Picking up the thread, A Dare Options

[McGonagall's Cat]

<title- Lavender First Picks Up The Thread>


As Lavender Brown walked down the steps to the Common Room from the Girls Dorm She noticed

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Crookshanks

playing with a piece of thread. He seemed to have found the begining end of the thread on the steps and was rolling around, tangling it into a snarled up knot. With one swat it hurled into the Common Room, where he playfully attacked it again.

Lavender was going to breakfast and not particularly interested in the thread, until it wrapped around her ankle as she tried to walk over to her best friend Parvati Patil who was sitting near the fire waiting for her.

"What is that?" Parvati asked as Lavender untangled her foot.

"I don't know what's going on with it. I just noticed Hermione's cat playing with it on the steps over there." She answered pointing toward the stairs.

Parvati picked it up, noticing that it ran out of the room through the Portrait Hole. Since Crookshanks had lost interest and was now sitting on the rug near the fire licking his paw, she began to wrap the loose thread around and around the knot, forming a tiny ball.
She and Lavender followed the thread along, through the opening, down the hallway, wrapping the thread around the small ball as they went. They chattered on about having been invited to Trelawney's room for a private reading later that day.

"I can hardly wait!" giggled Lavender. "I just know she's going to tell me that cute Ravenclaw boy is destined to be in my future!"

"Well, I'm hoping to learn how many puppies my Mum's dog will have when she has her pups next week!" Parvati said enthusiastically.

As they turned the corner, still giggling and planning for their "private tea", the thread lead them to the top of one of the moving stairways. As they stepped onto it, it began to move. Parvati shreiked, almost losing her balance with the lurch, and the small ball of thread went flying through the air to






OK, here is the challenge: You have to pick up the thread, whoever you are, follow it a while through some interesting rooms/places/situations, and hand it off to (another character)...

who then picks up the thread and continues to wind it around and around into a ball as they continue through some interesting rooms/places/situations, and hands it off to (another character)...

who then picks up the thread and continues to wind it around and around into a ball as they continue through some interesting rooms/places/situations, and hands it off to (another character)...


The same character can pick it up again later... They can do many amazing things while it is in their possession... we can each write as many scenes as we care to write...


Go ahead! I DARE YA!!!

Through January 18th, 2004. 
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[zymurgy]

And We Enter: The Lake

...feet of Hermione. She sighed and picked up the thread, and began winding it up as she walked down towards the lake. "I really wish Ron would either understand that he likes me, or let me be," she muttered to herself, "Or maybe Harry would get some sense and just TELL Ron what's wrong..."

She stopped and stood by the lake thinking, when all of a sudden a huge owl swooped down with an enourmace package addressed to "Hormone-ninny Granger" from "Your own Victor."

She shrieked, either in fear of beaing brained by the huge box, or in delighte. She dropped the thread, and siezed the box, running up to the common room so that she could open it in private.

On the bank, the thread lay, forgotten. Slowly, it began to unwind, and roll where gravity pulled it. With a splash it landed in the lake.

The Giant Squid did a mental double take. "WOW! String!" Finally, she could learn to knit. Think of it, four sweaters at a time, or four pairs of socks, and she could finally give Dumbledore a Christmas present!

She pulled the string towards her, and in a matter of minutes, got herself hopelessly tangled up in it, unable to move. The other end of the string floated to the top of the lake and bobbed there, marking the spot.