Avoiding Things
Eek. Gov final tomorrow. I think English went well-I wrote up a cool story too for my Independent Reading project. I need to get around to posting some original work sometime soon; I have a few pieces done I wouldn't mind putting up.
And to help me procrastinate this evening I wrote up a few different very short drabbles of some pairings I'm contemplating claiming at rarepair_shorts just to see how they feel to write. I put my iTunes on shuffle and used the song titles that popped up as prompts.
Index:
1. Terry/Michael
2. Charlie/Dennis
3. Kingsley/Tonks
4. Charlie/Rosmerta
Let's Get Fucked Up And Die - Terry/Michael
"I can't look at an owl without cringing. That was fucking murder," Michael whined, collapsing onto the Common Room couch.
"It wasn't that bad. Anyway, you know you did well."
"I'm not so sure about Herbology..."
"You're never sure about Herbology and you always do fine." Terry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of Michael. "And anyway, it's Friday after O.W.L.s. You know what that means." A grin broke onto his face and he kicked Michael in the shin where his leg hung limp off the side of the couch.
"Time to get fucked up and die?" He muttered into the cushion, not bothering to turn his head.
"Time for the annual post-O.W.L. Ravenclaw poker game."
Michael bolted up. "If by poker you mean... poker?"
"You know exactly what I mean, mate-now let's go put as many layers of clothes as we can."
Ghostbusters - Charlie/Dennis [xposted to charlie_centric]
Charlie and Bill leaned over the table and whispered conspiratorially to each other over two mugs of steaming Firewhisky. Every once in a while a bright flash would interrupt one of them, or cause the other to blink, or just generally disturb the route of the conversation. But when Charlie dropped his napkin, a new one appeared on his table, and when Bill knocked over his Firewhisky and was just getting up to buy another, a waitress appeared bearing a smile and a fresh mug.
"I think," Bill said finally, eyeing the new drink, "You might have some sort of helpful poltergeist following you around."
"Nah," Charlie kicked his chair back. "S'just Dennis."
"Dennis?"
"My new apprentice," Charlie let the r's roll.
"Why do you have an apprentice, for Merlin's sake? I never got an apprentice..."
"Some young kid from the Prophet, doing an article on dragons. Wanted to really know what it was like, so he's apprenticing for me for a few weeks." Charlie shrugged and sipped from his drink.
"That would explain the constant photographs then... But what of the napkins and the Firewhisky?"
Charlie lowered his voice, "I may or may not have told him that all apprentices had to suck up to their elders and make sure they were utterly comfortable, or else the dragons would smell insincerity on the apprentice and try to kill him or her." He winked.
Bill snorted. "You're terrible."
And She Was - Kingsley/Tonks
"-And she was the worst in the class when it came to stealth," Malcus reported, shrugging and letting his clipboard fall back to his side.
Kingsley sighed. He could already tell this was going to be a busy year. "And how did she get through the Academy again?"
"Metamorphmagus, that one. Quick thinker too, and great at on-the-spot spellwork. She sometimes forgot a few of the baser techniques... but, ah, let's say I've never seen anyone so... creatively combine charms and transfiguration." The man rubbed his backside a little uncomfortably, invoking Kingsley's curiosity and a twitch of the lip.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
Kingsley nodded.
The man cleared his throat, called "Miss Tonks!" and exited the room as the young girl bound in.
She stuck out a hand. "Nymphadora Tonks, sir."
Kingsley shook her hand, and held on just a second longer while his eyes scanned her face. She began to fidget nervously.
"One question," Kingsley rumbled, "What, exactly, did you do to Mr. Connel there?"
She turned a furious shade of red. "Umm."
He raised his eyebrows.
"It's possible, sir, that after I failed one of my tests I rearranged a few of his limbs."
Kingsley released her hand but leaned forward. "Well done-the toad tried to get me fired last year."
Smoke On The Water - Charlie/Rosmerta [xposted to charlie_centric]
"Rosmerta... why's the sink smoking?" Charlie stared down at the steady stream of smoke that had begun to rise from the drain pipe.
"Nonsense, Weasley, sinks don't smoke," she hastily commented from the other side of the bar, "Now quit making your own drinks or I'm going to have to fire you."
"No-I haven't had anything to drink. The sink's smoking."
If his voice hadn't sounded so pathetically urgent and the mother in her hadn't been slightly alarmed by it, she probably wouldn't have looked up from the table she was wiping down. In any case, she did, and what she saw was a seriously smoking sink. Charlie was beginning to turn into a silhouette behind the gray cloud. She could hear him coughing.
"Damn it!" She cried.
Charlie had never seen her move so quickly. Before he could comment on the surprising amount of muscle he noticed in her legs as her skirts lifted a little, she had grabbed him by the shoulder and thrown him to the ground. She threw herself down next to him and covered her head with her hands. He quickly did the same.
A loud explosion came form the sink nearby and some plaster crackled onto Charlie's back. "What the--?"
"Ashwinder," Rosmerta spat as she sat up. "Someone left a fire burning somewhere, and I guess one got into the drain pipes to lay its eggs." She clucked her tongue and shook her head.
She'd already stood and dusted the plaster off her shoulders by the time Charlie began to sit up.
"Erm... so should I assume from now on that sinks blow up often around here?"
"Oh, no dear, no-but you might want to watch out for a few of the barstools."
I've decided I'm not doing Kingsley/Tonks-I'm just not feeling them right now. Terry/Michael and Charlie/Dennis were both sort of done as jokes, to see if I could even do them... but now I'm starting to seriously consider those two pairings. ahahaha. Terry/Michael would largely be platonic, though, because I can't see them as more than that.
