Goblets: Yule, Part I
Note: This also serves as an assortment of companion drabbles to a one-shot I wrote about two years ago, Three Shifters Shifting, which is how Remus, Tonks and Sirius spent their Christmas.
ETA: I decided to separate them into two parts, since together they're longer.
Ask Me Later
Megan wanted to ask Cedric to the Yule Ball in a creative way. She figured if she was too busy remembering what she'd planned on doing, she would act like a normal person. He would go with a normal person, right?
So Megan enchanted the two small figures to dance atop the fairy cake. She nervously made her way down to the Common Room, and over to where Cedric was studying. He would want to be asked while he was alone, after all.
But just as Megan approached Cedric, three of his friends appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Hey, Ced," Bronson Phillips began, "You'll never believe what -"
Cedric and his friends noticed Megan, who thought her feet might have frozen to the floor.
"Megan!" Cedric smiled.
"I want to be the yule to your balls," Megan blurted nervously.
Cedric looked alarmed, and Megan realized, in horror, what she had said.
"Oh - no," Megan said quickly, shaking her head. "That came out wrong. What I'm trying to ask is, willy - will you-"
Cedric's friends were laughing now.
"Put a sock in it," Cedric hissed at them. "Let's talk-"
But Megan wasn't listening; she had dropped the fairy cake on the floor, and was running out of the Hufflepuff Common room as fast as she possibly could.
Trying
(Note: While I was reading the scene in GoF where Madame Maxime and Hagrid drop the giant bombshell, I realized Fleur and Roger were also present, if a little busy snogging in the bushes. However, I wondered how much they might have heard themselves...)
Fleur ushered Roger away from where Madame Maxime and Hagrid had been talking. They hurried towards the castle, both smoothing their robes.
"D'you think it's true?" Roger asked.
"What?"
"Is Madame Maxime really half-giant?"
Fleur searched his face. "Would it matter if she were?"
"Well.." Roger bit his lip. "She's half-giant."
"And I'm one-quarter veela."
"You are?" Roger grinned.
"Yes, I am. Do you know what people have said about me?"
"That you're beautiful?"
"Flawless beauty makes people assume the worst. And veelas... have not always been much better than giants. People who know that care what I am."
"It's just... blimey." Roger shook his head. "Last year we had a werewolf, and
now-"
Fleur cut him off. "Did you not defend Hagrid earlier tonight when the Slytherins were making fun of his speech?"
"That's diff-"
"No, it's not."
To his credit, Roger seemed to be considering what she'd said.
"You're really something," he finally said with a smile.
Fleur smiled back. "I know."
He wasn't perfect; Fleur knew that. But he was trying, and given the looks on the faces of several girls they'd passed (including Padma Patil), that was more than she could say for the majority of the boys at Hogwarts.
ETA: I decided to separate them into two parts, since together they're longer.
Ask Me Later
Megan wanted to ask Cedric to the Yule Ball in a creative way. She figured if she was too busy remembering what she'd planned on doing, she would act like a normal person. He would go with a normal person, right?
So Megan enchanted the two small figures to dance atop the fairy cake. She nervously made her way down to the Common Room, and over to where Cedric was studying. He would want to be asked while he was alone, after all.
But just as Megan approached Cedric, three of his friends appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Hey, Ced," Bronson Phillips began, "You'll never believe what -"
Cedric and his friends noticed Megan, who thought her feet might have frozen to the floor.
"Megan!" Cedric smiled.
"I want to be the yule to your balls," Megan blurted nervously.
Cedric looked alarmed, and Megan realized, in horror, what she had said.
"Oh - no," Megan said quickly, shaking her head. "That came out wrong. What I'm trying to ask is, willy - will you-"
Cedric's friends were laughing now.
"Put a sock in it," Cedric hissed at them. "Let's talk-"
But Megan wasn't listening; she had dropped the fairy cake on the floor, and was running out of the Hufflepuff Common room as fast as she possibly could.
Trying
(Note: While I was reading the scene in GoF where Madame Maxime and Hagrid drop the giant bombshell, I realized Fleur and Roger were also present, if a little busy snogging in the bushes. However, I wondered how much they might have heard themselves...)
Fleur ushered Roger away from where Madame Maxime and Hagrid had been talking. They hurried towards the castle, both smoothing their robes.
"D'you think it's true?" Roger asked.
"What?"
"Is Madame Maxime really half-giant?"
Fleur searched his face. "Would it matter if she were?"
"Well.." Roger bit his lip. "She's half-giant."
"And I'm one-quarter veela."
"You are?" Roger grinned.
"Yes, I am. Do you know what people have said about me?"
"That you're beautiful?"
"Flawless beauty makes people assume the worst. And veelas... have not always been much better than giants. People who know that care what I am."
"It's just... blimey." Roger shook his head. "Last year we had a werewolf, and
now-"
Fleur cut him off. "Did you not defend Hagrid earlier tonight when the Slytherins were making fun of his speech?"
"That's diff-"
"No, it's not."
To his credit, Roger seemed to be considering what she'd said.
"You're really something," he finally said with a smile.
Fleur smiled back. "I know."
He wasn't perfect; Fleur knew that. But he was trying, and given the looks on the faces of several girls they'd passed (including Padma Patil), that was more than she could say for the majority of the boys at Hogwarts.