- We studied how setting works by reading a series of examples.
- We completed a read/write sheet on how writers create and use setting.
- We wrote a 500-1000 words draft that uses our map (number 6 on the setting assignment sheet below).
Creative Writing Name
Writing Setting/Models/Fantasy
Harry Sees Diagon Alley for the
First Time
Vampires? Hags? Harry's head was
swimming. Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the dustbin.
"Three up... two
across..." he muttered. "Right, stand back, Harry."
He tapped the wall three times with
the point of his umbrella.
The brick he had touched quivered -
it wriggled - in the middle, a small hole appeared - it grew wider and wider -
a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an
archway on to a cobbled street which twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome," said Hagrid,
" to Diagon Alley."
He grinned at Harry's amazement.
They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and
saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of
cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons - All sizes - Copper, Brass,
Pewter, Silver - self stiring - Collapsible said a sign hanging over them.
"Yeah, you'll be needin'
one," said Hagrid, " but we gotta get yer money first."
Harry wished he had about eight more
eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street,
trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the
people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an apothecary's was shaking
her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, sixteen sickles an ounce,
they're mad ..."
A low, soft hooting came from a dark
shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emorium - Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown
and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed
against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heard one of
them say, " the new Nimbus Two Thousand - fastest ever," There were
shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments
Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and
eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quilss and rolls of parchment,
potion bottles, globes of the moon ...
"Gringotts," said Hagrid.
They had reached a snowy-white
building which towered over the other little shops. Stanidn beside its
burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was -
The
great hall
Hogwarts great hall | Source
Feeling oddly as though his legs had
turned to lead, Harry got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Ron
behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall and
through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Harry had never even imagined such a
stange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles
which were floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the
students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and
goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were
sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first-years up here so that they came to
a half in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The
hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering
candlelight. Dotted here and there amound the students, the ghosts shone misty
silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upwards and saw a
velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whistper, "It's
bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read it in Howarts: A History."
It was hard to believe there was a
ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the
heavens.
Harry quickly looked down again as
Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the
first-years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was
patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in
the house.
Platform
9 3/4
"How do you get on to the platform?"
she said kindly, and Harry nodded.
"Not to worry," she said.
"All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nice
and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very
important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before
Ron."
"Er - OK," said Harry.
He pushed his trolley round and
stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.
He started to walk towards it.
People jostled him on their way to the platforms nine and ten. Harry walked
more quickly. He was going to smash right into that ticket box and then he'd be
in trouble - leaning forward on his trolley he broke into a heavy run - the
barrier was coming nearer and nearer - he wouldn't be able to stop - the
trolley was out of control - he was a foot away - he closed his eyes ready for
the crash -
It didn't come ... he kept on
running ... he opened his eyes.
A scarlet steam engine was waiting
next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts
Express, 11 o''clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron
archway where the ticket box had been, with the words Platform Nine and
Three-Quarters on it. He had done it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over
the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every colour wound here and
there between their legs. Owls hooted to each other in a disgruntled sort of
way over the babble and scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already
packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families,
some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his trolley off down the platform in
search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying,
"Gran, I've lost my toad again."
The Hobbit: Our
introduction to their world
A
hobbit hole.
In a hole in the ground there lived
a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an
oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
It had a perfectly round door like a
porthole, painted green with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The
door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel
without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided
with polished chairs and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit
was fond of visitors.
The tunnel wound on and on, going
fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The hill, as all the
peopl for many miles around called it - and many little round doors opened out
of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the nobbit:
bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole
rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor,
and indeed on the same passage.
The best rooms were all on the
left-hand side (going in) for these were the only ones to have windows deep-set
round windows looking over his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the
river.
This hobbit was a very well-to-do
hobbit, and his name was Baggins. The Baggines had lived in the neighbourhood
of the Hill for time out of mind.
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