Word Crawl: Prisoner of Azkaban

[Prof. Sky Alton]

Welcome to the Prisoner Of Azkaban Word Crawl!

Don’t know what a crawl is? No problem! It's esentially a writing board game: you write from one instruction to the next to create a story of 300 words or more and it can be about absolutely anything (you don’t have to stick to the Harry Potter theme in any way).
If you’d like to share your story, you’ll earn 20 beans and it will count towards your chance of earning one of our shiny quill and ink awards. You can post it below or if you’re uncomfortable sharing publically but would still like it to count, you can email it to us at hol.bookclub @ gmail.com (without spaces) with the subject line Crawl-Theme-HOL Name. There is no deadline, though if you want to scoop that award, we’ll need it by the end of that particular school year.

So, away we go on the third Word Crawl, Prisoner of Azkaban. Or as it’s now known ‘The one where Sky nearly despaired entirely after her computer changed whomping to wimping a total of 6 times’

Wands (well, pens) at the ready, you approach the whomping willow and bravely prod the knot to freeze it into immobility. (Well…your cat does.)
*Open with a killer line* (Bonus if your story begins in the midst of a dramatic or action packed situation)

You make your way along the passage beyond, trying to drown out the anguished cries of the kidnapped friend you’re pursuing.
*write 80 words while you try not to hit your head*

You find yourself in the estate agents nightmare that is The Shrieking Shack
*Write 20 words as you look around and realise that what you’re looking for is upstairs* (Bonus if you’re describing a place, cobwebs and dusty squalor are optional)

Very softly, you climb the stairs and peek into the bedroom
*write 25 words as quietly as you can*

You’ve found your friend! Downside is, you’ve also found what you think is a dangerous killer
*write 25 words while you process the soap opera your lives have become recently*

Oh wait, here’s your heroic Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher to save you! Wait what? He turns into a wolf once a month? And your dad and his other mates tried to muscle in on the act?
*Write 50 words while people throw accusations and disarming charms around without due care and attention* (Bonus if you can write those words with something other than what you started out with, such as a pen rather than your keyboard or vice versa)

Bang! No sooner does another teacher turn up and add his two Knuts worth than he’s sacked out on the floor.
*Write 40 words while you desperately try to make sense of it all and wonder just how expelled you are*

Finally, things are starting to fall into place. Well, actually, your friend’s beloved pet has just become an odious little man who apparently betrayed your parents and to be honest, this is starting to look like the worst school reunion ever.
*Write 20 words while you decide his fate* (Bonus if there’s a shock twist in your story at this point)

Murder averted, you all troop off back downstairs to sort all of this mess out.
*Write 30 words while you bond with the God Father you never knew you had*

Just when things were going so well, a werewolf, a traitor and the dementors throw an almighty spanner in the works
*Write your final 10 words as you fight off unconsciousness by the shores of the lake*

Now, let’s make things all better by reliving the last few hours!
*Use your time turner to polish your story and then share it with us*

[Bull J. Johnson]

Fluffy's Adventures: Part 2 (The Middle)

Tom didn’t understand why he was being attacked by this small brown dog, but he jumped to protect himself. “Easy now Fluffy no need to attack that dog, said Fluffy’s owner, Solomon as he picked him up his dog and brought him into the exam room. The doctor looked Fluffy over and then informed Solomon, “Your dog seems to be ok. Maybe its just a walking concussion and will go way by itself soon. You have nothing to worry about.” The doctor then gave Fluffy a dog biscuit, “Here Fluffy you have earned this treat.” The dog ate the dog biscuit out of the vet’s hands and then retreated a bit.

When they got home, the man put Fluffy in a doggy crate for protection and went to make himself a sandwich and watch some television. After a few hours, the man went to bed and had a restless night sleep. Every few hours he would get up and check on his dog. The man with the yellow-orange jacket was worried about his precious dog and wondered if Fluffy would be ok.

The next day he went to Fluffy’s crate and gently coaxed him. “Want to go walkies?”, said the man with the yellow-orange jacket. The dog looked at the man and barked letting the man know that he indeed needed a walk. “Good dog Fluffy” the man praised the dog after he did his business. They then went into town to get some dinner of stuffed peppers. As Solomon ate, his friend Dustin came in and sat down next to Solomon. “So how you been doing old chap?” Dustin smiled while trying to flag down a waitress. When the waitress finally came over, Dustin ordered himself a beer and a steak. “I’m doing fine. Although Fluffy could be doing better.” said Solomon.