It's been a heck of a while since I went on hiatus from the HP fandom, I actually felt a little guilty whenever I looked at my bookshelf (which is a torturous amount of times, mind you) to see the series all align and neat, waiting for me to read them again.

So here, I'll be starting a sort of challenge for myself to get back in the swing of things again. As I'm taking part in the 100 Themed Writing Challenge on DeviantArt, I'll be adding tidbits of the HP fandom into the challenge as it progress. Every drabble will have a word count of around 250-500. Nothing more. Nothing less... Well, it could be more, but let's not go there now. Not yet anyway. :sheepish grin:

The drabbles are going to revolve around the Marauders mostly, although glimpses of the Order and baby!Harry might pop up sooner or later depending on the theme that I'm working on. This might be the longest AN in the entire thing, so you don't have to worry about how it's probably longer that the first chapter itself. Just a sort of introduction. Cause, frankly, I have no idea what I'm doing right now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. JKR is a freakin' genius.

Theme: 38. Burning
Word count: 250

Frankly, it had initially started with a thought.

Then again, that might be little too straightforward for the liking of our favourite quartet of trouble makers. In reality, it started with a yell, a crash, a screamed curse of something that sounded remarkably suited for the Four Founders time and two dark haired boys hurtling down the staircase leading up to the Gryffindor boy's dormitory.

The taller of the two, a half step ahead of his spectacled companion, abruptly came to a screeching halt at the foot of the stairs. This, as expected, prompted the other boy into crashing straight into him, sending –as also expected- both boys careening sharply off equilibrium as they both landed in a tangled heap of limbs a few foot off from the initial impact site.

It was a testament to their infamy as the scattered occupants in the room merely spared a glance at them, portrayed a single emotion (varying from a disbelieving eye roll to an amused giggle), and swiftly go on to whatever initial activity that they had been going about with prior to the distraction.

"Prongs," Sirius grunted, making a move to free his pinned arm beneath James weight, "Come on, I just thought... of... something."

There was a derisive snort from the other side of the room as Lily Evans, scarlet hair pulled back into a braid, spoke up, her voice easily carrying across the gold and red dappled common room, "You were thinking? No wonder I smelt something burning."

End of first drabble. It was tough to keep it to the word count though. Reviews would make my day, especially criticisms; I'm still pretty much a beginner at this and I'd like to improve, even if it's a little ^-^

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