Oh and ps, new layout. =P
And to help me procrastinate this evening I wrote up a few different very short drabbles of some pairings I'm contemplating claiming at rarepair_shorts just to see how they feel to write. I put my iTunes on shuffle and used the song titles that popped up as prompts.
Index:
1. Terry/Michael
2. Charlie/Dennis
3. Kingsley/Tonks
4. Charlie/Rosmerta
Let's Get Fucked Up And Die - Terry/Michael
"I can't look at an owl without cringing. That was fucking murder," Michael whined, collapsing onto the Common Room couch.
"It wasn't that bad. Anyway, you know you did well."
"I'm not so sure about Herbology..."
"You're never sure about Herbology and you always do fine." Terry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of Michael. "And anyway, it's Friday after O.W.L.s. You know what that means." A grin broke onto his face and he kicked Michael in the shin where his leg hung limp off the side of the couch.
"Time to get fucked up and die?" He muttered into the cushion, not bothering to turn his head.
"Time for the annual post-O.W.L. Ravenclaw poker game."
Michael bolted up. "If by poker you mean... poker?"
"You know exactly what I mean, mate-now let's go put as many layers of clothes as we can."
Ghostbusters - Charlie/Dennis [xposted to charlie_centric]
Charlie and Bill leaned over the table and whispered conspiratorially to each other over two mugs of steaming Firewhisky. Every once in a while a bright flash would interrupt one of them, or cause the other to blink, or just generally disturb the route of the conversation. But when Charlie dropped his napkin, a new one appeared on his table, and when Bill knocked over his Firewhisky and was just getting up to buy another, a waitress appeared bearing a smile and a fresh mug.
"I think," Bill said finally, eyeing the new drink, "You might have some sort of helpful poltergeist following you around."
"Nah," Charlie kicked his chair back. "S'just Dennis."
"Dennis?"
"My new apprentice," Charlie let the r's roll.
"Why do you have an apprentice, for Merlin's sake? I never got an apprentice..."
"Some young kid from the Prophet, doing an article on dragons. Wanted to really know what it was like, so he's apprenticing for me for a few weeks." Charlie shrugged and sipped from his drink.
"That would explain the constant photographs then... But what of the napkins and the Firewhisky?"
Charlie lowered his voice, "I may or may not have told him that all apprentices had to suck up to their elders and make sure they were utterly comfortable, or else the dragons would smell insincerity on the apprentice and try to kill him or her." He winked.
Bill snorted. "You're terrible."
And She Was - Kingsley/Tonks
"-And she was the worst in the class when it came to stealth," Malcus reported, shrugging and letting his clipboard fall back to his side.
Kingsley sighed. He could already tell this was going to be a busy year. "And how did she get through the Academy again?"
"Metamorphmagus, that one. Quick thinker too, and great at on-the-spot spellwork. She sometimes forgot a few of the baser techniques... but, ah, let's say I've never seen anyone so... creatively combine charms and transfiguration." The man rubbed his backside a little uncomfortably, invoking Kingsley's curiosity and a twitch of the lip.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
Kingsley nodded.
The man cleared his throat, called "Miss Tonks!" and exited the room as the young girl bound in.
She stuck out a hand. "Nymphadora Tonks, sir."
Kingsley shook her hand, and held on just a second longer while his eyes scanned her face. She began to fidget nervously.
"One question," Kingsley rumbled, "What, exactly, did you do to Mr. Connel there?"
She turned a furious shade of red. "Umm."
He raised his eyebrows.
"It's possible, sir, that after I failed one of my tests I rearranged a few of his limbs."
Kingsley released her hand but leaned forward. "Well done-the toad tried to get me fired last year."
Smoke On The Water - Charlie/Rosmerta [xposted to charlie_centric]
"Rosmerta... why's the sink smoking?" Charlie stared down at the steady stream of smoke that had begun to rise from the drain pipe.
"Nonsense, Weasley, sinks don't smoke," she hastily commented from the other side of the bar, "Now quit making your own drinks or I'm going to have to fire you."
"No-I haven't had anything to drink. The sink's smoking."
If his voice hadn't sounded so pathetically urgent and the mother in her hadn't been slightly alarmed by it, she probably wouldn't have looked up from the table she was wiping down. In any case, she did, and what she saw was a seriously smoking sink. Charlie was beginning to turn into a silhouette behind the gray cloud. She could hear him coughing.
"Damn it!" She cried.
Charlie had never seen her move so quickly. Before he could comment on the surprising amount of muscle he noticed in her legs as her skirts lifted a little, she had grabbed him by the shoulder and thrown him to the ground. She threw herself down next to him and covered her head with her hands. He quickly did the same.
A loud explosion came form the sink nearby and some plaster crackled onto Charlie's back. "What the--?"
"Ashwinder," Rosmerta spat as she sat up. "Someone left a fire burning somewhere, and I guess one got into the drain pipes to lay its eggs." She clucked her tongue and shook her head.
She'd already stood and dusted the plaster off her shoulders by the time Charlie began to sit up.
"Erm... so should I assume from now on that sinks blow up often around here?"
"Oh, no dear, no-but you might want to watch out for a few of the barstools."
I've decided I'm not doing Kingsley/Tonks-I'm just not feeling them right now. Terry/Michael and Charlie/Dennis were both sort of done as jokes, to see if I could even do them... but now I'm starting to seriously consider those two pairings. ahahaha. Terry/Michael would largely be platonic, though, because I can't see them as more than that.
Oh and ps, new layout. =P