Office Party, 13
Title: Office Party 13
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter | Neville & Charlie
Rating: PG
WC: ~ 300
Warnings/Content: EWE
PROMPT: Cat breaking Christmas Ornament(s) FOR
adventdrabbles | DAY 13
A/N: Unbetaed.
Neville wasn't sure how he looked, but if what he felt was true, then it'd be a cat looking worried as if it'd ruined a Christmas tree. Or perhaps a dragon who was so scared it turned into a cat.
Charlie rolled his eyes and began to walk away from Neville.
"Wait," Neville blurted out, his voice cracking slightly as it cut through the space between them. He felt his stomach twist into a tighter knot the moment the word left his lips.
Charlie stopped mid-step, his head snapping around, and Neville saw the tiniest flicker of confusion in his freckled face. "What?" Charlie asked, his tone flat, but his eyebrows arched just slightly in question.
"That's it?" Neville asked, trying desperately to keep his voice steady. His hands were clenched now, nails digging into his palms, the only thing grounding him from the whirlwind of emotions threatening to choke him.
Charlie blinked, his confusion deepening. "What do you mean?" he replied, his voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity, but his body language-loose, relaxed, even a little dismissive-didn't match. He tilted his head again, one eyebrow quirking higher, waiting for Neville to explain himself.
"You looked like you walked up here ready for a fight. What? You're just walking away from me?" Neville gave a nervous chuckle. "I mean, I thought things were just about getting interesting."
A bold laugh escaped Charlie's lips, rich with certainty. "Let's get a drink, and you can tell me all about how you wouldn't fancy me."
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter | Neville & Charlie
Rating: PG
WC: ~ 300
Warnings/Content: EWE
PROMPT: Cat breaking Christmas Ornament(s) FOR
adventdrabbles | DAY 13
A/N: Unbetaed.
Neville wasn't sure how he looked, but if what he felt was true, then it'd be a cat looking worried as if it'd ruined a Christmas tree. Or perhaps a dragon who was so scared it turned into a cat.
Charlie rolled his eyes and began to walk away from Neville.
"Wait," Neville blurted out, his voice cracking slightly as it cut through the space between them. He felt his stomach twist into a tighter knot the moment the word left his lips.
Charlie stopped mid-step, his head snapping around, and Neville saw the tiniest flicker of confusion in his freckled face. "What?" Charlie asked, his tone flat, but his eyebrows arched just slightly in question.
"That's it?" Neville asked, trying desperately to keep his voice steady. His hands were clenched now, nails digging into his palms, the only thing grounding him from the whirlwind of emotions threatening to choke him.
Charlie blinked, his confusion deepening. "What do you mean?" he replied, his voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity, but his body language-loose, relaxed, even a little dismissive-didn't match. He tilted his head again, one eyebrow quirking higher, waiting for Neville to explain himself.
"You looked like you walked up here ready for a fight. What? You're just walking away from me?" Neville gave a nervous chuckle. "I mean, I thought things were just about getting interesting."
A bold laugh escaped Charlie's lips, rich with certainty. "Let's get a drink, and you can tell me all about how you wouldn't fancy me."