The following drabbles appeared in my post calling for "laundry drabbles" prompts, which was lost to my back-up snafu.
1. Prompts: "spiders," "freak," and "dark."
Squashed (G; Harry; 100 words)
There were spiders crawling over his cot, and they were biting him. Alone in the dark, heimagined that their big scary spidery eyes were watching him.
Watching me cry.
He hated the spiders—lots—but even though he was a big boy now and could, he wouldn't squash them because at least they stayed with him and never said mean things.
They never call me ugly—or "freak."
He wasn't sure what a freak was, but he thought it must be a bad thing.
And I must be a bad boy, or they wouldn't have hidden me in here with the spiders.
2. Prompts: "Remus' mother," "nice," and chocolate."
Mrs. Lupin Was a Nice Lady (PG-13; Canon Male Character, Mrs. Lupin; 200 words)
Mrs. Lupin is a nice lady. She used to bring us chocolates for the train. She seems faded, now, deflated—her skin is . . . loose. But she must have lost weight after Mr. Lupin . . . . She doesn't smile as much, and that's wrong, too. The garden isn't right—no herbs. Doesn't she cook anymore? I wish she'd smile. She's let the flowers in the window box die. And where's the fruit bowl? There always used to be a fruit bowl on the kitchen table. It had cats chasing their tails in a ring around the top inside edge. I liked that bowl, even if it did have cats on it. She always let me eat as much fruit as I wanted. She never did give us chocolate when we visited. What's she doing? Oh. Oh, that's awful. She shouldn't be eating from tins! Why doesn't Remus visit her? That's not right, leaving an old lady alone. Well, well, I am supposed to be . . . but she's such a nice lady. But he said to . . . . I wish she'd just smile, just once, before . . . oh! "Damn this mud!"
"It's just me, Mrs. Lupin. I'm sorry—I slipped."
"Who—go away! Get out of my gar—"