Drabble Roundup :: Meme, HP
Title: Lie-in
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500+
Prompt: Meme!fic ala It's a miserable, wet beginning to September. by shiiki
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It's a miserable, wet beginning to September. Dean's roll out of bed makes it about halfway, right up until his eyes make it level with the window and he glimpses the grey skies and the smacking of raindrops on the leaves for the third bloody day in a row and all in a rush his breath leaves him and he flops back down onto the bed, thinking Oh just bugger this.
No, Dean decides, it is the perfect morning for a good long lie-in, and then maybe a cup of tea all cozy in the covers, and then perhaps a quick nap, after. And he won't even have to get out of bed for the tea, just a quick Scourgify on his tea cup from last night, a simple conjuring spell, and, Bob's your uncle. Brilliant, he thinks, and settles back against the pillows and shuts his eyes.
When he opens them again several hours later, the light has changed but not much else; the window pane is still streaky with rain and the clouds are still lending a certain "End of Days" atmosphere to everything outside from the neighbors walking their dog to the elderly wizard down the lane casting an Impervious on himself to keep the rain off. Dean shifts his focus, prepared to go back to sleep, when he spots the one other change in his immediate circumstances.
Luna is perched on a chair at the foot of his bed, sucking distractingly on the end of a quill in her right hand as she scratches a few quick lines with the quill in her left hand onto the pad balanced on her knee.
"Lu?" he asks, voice still heavy with sleep. "When'd you get here?"
Luna looks up and grins at him, before swapping the right quill for the left one in her mouth and sweeping a few curves onto the page with her new (moist) quill. "I let myself in," she says. "You looked so serene; I thought I'd sketch you down so I could keep a bit of you this way forever."
Dean can feel the heat rising to his cheeks and it makes him squirm, uncomfortable, under the sheets. "Luna," he says, coughing a bit to break the tension of her scrutiny, "that is not the appropriate response."
"It isn't?" Luna says, tucking both quills up into her mass of hair.
"No," Dean replies, sitting up and catching the delicate bones of her wrist. "If you come in while I'm still having a lie-in, you're supposed to join me, Lu." He tugs, gently but insistently, at her wrist until she topples forward, laughing, and nicks his pillow before he can get at it.
"Oi!" He says, without much heat behind it.
"So I'm to get in bed with you, am I?" Luna says with a far-too-innocent smile. "Seems a bit small, for two."
Dean sweeps the sheet over the both of them, over their heads, forming a private dome where the light through the rain diffuses and paints gentle patterns on Luna's cheeks. She raises an eyebrow and scoots closer, tucking herself under the side of his chest. The quills tickle under his chin.
"Nah," Dean says, grinning, "I think it's just perfect."
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Title: Cheery
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Mundungus Fletcher, Arabella Figg
Rating: G
Word Count: <300
Prompt: Meme!fic ala It was cheery, there was no doubt of that. by willow_wand
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It was cheery, there was no doubt of that. Cheery, and bright, and right close to disgusting, really. What with the doilies and the sunflowers and the doilies shaped like sunflowers. And all the cats. Weren't nothin' worth nickin' neither, and that was really what was making Dung's skin crawl.
Oh yeah, them cats was doing that too, all big eyes, watching him.
For someone who could be quite the duffer, Ol' Figgy certainly had a dead creepy house. Dung wanted to leave right about the first second he stepped into the place, but Dumbledore's orders is Dumbledore's orders, and Dung might be a sneak and a coward but he never was no fool. Dumbledore's bad side is not a place he wants to be, right. Just too bad his good side comes with a mess of guard duty and a house that reeks of cat. Could've at least thrown in a couple of dodgy substances, or a few non-Ministry inspected owls. Dung could certainly have done with a nice spot of gold, these days in particular.
But no, Dung got the cheery house. Still, he's convinced it could have been worse, right up until Figgy trundles out of the kitchen with a tray (cups and saucers patterned with cats and sunflowers) full of stale biscuits and weak, reboiled tea, and asks him, without preamble, if he'd "Mind ever so much looking in on Mr. Tibbles in between guard shifts?"
