DRABBLE: Woe-Be-Gone! (Ginny/Sirius)
Title: Woe-Be-Gone!
Pairing: Ginny/Sirius
Prompt: sing the blues
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 496
Summary: Sirius versus Boredom, round two.
Author's Notes: Done for 7spells. Beware peeved!Ginny. Just dialogue until the very end. Also, there's a brief reference to a past event, which will be the next fic I tackle for this pairing. ;)
Link to Prompt Table: Here
"Ginny?"
"Hmm."
"I'm bored."
"Yeah, and the sky's blue."
"But I'm really bored. Really, really bored."
"Congratulations. You've reached new heights, you have."
"So I s'pect you're not at all bored?"
"'Course not. Before you so rudely interrupted me, I was engrossed in The Quibbler."
"Well, you must be bored now."
"No, actually, I'm not."
"What about now?"
"No."
"Hmm. Now?"
"For Merlin's sake, Sirius, have you got some spectacular plan to share?"
"Well, Ginny, as a matter of fact..."
"Then what the bloody hell are you doing bothering me if you've already a plan to counteract your boredom?"
"See, thing is, Gin, I need your help with the, ah, execution."
"Riiight. And this brilliant plan of yours wouldn't involve magic carpets, would it? Because we both know how well that turned out last time."
"'Course not! Though that is a good idea... they wouldn't expect us to try it again..."
"Sirius."
"You know, I think I will go talk to 'Dung about getting another one."
"Sirius!"
"Oh, fine. We won't do that, then. What a load of fun that will be!"
"'We'? You're the one who's bored."
"Therein lies the problem, Ginny. I hate being bored by myself. Makes a man feel lonely. But if friends are bored together..."
"What a load of fun that will be!"
"Precisely."
"You're incorrigible."
"No, I'm Sirius."
"Aren't you always."
"'Course I am! I couldn't be Harry now, could I?"
"That's not what I - oh, never mind! Let's hear your sodding plan, then."
"Ah. Well, er, this is where I need your help..."
"You mean you actually don't have a plan?"
"Well... no."
"You're hopeless. Honestly... there should be some sort of - some sort of potion to cure wretched sods like you."
"Did you say 'cure'?"
"Yeah - you really do need help, Sirius."
"A potion."
"Yes."
"To cure me... from boredom."
"Yes, yes - now bugger off, will you? I don't want to have to use my Bat-Bogey Hex on you."
"Hmm... I never was good at Potions, myself."
"Well don't look at me - I've only got an 'A' in Potions."
"S'better than I ever got."
"Fine. All right? Fine. I'll help you with your sodding potion."
***
Exhausted, that's what Molly was. Exhausted to the point of restlessness.
Reaching into the cabinet for a tonic, her hand instead found a small flask corked shut. She brought it to eye level, peering curiously at the pink solution, and read the label out loud to herself.
"Woe-Be-Gone!" she muttered out of the corner of her mouth. "Proven to significantly reduce the symptoms of ennui. Hmmph."
She swished the contents around, prodding the flask lightly with her wand - but no change seemed to occur. Thus, deeming it safe to consume, Molly then proceeded to take a swig; she found it had a pleasant flavor rather like peppermint. Next, she was sure, a tingling, warming sensation would course throughout her body. She stood still, waiting.
As it happened, the potion had absolutely no effect.
Pairing: Ginny/Sirius
Prompt: sing the blues
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 496
Summary: Sirius versus Boredom, round two.
Author's Notes: Done for 7spells. Beware peeved!Ginny. Just dialogue until the very end. Also, there's a brief reference to a past event, which will be the next fic I tackle for this pairing. ;)
Link to Prompt Table: Here
"Ginny?"
"Hmm."
"I'm bored."
"Yeah, and the sky's blue."
"But I'm really bored. Really, really bored."
"Congratulations. You've reached new heights, you have."
"So I s'pect you're not at all bored?"
"'Course not. Before you so rudely interrupted me, I was engrossed in The Quibbler."
"Well, you must be bored now."
"No, actually, I'm not."
"What about now?"
"No."
"Hmm. Now?"
"For Merlin's sake, Sirius, have you got some spectacular plan to share?"
"Well, Ginny, as a matter of fact..."
"Then what the bloody hell are you doing bothering me if you've already a plan to counteract your boredom?"
"See, thing is, Gin, I need your help with the, ah, execution."
"Riiight. And this brilliant plan of yours wouldn't involve magic carpets, would it? Because we both know how well that turned out last time."
"'Course not! Though that is a good idea... they wouldn't expect us to try it again..."
"Sirius."
"You know, I think I will go talk to 'Dung about getting another one."
"Sirius!"
"Oh, fine. We won't do that, then. What a load of fun that will be!"
"'We'? You're the one who's bored."
"Therein lies the problem, Ginny. I hate being bored by myself. Makes a man feel lonely. But if friends are bored together..."
"What a load of fun that will be!"
"Precisely."
"You're incorrigible."
"No, I'm Sirius."
"Aren't you always."
"'Course I am! I couldn't be Harry now, could I?"
"That's not what I - oh, never mind! Let's hear your sodding plan, then."
"Ah. Well, er, this is where I need your help..."
"You mean you actually don't have a plan?"
"Well... no."
"You're hopeless. Honestly... there should be some sort of - some sort of potion to cure wretched sods like you."
"Did you say 'cure'?"
"Yeah - you really do need help, Sirius."
"A potion."
"Yes."
"To cure me... from boredom."
"Yes, yes - now bugger off, will you? I don't want to have to use my Bat-Bogey Hex on you."
"Hmm... I never was good at Potions, myself."
"Well don't look at me - I've only got an 'A' in Potions."
"S'better than I ever got."
"Fine. All right? Fine. I'll help you with your sodding potion."
***
Exhausted, that's what Molly was. Exhausted to the point of restlessness.
Reaching into the cabinet for a tonic, her hand instead found a small flask corked shut. She brought it to eye level, peering curiously at the pink solution, and read the label out loud to herself.
"Woe-Be-Gone!" she muttered out of the corner of her mouth. "Proven to significantly reduce the symptoms of ennui. Hmmph."
She swished the contents around, prodding the flask lightly with her wand - but no change seemed to occur. Thus, deeming it safe to consume, Molly then proceeded to take a swig; she found it had a pleasant flavor rather like peppermint. Next, she was sure, a tingling, warming sensation would course throughout her body. She stood still, waiting.
As it happened, the potion had absolutely no effect.