Title: Y is for Yesterday
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Zacharias Smith, Susan Bones, and Justin Finch-Fletchley
Prompt: Spring
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: Susan knew him better than most, but deserved someone who knew her best.
Author’s Notes: Part twenty-five of the Alphabet Series, 26 drabbles.
Zacharias rolled over as Susan loomed over his head, busily weaving a lily in her crown of flowers. It was crudely crafted, looking more like a mess of stringy vines, but the girl wore it like a royalty of spring. The boy rolled his eyes. “You can be really girly.”
She only remarked, “Well, I am a girl.”
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“Stop over-reacting. It’s not like you’re going to fail the class,” he griped. Susan groaned, but kept her attention to her book.
Justin Finch-Fletchley bent down and whispered something charming in her ear, making Susan laugh and hide her flustered face. With a pleasant smile, he offered, “I have some detailed notes from the last class, if you want to borrow them.”
As Susan accompanied her friend to the boys’ dormitories, Zacharias decided he didn’t like Justin all that much.
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“Does it bother you?” she asked, twirling her wand around to practice her Charms. “Aren’t you the one who said it was a waste of time?”
Zacharias crossed his arms. “I hear Finch-Fletchley was chatting up one of those Beauxbatons girls.”
Susan presented the flower weaved on the handle of her wand, a symbol of courtship by a true gentleman.
Title: Z is for Zed
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Zacharias Smith and Daphne Greengrass
Prompt: Birth
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: He never wanted to be a father.
Author’s Notes: Part twenty-six of the Alphabet Series, 26 drabbles. Set post-Hogwarts.
He’d told Daphne he didn’t want children. Zacharias never wanted to be a father to begin with. Seeing Draco and Astoria’s son only affirmed his opinion that children were demanding, loud, messy, and didn’t offer much in return.
Perhaps her maternal instinct was more powerful than what he wanted. Daphne relished in the idea of motherhood, always jealous her sister had beat her to it.
For months, at least Zacharias had been able to believe nothing was happening, but when she offered him a bundle of chubby mass, he couldn’t pretend, anymore. “You’ll be fine,” she persuaded, urging him to hold the child.
He thought babies were supposed to be cute. Should the boy’s head have been so big? But as Smith awkwardly held the child, he examined his son’s green eyes and upturned nose. “I get to name him.”
Daphne, tired and pleased, compromised with, “As long as I get a little girl to name.”
He glared at her, darkly, and his scowl sent the baby in his hands into a fit of screams. His clumsy attempts couldn’t calm the upset child. “Zedekiah, then,” he suggested over the cries. The boy was demanding and loud, but he was his.
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I apologize for any Americanisms and grammatical errors.