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I really do need a more badass Ianto icon. THE BOY IS MADE OF FIERY WIN. That is all. Also, BRYAN FUCKING DICK. This episode may have excited me.
( Torchwood 2x05: Adam )
( Torchwood 2x05: Adam )
Feb. 14th, 2008
Wheee! Second place in the drabble contest at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
quills_elite! That's my best result yet, woop woop! 200 points!
Title: Statue Boy
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Prompt:
You and your mates are practicing your form in dueling club, and you've just been hit with a spell. Describe, in exactly 100 words, the effects of that particular spell (either on you as a student or you taking on the role of a canon character) on your mind, senses, or physical body. Unforgivable curses are off-limits.
“Petrificus Totalus!”
Oh, not again, thinks Neville, as something whacks him squarely in the middle of his back.
His spine locks, instantly; his arms, hanging loosely by his sides, are suddenly rigid; his knees stiffen, immovable. Less than half a second, and he feels the freeze spread through his entire body, capturing even the tips of his fingers as his friends begin to giggle. Helpless, eyes fixed and bulging slightly, he feels the saliva start to pool behind his clenched teeth.
There’s a snigger behind him, a slight pressure, and Neville is slowly, inexorably, irresistibly falling onto his face.
Ouch.
quills_elite! That's my best result yet, woop woop! 200 points!Title: Statue Boy
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Prompt:
You and your mates are practicing your form in dueling club, and you've just been hit with a spell. Describe, in exactly 100 words, the effects of that particular spell (either on you as a student or you taking on the role of a canon character) on your mind, senses, or physical body. Unforgivable curses are off-limits.
“Petrificus Totalus!”
Oh, not again, thinks Neville, as something whacks him squarely in the middle of his back.
His spine locks, instantly; his arms, hanging loosely by his sides, are suddenly rigid; his knees stiffen, immovable. Less than half a second, and he feels the freeze spread through his entire body, capturing even the tips of his fingers as his friends begin to giggle. Helpless, eyes fixed and bulging slightly, he feels the saliva start to pool behind his clenched teeth.
There’s a snigger behind him, a slight pressure, and Neville is slowly, inexorably, irresistibly falling onto his face.
Ouch.