Shaestel's Writing Creations

So, this thread REALLY should have been made a long time ago considering how much HAU related stuff I have all over this laptop of mine.

So, let us kick this off, with me reposting some drabbles I wrote a year ago and still love. Obviously, these is not in-verse/canon in anyway, this is just me being a dork and a fan girl. These are just writing challenges I did to pass the time whilst a video was rendering, and I may or may not have gotten slightly carried away with them…
[There are 30 of these... yeah, yeah, I know... I'm lame. I only uploaded 6, because they are terrible...]

1. Time
Time was cherished, between them – time between her moving on, and him aging. Every hour, every second they shared together was a blessed gift, a treasure they relished secretly. Time was cruel, it wanted to rob their love poor, rid it of any sacred value, yet they battled on, creating wealth and gold with their kisses, their embraces, their secret touches. (Prize for anyone who guesses the poem this was inspired by.)

2. Cherry Blossoms
Vanessa was not one for flowers – she did not see the point in them, really. They were of no help to anyone. You could not eat a flower, could not wear a flower to shelter you from the cold (although John did blush at the thought of her wearing flowers, to which she had responded by pinching his thigh). However, John argued that flowers were used in potions all the time; that the rose was sometimes used to create a mild healing drought; that the daisy was boiled in dragon blood to produce a tonic for indigestion… and that cherry blossoms were often used to make a love potion which could turn even the coldest hearts warm and giddy. Vanessa punched him and told him to shut up and not contradict her, all whilst blushing stupidly.

3. Story
Vanessa liked to hear stories. She liked to hear of something other than the mundane lifestyle she lived of haunting students and being shooed by teachers, something new and exciting. John liked to tell stories. Sometimes, he told her fantastic tales of people he’d met in his life, and their adventures, and sometimes he told her about him. Personally, he found himself to be rather boring, particularly for someone as spirited as Vanessa, but he knew that, for some reason, she found the stories of him, of John Smith, the most fascinating and wonderful of all.

4. Rain
When it rained, John often found the ghost girl racing through the grounds at high speed, zooming through anything that came in her way – startling the Whomping Willow into life as she darted through it. The rain did not drench her, did not wash her away as if she was a painting, and he enjoyed watching her, listening to her laughter. On one occasion, Vanessa succeeded in making him run alongside her, resulting in him becoming completely soaked. Rain was supposed to be romantic, he thought with a childish grin on his face, as he slicked wet hair from his face, and Vanessa laughed; her voice like a set of chimes against the wind and rain. And he supposed that they – whoever they were – were right. Rain was romantic. In a cold, wet, different kind of way…

5. Sword
John knew that Vanessa could be volatile, dangerous even. He knew that she could lash out unpredictably, when she felt threatened or uncomfortable. He knew, because he’d been at the receiving end of it occasionally, that when she was frightened, or upset, she’d break things and sometimes even break limbs – although she had never broken any of his. Yet. However, he had not anticipated for her to steal a suit of armours sword, nor had he expected for her to threaten him with it, after she saw him talking to a female student one quiet break time in his classroom. She would not listen when he explained that the girl was only concerned over her grades and had come to ask him if there was any way she could improve them by next term and that he was not in any way doing anything funny with her. John considered himself lucky that he got out the situation unharmed. But he was not surprised when, the next day, the topic of discussion in the staff room was how on earth the girl had wound up trapped under a fallen bookshelf in the restricted section of the library, breaking her nose in the process.

6. Iris
John was an academic man, he liked to analyse things, liked understanding things. And Vanessa was quickly becoming his favourite subject. He was ashamed of himself for it, but he had journals dedicated to her, dedicated to his fascination with her. They documented all the times she lashed out, and all the times she didn’t and acted responsibly. They recorded the way her lips quirked when she tried not to smile, and how her eyebrows rose when she was unimpressed with a joke he’d make. He understood her, not completely, but better than anyone else. He knew that she was hiding from the world, that she had pushed the Vanessa that had once lived and breathed into a tiny corner at the back of her mind. He knew that she fought against anything and everything because she believed that everything was against her, that nobody could understand her and that everyone was repulsed by her and what she was. Because she was repulsed by what she was. And he knew that that was why she would hurt so very badly when, inevitably, he would have to leave her – because he was the only one who understood her, who truly and completely cared for her. (Based on the song and not the flower or part of the eye...)

7. Books
It was amongst books where their own story began, so John supposed that that was why he was so fond of them. He’d always loved literature, but since the events in the Room of Requirement, he’d grown to appreciate books even more. However, he admitted that occasionally they were bothersome, and he couldn’t help but turn a blind eye as Vanessa kicked them from his desk as she knelt upon it, leaning over him, as her cool fingers slid down his chest and her teeth attacked his lower lip and his hands curled around her waist and she kissed him there and he touched her there. Yes, yes, books were wonderful things, so long as they weren’t stopping Vanessa from doing this to him.

8. Moon
Sometimes John had nightmares, of the woman - the mother - he killed, screaming at him, for him. She was in so much pain, she was so afraid of death, and death always came for her in the end, but before it could grace her with relief, with eternal rest from her agony, he’d wake up, and the last thing he’d see was her screaming. Always. Every time. And whenever he had those nightmares, he’d go for a walk to clear his head, and he almost always found himself in the grounds, under the moon, feeling pitiful. And whenever he did that, Vanessa would follow, carrying a blanket as best she could and wrapping it around him to keep him warm. And the two would sit under the glow of the moon, like star struck lovers, and she’d comfort him for a change.

