Fic: VoodooMatic 500
The first of my kind-of written-during-Chanukah drabbles has arrived! This is for tegdoh! Happy Holidays, homegirl:D
Title: VoodooMatic 500
Characters: McGonagall
Rating: G
Word Count: 150, or a drabble and a half.
Summary Ol' McGoogles gets the most useful Christmas gift ever, and from the most unlikely source. OoTP Era!
The round, tartan tin of chocolates sat on her desk unopened for a full three days after Christmas, all because of the gift tag:
To: Professor McGonagall
From: George & Fred
For that reason alone she wouldn’t have touched it until, ashamed of her lack of Gryffindor courage, she snatched the lid off the tin, expecting a patented prank.
It was only chocolates, Honeyduke’s special truffles. She sniffed them suspiciously, and then pulled out the top layer of sweets to investigate further-the Weasley twins were cunning. Underneath the chocolates was a miniature cloth effigy of a woman wearing a pink cardigan, a velvet hairbow, and a toady expression. Just next to it laid a paper packet of long stick pins.
“VoodooMatic 500,” read the tag attached. “Patented Wheeze Technology-Tester Edition.”
Smiling for the first time in months, Minerva took up a quill and began writing a thank-you note.
Title: VoodooMatic 500
Characters: McGonagall
Rating: G
Word Count: 150, or a drabble and a half.
Summary Ol' McGoogles gets the most useful Christmas gift ever, and from the most unlikely source. OoTP Era!
The round, tartan tin of chocolates sat on her desk unopened for a full three days after Christmas, all because of the gift tag:
To: Professor McGonagall
From: George & Fred
For that reason alone she wouldn’t have touched it until, ashamed of her lack of Gryffindor courage, she snatched the lid off the tin, expecting a patented prank.
It was only chocolates, Honeyduke’s special truffles. She sniffed them suspiciously, and then pulled out the top layer of sweets to investigate further-the Weasley twins were cunning. Underneath the chocolates was a miniature cloth effigy of a woman wearing a pink cardigan, a velvet hairbow, and a toady expression. Just next to it laid a paper packet of long stick pins.
“VoodooMatic 500,” read the tag attached. “Patented Wheeze Technology-Tester Edition.”
Smiling for the first time in months, Minerva took up a quill and began writing a thank-you note.