Trust miscellanny to come up with a villainous challenge for hpsquick100: write a drabble that squicks us personally. Those of you who know me know that the two things that make me go "ick" are skirtfic (boys in dresses for no apparent reason) and Snape/Hermione. Voila: Bad Little Girl.

Yeah, I'm a sucker for a challenge, so when mctabby turned that "concrit meme" into an "I want the fandom to..." challenge I could not resist. Voila: Poltersmut with cats.

Finally, I wrote a ficlet (gen, G-rated, no squicks in sight) for the 15minuteficlets word #26 challenge, which you'll find

Untitled, 384 words. I went 3 minutes over.

The scream from the bedroom across the hall woke her, as it would wake any mother, and she immediately jumped out of bed and rushed to her daughter's bedside. Lavender was clutching her teddy bear and crying.

"Oh, mummy," she sobbed, "I was in a big pretty castle and this mean old man made me drink something yucky and all my hair fell out!"

"Obviously you added the powdered lacewing too soon," Snape sneered, as she clutched her bare scalp and tried to ignore the laughter of the Slytherins.

Alice suppressed a giggle; instead, she smoothed the covers and rocked Lavender in her arms until she calmed down enough to go back to sleep, then quietly stole back to her own bed. Dennis, of course, was still asleep. The men never heard their children crying, did they.

As she grew older, Lavender buried her head in the pillow so as not to wake her mother. But sometimes, getting up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, Alice noticed a light coming from under the door and would knock quietly.

"Another bad one, Lavender?"

Her daughter nodded, face drawn and grave. "I was sitting in a field and a witch flew down on a broom and tried to knock me over."

"Leave us alone, Bulstrode," shrieked Parvati, as Lavender gathered up the scattered tarot cards. "What does that cow think she's doing, swooping down on us like that?"

Alice kissed her cheek and stood. "Witches aren't real, sweetheart, so you've got nothing to worry about." But when she told Dennis about Lavender's dream, later, he frowned and looked thoughtful.

Lavender's nightmares seemed to become less scary as time went on. And they were interspersed with better dreams, magical dreams, dreams of flying and dancing and turning bottle-caps into shiny ribbons.

"Good dreams?" asked Alice, as Lavender skipped into the kitchen for breakfast.

"Oh, yes, mummy. I dreamed an owl flew right into our house, and he was carrying a present, just for me!"

Alice laughed at her daughter's fancies. "Did you ever hear such a thing, Dennis?"

Before he could answer, there was a tap-tap-tap at the window, and he smiled. "I had that dream too, Alice," he said, as he got up from the table to let the owl in.