Yes, only at Drabble #9, and I’d wanted to do twenty. Life does somehow manage to get in the way, however, even of drabbling sometimes! I’m still aiming at twenty for the month, though!
Here’s another visit with Sybill, this one in two hundred words. It takes place during The Order of the Phoenix.
Sybill shivered, wishing for a drink. If wishes were broomsticks, beggars would ride, her grandmother used to say. In her case, beggars would drink. But she’d finished her last glass an hour ago, and Minerva Continue reading