Welcome to the January Word Crawl!
Don’t know what a crawl is? No problem! I’ve given you a run-down of everything you need here
In short though, it’s like 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-Month-HOL ID. There is no deadline, though if you want to scoop that award, we’ll need it by the end of the school year.
Ready? Then off we go!
You sneak into the girl’s bathroom and say hi to Myrtle (bonus if you can get her through the nose with your writing implement…only kidding!). She just won’t let you go until you’ve told her what you’re up to.
*Write down a title for your story*
Now, time to open the way down to the chamber…garbled hissing at the ready!
*Write 25 words while you make a questionable stab at Parseltongue and open the sink*
You slither down the noxious pipe into the bowels of the school
*Write 50 words as quickly as you can while you slide*
Ahg! In a completely shock twist, your charismatically obnoxious and ever smiling narcissist of a teacher turns out to be a crook
*Write another 50 words while you deal with him* (Bonus if your character is having memory trouble of their own)
You continue along the passage but are brought up short first by the basilisk’s shedding problem and then by a very inconsiderate rock fall
*write 75 words while you deal with these minor issues*
After another demonstration of your snaky vocal talents, you find yourself in the chamber
*Take a breather, then write 10 words while you look around and rush to the aid of your friend’s comatose sister*
What’s this? A remnant of your mortal enemy’s soul and good-looking teenage jerkishness would like to gloat at you for a while?
*write 40 words while you verbally spar with Tom Riddle* (Bonus if there’s a lot of dialogue going on in your story)
The basilisk has appeared which can mean only one thing: the final showdown
*write another 50 words while you battle the horrible snake*
Oh no! Despite your best endeavours, you find yourself rapidly losing your grip on life. Just as you are accepting your demise, your friendly neighbourhood phoenix steps in to save the day
*With Fawkes’ help, finish off your story and the diary with a truly killer line*
Celebrate your victory with an inspired act of magnanimity
*Share your story with us!* (I mean, you can throw socks at me instead if you’d like but I’m not sure I’d manage Dobby’s level of gratitude)