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Drabbliscious: Part One
Whee! Six out of seven drabbles here (the seventh is long enough for its own post). Five Harry Potter, one Good Omen.
So I've realized I really suck at trying to write drabbles. I cannot do short. I could never do an actual 100 word drabble. But it was fun! Thanks everyone for your prompts, and enjoy!
(Also, I'll still accept prompts, probably on a continual basis.)
Forharleen:
Title: Count Yourself Lucky
Prompt: Fred, George, AU to DH, quality time at the shop
Rating: PG for swearing
Word Count: 315
So I've realized I really suck at trying to write drabbles. I cannot do short. I could never do an actual 100 word drabble. But it was fun! Thanks everyone for your prompts, and enjoy!
(Also, I'll still accept prompts, probably on a continual basis.)
For
harleen:Title: Count Yourself Lucky
Prompt: Fred, George, AU to DH, quality time at the shop
Rating: PG for swearing
Word Count: 315
Twenty, forty, sixty-five knuts.
Fred moved more deliberately now, with the aches and pains of a man far older than he. An inch to the left, the Healers said, and he’d have been worm food. He tried not to think about it that often.
Five, ten, fifteen, seventeen sickles.
Each coin was placed gently with a gnarled hand into neat stacks. He could see George dancing around the displays with a broom, humming atrociously to himself. Git couldn’t even hum along to the song currently playing on the Wireless.
Twenty-five galleons per stack, take away two for the samples.
“Oi, keep it down! I can’t count with your tone-deaf droning.”
“Sorry, Fred. I guess I don’t have an ear for music.”
“Wanker.”
Six pounds, eleven shillings. How many sickles is that again?
Fred set aside the Muggle money for the Gringott’s deposit. Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was always happy to cater to witches and wizards of every background, and there were more Muggle-borns running around Diagon Alley during Festivals. Today was Neville Longbottom’s turn to be honored.
Only two returns, one refunded and the other exchanged.
George finished cleaning and made his way to the counter. Fred ignored him as he scribbled the final calculations down. With small smile, he swept several stacks of coins into a deposit bag and placed the rest back in the till.
“A red-letter day, George.” Fred grabbed two cups from under the counter, carefully pouring out a generous amount of firewhiskey from a nearby bottle.
George gave the deposit bag a jangle and whistled. “Most definitely. And to think those mangy Death Eaters tried to close us down once.”
“No one can beat a Weasley.”
“And no one can stop mischief making.”
Fred raised his glass and smiled. “Give ‘em hell?”
“Give ‘em hell!”
The registers were balanced, the slates were clean. Everything was ready for a brand new day.
For stupid_drawings:
Title: Mischief Managed
stupid_drawings:Title: Mischief Managed
Prompt: Fred, George, mischief making
Rating: G
Word Count: 109
Rating: G
Word Count: 109
“Is it clockwise, or counterclockwise?”
“How should I know?”
“Look in the book, twit.”
“Counter. Did you add the right amount of puffer-fish eyes?”
“Seven, I think. Perhaps six.”
“Make up your mind. Did you put in seven or six?”
“I don’t know. What’s it matter?”
“It’s the difference between the greatest prank in history and an exploding cauldron!”
“… Six. Definitely.”
“Good. Is it supposed to smell like that?”
“Well, no. But I need to stir it five more times, yet.”
“Whoa. Is that—?”
“Yep. Just like the book said.”
They exchanged wicked grins that would have scared even the bravest Gryffindor.
“Perfect,” they said in unison.
After what seemed like days of labor, the baby’s cries finally filled the room. “Thank Merlin that’s over with,” Ginny muttered. Neville wiped a towel along her brow.
The midwife tsked at her attitude and gave the baby to her assistant to check over and clean. Neville could see, however, the defiance and love and exhaustion in his wife’s eyes, and knew that she would have lasted several more hours if it came down to it. They exchanged small smiles and Neville grasped her hand. Once the afterbirth was taken care of and Ginny was checked over for any complications, the midwife gently placed the sleeping bundle in Ginny’s arms.
“It’s a girl,” the midwife whispered with a smile.
Neville wanted to burst with joy; he wanted to run outside and announce to the whole world what a glorious, wonderful, strong woman his wife was, and how beautiful and perfect his little girl was. Ginny spent several minutes simply staring down at the tiny face. Eventually she turned to him with a questioning look. They had agreed that Neville could name their child. Their daughter.
“Eleanor Alice Longbottom. Ellie.” He reached out a hand to brush back Ginny’s hair and then stroked a finger down Ellie’s soft cheek.