Dung, upon spurting his tea all over her hideous (cheery) rug, finds there are worse places to be than on Dumbledore's bad side. Figgy's, for one.
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Title: Nightmares
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Ron Weasley, Rose Weasley
Rating: G
Word Count: 300+
Prompt: Meme!fic ala One last sigh and he closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. by birdseyeview
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One last sigh and he closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. Of course, not everyone was in on this particular plan of his, and as usual, interrupted it before it even got started. In the beat between one breath and the next, a hard plastic cup was smacked straight into Ron's nose.
"I drank all my water, Daddy," said a tiny, feminine voice. The voice was accompanied by another insistent prod at his nose with the cup.
"Tha's lovely, Rosie," Ron slurred, not quite willing to open his eyes again and give up on the promise of sleep. "That's why I got it for you."
"I know," Rose said, the tremble in her voice still present no matter how much she tried to hide it in bravado. "I thought I wouldn't be scared from the nightmare any more. After I finished my drink. But--"
And Ron sat up, blearily yes, but up, and with his eyes open and everything. He hoisted Rosie up and situated her in his lap. "But you still are, yeah?"
Rose gave a shaky nod, that turned into a sniffle, that turned into tears and a near-wail of, "I tried to be brave, Daddy, I really did, I don't want to be scared, but I just keep seeing it when I close my eyes and-- and--"
Ron gave her a squeeze. "It's alright, Rosie, you don't have to explain anything to me. I've had quite a few nightmares about spiders over the years myself. Nasty creepy things, they are." He grinned and ran his fingers up her arm. "Too many legs."
Rose let out a watery giggle and squirmed, ticklish. "Daddy, stop."
"You want to sleep with me and your Mum tonight? Will that make it better?" Ron said, kissing her on the forehead.
Rose nodded again, serious and pale, but yawning.
"Good," Ron said, settling them both back in the bed. "Just...don't tell your Mum why, yeah? She'll think I'm putting bad ideas into your head. Merlin forbid she has to kill spiders for two of us now."
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Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500+
Prompt: Meme!fic ala It's a miserable, wet beginning to September. by shiiki
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It's a miserable, wet beginning to September. Dean's roll out of bed makes it about halfway, right up until his eyes make it level with the window and he glimpses the grey skies and the smacking of raindrops on the leaves for the third bloody day in a row and all in a rush his breath leaves him and he flops back down onto the bed, thinking Oh just bugger this.
No, Dean decides, it is the perfect morning for a good long lie-in, and then maybe a cup of tea all cozy in the covers, and then perhaps a quick nap, after. And he won't even have to get out of bed for the tea, just a quick Scourgify on his tea cup from last night, a simple conjuring spell, and, Bob's your uncle. Brilliant, he thinks, and settles back against the pillows and shuts his eyes.
When he opens them again several hours later, the light has changed but not much else; the window pane is still streaky with rain and the clouds are still lending a certain "End of Days" atmosphere to everything outside from the neighbors walking their dog to the elderly wizard down the lane casting an Impervious on himself to keep the rain off. Dean shifts his focus, prepared to go back to sleep, when he spots the one other change in his immediate circumstances.
Luna is perched on a chair at the foot of his bed, sucking distractingly on the end of a quill in her right hand as she scratches a few quick lines with the quill in her left hand onto the pad balanced on her knee.
"Lu?" he asks, voice still heavy with sleep. "When'd you get here?"
Luna looks up and grins at him, before swapping the right quill for the left one in her mouth and sweeping a few curves onto the page with her new (moist) quill. "I let myself in," she says. "You looked so serene; I thought I'd sketch you down so I could keep a bit of you this way forever."
Dean can feel the heat rising to his cheeks and it makes him squirm, uncomfortable, under the sheets. "Luna," he says, coughing a bit to break the tension of her scrutiny, "that is not the appropriate response."
"It isn't?" Luna says, tucking both quills up into her mass of hair.
