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asimplechord) wrote2008-09-24 12:28 am
asimplechord) wrote2008-09-24 12:28 am
Weasley drabbles!
Untitled drabbles
Fred/George Weasley implied, although 2 of them can be read as gen
All fit into my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100quills universe, which means the bad thing in Deathly Hallows NEVER HAPPENED.
Based on prompts from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilyeyes, twindowlicker, and f13tch3r. I asked for three words, plus a number to correspond to the prompt grid. If the number they chose had already been used, I used the nearest unused 100quills prompt word.
Forlilyeyes, fog, autumn, soup, prompt #9 (mist).
Fred watched as the the last of the turned autumn leaves blew up the street.
Better leaves than the Dementors' fog, he thought, as he pressed his hand to the window, shivering at the cool damp against his palm. The puff of his breath left a ghostly handprint, blurring his view.
It didn't matter. The street below was empty; folks generally stuck close to home whenever possible lately, and business was slow for most of Diagon Alley's shops.
In their work room, cauldrons bubbled industriously, though. Work for the Order had taken most of their time, and Fred and George had made the decision to stay with their brews for the duration. In fact, the extra cauldron was set up for their supper; Fred supposed he should get back to it. Soup was a low maintenance meal, but if he let it burn he'd never hear the end of it.
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Fortwindowlicker, heartache, flirty, fool, prompt #37 -> #36 (turn), takes place after The Trick Is To Keep Breathing.
No matter how often George tells himself that they made the right choice, seeing Fred being flirty and cheerful with Angelina is a constant source of heartache.
It's infinitely worse when he stumbles upon them in the dusty back row in the library, Fred's weight pinning Angelina against the shelf. She isn't objecting; if the clutch of her hands and soft hum of her voice is any indicator, she won't stop Fred anytime soon.
George retreats, suppressing a rush of jealousy. Even he can't convince himself that the ache in his belly is heartburn.
Your own fault, you bloody fool.
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Forf13tch3r, tintinnabulation, uncanny, spork, prompt #3 (unexpected). Sometime after the war.
George waited for tintinnabulation of the cathedral's carillon - it was unnaturally loud, for all they were on the other side of the square - to wane before he spoke.
"Muggles actually use these?" He waved a spork - the only utensil the carry-out place had offered - in Fred's direction.
"According to Harry." Fred stabbed at a bit of tomato and watched it slither away from the curved tines. "You should see him with them - it's uncanny. He had years of practice with them, I guess."
"We'll have to all come together next time so he can demostrate."
Fred/George Weasley implied, although 2 of them can be read as gen
All fit into my
100quills universe, which means the bad thing in Deathly Hallows NEVER HAPPENED.Based on prompts from
lilyeyes, twindowlicker, and f13tch3r. I asked for three words, plus a number to correspond to the prompt grid. If the number they chose had already been used, I used the nearest unused 100quills prompt word.For
lilyeyes, fog, autumn, soup, prompt #9 (mist). Fred watched as the the last of the turned autumn leaves blew up the street.
Better leaves than the Dementors' fog, he thought, as he pressed his hand to the window, shivering at the cool damp against his palm. The puff of his breath left a ghostly handprint, blurring his view.
It didn't matter. The street below was empty; folks generally stuck close to home whenever possible lately, and business was slow for most of Diagon Alley's shops.
In their work room, cauldrons bubbled industriously, though. Work for the Order had taken most of their time, and Fred and George had made the decision to stay with their brews for the duration. In fact, the extra cauldron was set up for their supper; Fred supposed he should get back to it. Soup was a low maintenance meal, but if he let it burn he'd never hear the end of it.
***
For
twindowlicker, heartache, flirty, fool, prompt #37 -> #36 (turn), takes place after The Trick Is To Keep Breathing.No matter how often George tells himself that they made the right choice, seeing Fred being flirty and cheerful with Angelina is a constant source of heartache.
It's infinitely worse when he stumbles upon them in the dusty back row in the library, Fred's weight pinning Angelina against the shelf. She isn't objecting; if the clutch of her hands and soft hum of her voice is any indicator, she won't stop Fred anytime soon.
George retreats, suppressing a rush of jealousy. Even he can't convince himself that the ache in his belly is heartburn.
Your own fault, you bloody fool.
***
For
f13tch3r, tintinnabulation, uncanny, spork, prompt #3 (unexpected). Sometime after the war.George waited for tintinnabulation of the cathedral's carillon - it was unnaturally loud, for all they were on the other side of the square - to wane before he spoke.
"Muggles actually use these?" He waved a spork - the only utensil the carry-out place had offered - in Fred's direction.
"According to Harry." Fred stabbed at a bit of tomato and watched it slither away from the curved tines. "You should see him with them - it's uncanny. He had years of practice with them, I guess."
"We'll have to all come together next time so he can demostrate."
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Dunno if that's ever happened before! Thanks!
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hey... that was the wrong icon! now, it's better.
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