Finals – 200 word HP drabble by feynstrom
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“The unregistered wand hidden in your robes' lining too, Nott. Into the box, please.”
With a certain finality the heavy lid of the box closed and the lock clicked, separating the children from their most priced possession. On a hundred tiny legs the box scuttled out the door, a smug wooden grin playing around its black iron fittings.
“With anti-cheating wards in place now I will be handing out your exams. On my signal you will open the envelope and may begin.” The envelope held up was a plain manilla muggle-issue one, not of parchment but paper. Even the writing on its front was muggle machine-print, reading “Defence Against The Dark Arts” and below, in the same tiny size “Exam”.
With the last envelope in Neville's hands the teacher returned to his desk.
“You may begin now.” These words were immediately accompanied by frantic ripping of paper, then a staccato of popping sounds when the contents unfolded in pupils' hands.
Then the teacher was alone.
The note that fell from Parkinson's nerveless hands onto the frozen forest floor contained only one word - “Survive”.
Too close for anyone's comfort an inhuman howling announced the beginning of the Hunt.