in my robes and remembered the roll of film in my pocket. I remembered learning how to develop film during one of my visits to the library, so I set to my task, eager and excited to see the memories that had been captured on the celluloid. Delighted at how easy it had been to develop the film, I paced impatiently, waiting on the developing process to complete. Once the moment to look at the photographs arrived, I became nervous for some reason; I guessed it was anticipation. These photos could hold anything from the key to a world-renowned mystery, or evidence of a historic event. With trepidation, I looked at the first photo, shocked at what I saw.

The whole of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team from about twenty years ago, in a line, with their trousers around their ankles and their bums on show for all to see. Quickly shuffling through the rest of the film, I came to a conclusion; I should have left the beds where they were.

Word count: 379

Claire||Hufflepuff

[bergeronprocess.livejournal.com]

Your story: I became part of the Magical Photography Club not long after my third year began. I just thought it might be something a bit fun to do after class when I was done with my homework, or to put me in a creative sort of mood to do homework. When I was little, I used to watch my mum make photos in the magical way. My Muggle dad is always amused by it. Anyway, I wanted to learn to do it myself and I mastered the developing process in no time at all! Once I'd sorted it out, the club leader gave me some old boxes of film she'd found in a dusty old corner of the staff room. She wanted to have me figure out what the pictures featured. It was an honor! Then, when I developed them, the photos were from Hogwarts around the time that photography was born. It was fascinating to see what's changed in more than 100 years--and what hasn't!
Word count: 164

Emma||Hufflepuff

[mmailliw.livejournal.com]

NOTE: The below is written with Draco Malfoy - NOT me - as the narrator.

Your story: There is no reason why I should not be considered good enough to associate with Horace Slughorn. He is the Slytherin Head of House; I am a Slytherin Prefect - and on the inside track for making Head Boy next year. He is a Potions Master: I am the best Potions student Hogwarts has seen in a generation (even Mudbloods who may score higher on other subjects do not have the brewing knack I do). Yet, for some reason, he never sent me an invitation to his Slug Club, fobbing me off with some excuse about how my father, Lucius Malfoy, should not have been good enough either.

So imagine my surprise when I saw a roll of film marked with the same slug-and-slime shaped insignia as Horace Slughorn's wand! Naturally, I looked at it to see exactly what it was that he liked that I didn't have. Crystallsed pineapple... oak-aged mead... okay, sweets that I could easily use to buy him off... nothing remarkable here... until I actually saw a few Slug Club party gatherings themselves. At every gathering, even ones where a few of my relatives showed up, though, one common thread struck me: the majority of people there were Gryffindors of every stripe. From the would-be heroic types to the studious Muggle-borns to the annoying braggarts (seriously: what type of person eats as many Doxy eggs as they can on a bet?)... from Mudbloods to blood traitors to children of blood traiters and Mudbloods... the 'Slug Club' might as well have been official Gryffindor House parties based on who showed up.

From now on, I NO LONGER recognize Horace Slughorn as anything other than a blood traitor and house traitor of the worst kind... SEVERUS SNAPE is my true Head of House!
Word count: 295

William//Slytherin

[dragongirl3745.livejournal.com]

Your story:

I was walking quickly from the library and heading back to the Hufflepuff Common Room. As I turned a corner, I saw something resting against the wall, on the floor. Curiosity getting the better of me, I approached the object cautiously. Relief washed through me as I realized that it was a roll of undeveloped film. Glancing around and seeing no one, I picked it up. I thought for a moment, decided that I had some time and turning back around, headed straight to Colin Creevey's darkroom. I slipped in, relieved to find that he wasn't there. Carefully, I went through the steps of developing film and watched in awe at the beautiful scenes that were revealed. There were pictures of the Weasley twins, laughing together at some joke. There were pictures of Hogwarts Castle, and the Forbidden Forest. There was one picture that made my breath catch a little: a picture of Professor Dumbledore, smiling at Professor McGonagall, clearly happy. Carefully I gathered the pictures together. Now I was definitely going to find who these pictures belong to and return them. They belonged to whoever had taken such lovely, heart-felt pictures.

Word Count: 192

Anna//Hufflepuff

[flyingharmony.livejournal.com]

Your story: Once you need Colin Creevey, and he isn't there! I found the film roll near the Hufflepuff common room, with a note attached. Develop me! My pleasure to develop you, but how do it? Unfortunately, your owner forgot to explain how to develop photos. Off to the library, then! There must be a book for this - isn't there a book for everything?

It doesn't take me long to find the correct instructions; Merlin, this looks even more complicated than I thought! All right, let's start the experiment - the common room is empty, so I decide to transfigure it into a dark room for the next couple of hours. Thankfully I have plenty of potion ingredients to help me develop the photos, now I only need to...

Boom!

To be quite honest, I don't know if it was supposed to make a similar noise or not. Carefully I approach the table to examine the disaster a little closer - I certainly need to clean up the common room after I'm done, but... Is it true? I can actually see pictures. They look like Christmas cards - Christmas cards for our common room! Dobby's face is smiling at me, holding up a huge sign. Merry Christmas, Hufflepuff Students!

Word count: 207

Avi||Hufflepuff

[flipflop-diva.livejournal.com]

Your story:

It was the last thing I had expected to find. Which is kind of funny considering I don’t really know what I did expect to find, but it definitely wasn’t that.

It was just a mere two weeks after the Second War ended. Every time I saw a picture of Hogwarts pop up in The Daily Prophet — seeing the rebuilding going on, seeing the solemn but intense looks on people’s faces as they worked to restore its crumbled walls — I felt drawn to the place that once served as my home for 7 years. That morning I couldn’t help myself. I Apparated into Hogsmeade and took a walk back to the castle, intending to spend the next few days helping out.

It was when I was working to restore the rubble on the east side of the castle that I found it. Under a rock and covered with dirt was an undeveloped roll of film. I slipped it into my pocket and carried on, not thinking about it until much later.

I had a friend who knew how to develop film, and I gave her the roll. What we found took our breath away. It was photos from the battle. Pictures of people fighting. Of people crying. Of people grieving. Of people refusing to give up.

We found out later the roll of film had been Colin Creevey’s final work of art. He didn’t make it out of the battle. But his photos would live on forever.


Word count: 247

Kristine||Puff

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You're nearly there, or are you really? To your left is what looks like the beginnings of a brew to start the year, to your right, the snores of a giant three-headed dog, soothed by music. Which way do you go?
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