"No," Dean replies, sitting up and catching the delicate bones of her wrist. "If you come in while I'm still having a lie-in, you're supposed to join me, Lu." He tugs, gently but insistently, at her wrist until she topples forward, laughing, and nicks his pillow before he can get at it.
"Oi!" He says, without much heat behind it.
"So I'm to get in bed with you, am I?" Luna says with a far-too-innocent smile. "Seems a bit small, for two."
Dean sweeps the sheet over the both of them, over their heads, forming a private dome where the light through the rain diffuses and paints gentle patterns on Luna's cheeks. She raises an eyebrow and scoots closer, tucking herself under the side of his chest. The quills tickle under his chin.
"Nah," Dean says, grinning, "I think it's just perfect."
::fin::
Title: Cheery
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Mundungus Fletcher, Arabella Figg
Rating: G
Word Count: <300
Prompt: Meme!fic ala It was cheery, there was no doubt of that. by willow_wand
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It was cheery, there was no doubt of that. Cheery, and bright, and right close to disgusting, really. What with the doilies and the sunflowers and the doilies shaped like sunflowers. And all the cats. Weren't nothin' worth nickin' neither, and that was really what was making Dung's skin crawl.
Oh yeah, them cats was doing that too, all big eyes, watching him.
For someone who could be quite the duffer, Ol' Figgy certainly had a dead creepy house. Dung wanted to leave right about the first second he stepped into the place, but Dumbledore's orders is Dumbledore's orders, and Dung might be a sneak and a coward but he never was no fool. Dumbledore's bad side is not a place he wants to be, right. Just too bad his good side comes with a mess of guard duty and a house that reeks of cat. Could've at least thrown in a couple of dodgy substances, or a few non-Ministry inspected owls. Dung could certainly have done with a nice spot of gold, these days in particular.
But no, Dung got the cheery house. Still, he's convinced it could have been worse, right up until Figgy trundles out of the kitchen with a tray (cups and saucers patterned with cats and sunflowers) full of stale biscuits and weak, reboiled tea, and asks him, without preamble, if he'd "Mind ever so much looking in on Mr. Tibbles in between guard shifts?"
Dung, upon spurting his tea all over her hideous (cheery) rug, finds there are worse places to be than on Dumbledore's bad side. Figgy's, for one.
::fin::
Title: Nightmares
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Ron Weasley, Rose Weasley
Rating: G
Word Count: 300+
Prompt: Meme!fic ala One last sigh and he closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. by birdseyeview
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One last sigh and he closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. Of course, not everyone was in on this particular plan of his, and as usual, interrupted it before it even got started. In the beat between one breath and the next, a hard plastic cup was smacked straight into Ron's nose.
"I drank all my water, Daddy," said a tiny, feminine voice. The voice was accompanied by another insistent prod at his nose with the cup.
"Tha's lovely, Rosie," Ron slurred, not quite willing to open his eyes again and give up on the promise of sleep. "That's why I got it for you."
"I know," Rose said, the tremble in her voice still present no matter how much she tried to hide it in bravado. "I thought I wouldn't be scared from the nightmare any more. After I finished my drink. But--"
And Ron sat up, blearily yes, but up, and with his eyes open and everything. He hoisted Rosie up and situated her in his lap. "But you still are, yeah?"
Rose gave a shaky nod, that turned into a sniffle, that turned into tears and a near-wail of, "I tried to be brave, Daddy, I really did, I don't want to be scared, but I just keep seeing it when I close my eyes and-- and--"
Ron gave her a squeeze. "It's alright, Rosie, you don't have to explain anything to me. I've had quite a few nightmares about spiders over the years myself. Nasty creepy things, they are." He grinned and ran his fingers up her arm. "Too many legs."
Rose let out a watery giggle and squirmed, ticklish. "Daddy, stop."
"You want to sleep with me and your Mum tonight? Will that make it better?" Ron said, kissing her on the forehead.
Rose nodded again, serious and pale, but yawning.
"Good," Ron said, settling them both back in the bed. "Just...don't tell your Mum why, yeah? She'll think I'm putting bad ideas into your head. Merlin forbid she has to kill spiders for two of us now."
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