9. Shooting Star
Vanessa had never seen a shooting star before, but she recognised it immediately when she saw one for the first time. She was alone, as she was so often in this huge old castle, and she called the shooting star her own, called the wish her own. She closed her eyes, because her vision would only distract her and she had to concentrate very, very hard for this wish to come true. And she wished for something she knew to be impossible. She wished that Professor John Smith would never, ever leave her.

10. Food
John suspected that eating around Vanessa was not a good idea. She couldn’t eat, and he supposed that food was something she’d miss – he knew he would miss it if he was unable to eat ever again. So, it was pretty stupid of him to eat a pumpkin pasty in front of her. Honestly, he shouldn’t have been surprised when she jerked his hand and forced the half-eaten pasty into his face.

11. Wind Chimes
There was an old set of wind chimes that hung from a window of the classroom John taught in, and whenever he opened the window, they would sing to him faintly. He had no idea when they had been put there, but he’d tried removing them and they would not budge. But he was happy to leave them there, because in the time between classes, the time in which students moved around the school to get to their next lessons, Vanessa would visit him, and he loved seeing the small joy on the ghosts face as she blew the chimes to sing for her.

12. Glass
John had begun to notice the small glances Vanessa would shoot at Professor Grey. He’d noticed how she would search the younger man’s face, and how she would look hurt when he did not respond to her, and it irked John that he did not know why she expected a response from the man – because as far as John was aware, the two had never really interacted with each other. He wasn’t sure if he was angry because he did not know this detail in Vanessa’s life, or because she would even waste her time on such a useless, stupid, arrogant- but he knew Riley that was a lovely man, brilliant even. John had to bite his tongue sometimes to stop himself from screaming how much of a git Riley was, because really… he knew that Riley was not such a thing and that he did not deserve such abuse shouted at him. Still, John could not help it when he dropped a glass as Vanessa approached the other teacher one day. The sharp sound made the ghost and the man jump, and Vanessa floated away before she could even speak to Riley. And as he scooped up the glass and walked past the younger man, John thought smugly: she’s mine.

13. Far Away
Vanessa often vanished for long periods of time. Where she went was anyone’s guess. She would float away and disappear for a while, and John would be left to wonder where she’d gone and since when had he become so dependent on her? And suddenly, things would become rather boring for John Smith, when Vanessa Corvus was not there with him. People became aggravating, books became boring, food became tasteless, and colour became dull. John needed Vanessa to light up his world. And then when she came back she’d laugh at him and call him pathetic and tell him to man up, and suddenly all the colour came back into his life.

14. Butterfly
Vanessa caught a butterfly in the palm of her hand once, and thought of how lucky the creature was to go wherever it wanted, without a care in the world, and how the colour of its wings were the exact same shade as Johns eyes - and she felt a sour taste in her mouth. So Vanessa pursed her lips, and smothered the creature with her other hand, crushing it easily in between her palms. Killing it. (This one is my favourite.)

15. Wings
John was envious of how Vanessa could fly, how she could zoom about like a bird, going wherever she pleased. He told her this one day as she tried to teach him how to play chess, and she laughed at him and then said to him, with a sweet smile on her face, that there was such a simple way to achieve flight like hers. Upon his asking how, she replied: “Jump off the highest tower of the castle. Who knows? You might grow wings.” John’s blood ran cold then, for although she’d hidden it as a joke, the fact that she’d asked him to kill himself frightened him. It was moments like these that made him question her sanity, and his safety. (Originally, it was going to be John teaching Vanessa how to play chess, but Vanessa is from one of those fancy pureblood households so she knows how to play and besides, it was cuter this way. IDK if John can/cannot play chess, though…)

16. Past
To say that Vanessa was having a bad day was an understatement. She wasn’t in the happiest of moods as she stormed down the corridor to dinner, and her mood was not improved by her friends teasing her for having that same Hufflepuff kid staring at her again. She would hex him, but she could never catch him unaware, because he was always staring at her. It was annoying, really. She had no idea who the scrawny little **** was… but she found his gawking to be incredibly annoying. She had to thrust her hands into her pockets to stop herself from punching her friend as the other giggled and said: “Oh, but he’s kind of cute though…”

17. Snow
When it snowed during the winter term, the students spent their free time making snowmen and throwing snow balls at each other, and Vanessa had found herself accompanying Peter to the edge of the Black Lake, where he began constructing ‘the biggest, the best ever’ snowman. She wasn’t sure why he didn’t just build it with his friends. For some reason, she’d been talked into doing it - more like guilt tripped by John and out of a moral obligation to have some form of bonding time with the son of the man she was kind of, sort of seeing (she wasn’t quite sure where their relationship stood considering he was a teacher and she was a student, technically). So, here she was, sitting cross-legged in thin air as the skinny boy chatted about classes and assembled a body for his man of snow. Vanessa privately planned to just shove the boy headfirst into the snowman once it was made, although she supposed John would be rather annoyed at her if she did that. But she watched him babble endlessly anyway, before the thought struck her that if she was seeing Peters dad, what did that make her to Peter…?

ERM, YES.
So, all my writings related to HAU will go here from now on. Maybe one day I'll upload the rest of these if I ever find the file again...