“I like that.” Ginny shifted slightly to hold the baby towards him. As Neville picked her up and held her to his chest, Ginny whispered, “Meet your father, Ellie.”
For closet_zebra (on livejournal):
Title: Food for Thought
Prompt: Sirius/Remus Duck food
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Sirius/Remus Duck food
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
“Sirius, what are you doing?” Remus set his book down and focused solely on the other boy. If Padfoot was going to do something that might cause harm to himself or others, Remus wanted to be completely prepared.
“I’m feeding the ducks,” Sirius replied happily. He was wandering about a few feet from where Remus was lounging against the beech tree, occasionally tossing what appeared to be bread crumbs.
Remus sighed and reluctantly stood up. As he made his way towards the other boy, he noticed the alarming amount of crumbs littering the ground. “Padfoot, you know that we don’t have ducks at Hogwarts. Something about the magic in the atmosphere—and they probably wouldn’t appreciate a giant squid in their swimming area.”
“Well,” said Sirius, as if he were talking to a small child, “that’s why I’m tossing out duck food. The food will attract the ducks, and then Hogwarts will no longer be duck-free.”
“That’s completely silly.” Regardless of what his mind was telling him, Remus found himself glancing skywards as if in search for an incoming flock. After all, Sirius was the master of doing the impossible.
“One day there will be ducks here. I’m sure of it.”
Remus sighed again and began to walk towards the castle. It did not take long for Sirius to notice.
“Oi! Where’re you off to, Moony?” He dropped the rest of his bread and caught up to Remus.
“Well, first I’m going to sneak into the kitchens and get chocolate syrup from the house elves. Then, I’m going to head to the dorm, take off all my clothes, and smear it all over my chest.” Remus looked over at Sirius’s wide eyes and smiled. “Perhaps it’ll attract a Padfoot.”
When Sirius grabbed his hand and began to run, Remus laughed.
For thewrittendream (on livejournal):
Title: Connect the Dots
Prompt: James/Lily, school days, wands
Rating: G
Word Count: 262
Prompt: James/Lily, school days, wands
Rating: G
Word Count: 262
It was a rare, calm evening. The chill of winter had yet to blanket the castle, but most students were in their common rooms enjoying the warmth of the fires. James had only been slightly surprised when Lily agreed to go stargazing with him; their first month as Head Boy and Girl had been exhausting and she looked like she needed a break from everything.
They lay on their backs on top of the Astronomy tower, wrapped in companionable silence and simply looking at the heavens. James took out his wand and flicked it through the air. A trail of yellow light hovered in front of them as he played connect the dots with the stars. Soon, a mighty lion was poised to leap. Lily took out her wand and dispelled the lion, starting on her own constellation. A flower bloomed above them. James drew another—a snitch this time.
They went back and forth for several minutes, only their soft laughter echoing through the night. Finally, Lily drew her wand across the sky and letters began to appear. Kiss me, they said.
Lily giggled slightly at James’s shocked face. He leaned over and, instead of the enthusiastic kiss she had expected, connected their lips gently in awed worship. It was soft, and beautiful, and absolutely breathtaking—when he pulled away, her eyes were closed and a small smile graced her lips.
As James cupped a hand to her cheek and memorized the look of happiness on her face, he wished with all his heart that the night would go on forever.
For calico_jynx:
calico_jynx:Title: It's Cephalopodic
Prompt: Aziraphale/Crowley, Octopus
Rating: G
Word Count: 157
Prompt: Aziraphale/Crowley, Octopus
Rating: G
Word Count: 157
“I still cannot believe you ate that cala—calamity—calami—”
“Calamari.”
“Yes. That. It was squid, you know. Fried squid.”
“I know that, m’dear. You said so several times.”
“Squid! All rubbery and squishy.”
“How would you know? You’ve never had any.”
“Well, they look like octopi, and octopi look rubbery and squishy.”
“Octopi? What on earth…?”
“Octopi. You know. Plural of whatsit… octopus.”
“No, no, no, no…”
“What?”
“Huh? Oh, yes. No! The plural of octopus is octopuses.”
“Never!”
“I cannot lie, m’dear. Angel, you know.”
“It should be like platypus, right? Platypi.”
“Or it could be, you know, just octopus. Like sheep. Or squid.”
“Can we stop talking about squid and octopi? It’s making my stomach all… fluttery.”
“My dear, that’s not the squid talk causing it. My foot is running up and down your leg.”
“Oh. Well that makes sense then. With the fluttery.”
“Mmhmm. I say you kiss me now.”
“Certainly, angel.”