On the third day of Christmas...
On the third day of Christmas, my Jackie gave to me three crazy kids...
Title: The Sheik
Genre: General, Mild Humor
Characters: Rivalen Lestrange, Rosalie Lestrange, Briallen Lestrange, Rosalind Bungs, Sheik Aniq Hisham Baz
Rating: PG, for threats of violence
Word Count: 1369 words
Prompt and Notes: Price
Written For: dramathique19: STRAINER BOY!
Summary: Someone uninteresting has finally come to court.
Author's Notes: ...because I love my Lestrange babies. Cross-posted at lumos_create. 1 of 3.
"There is someone in there," Briallen whispered, trying to peep through the keyhole of one of the receiving rooms.
"Of course, there's someone in there, silly," Rivalen tugged on his sister's collar. "We saw Mama go in."
"But there's someone else!" Rosalie insisted, trying to pry Rivalen's fingers off her twin's collar.
"That is Mama's business," Rivalen insisted. "You shouldn't be spying."
"We're not spying," Briallen allowed Rivalen to pull her away, but only because Rosalie was eager to replace her. "We're protecting the family's interests."
"Which is what you should be doing as man of the house," Rosalie retorted, eye against the keyhole. "There! There! He's wearing white!"
"In December?" Briallen raised an eyebrow. She smoothed down her pink skirt. "How tawdry."
"They're leaving; they're leaving," Rosalie backed away from the door quickly and grabbed her sister, leaving Rivalen behind, looking quite dumbfounded.
The door opened. Rosalind ushered the man out of the room, both of them speaking in undertones. Rivalen narrowed his eyes as the man touched Rosalind's shoulder in a way that was almost too familiar. "No, no, you must have heard wrong. No, no," Rosalind shook her head and all but shoved the man out the front door. Rivalen was pleased. Mama didn't like the man.
Rosalind pressed her back against the door once it was shut and sighed. She caught Rivalen's eye. They shared a smile, though Rivalen wasn't sure what it meant.
"Uncle Nasi!" Briallen and Rosalie cheered at the same time as they found their mother's brother sitting at a table in the kitchen. Rosalie immediately bounded into his lap and linked her arms around his neck. Nasi put his teacup down and squeezed Rosalie gently.
"How are my two favorite nieces?" he grinned, kissing the top of Rosalie's head. "My, you`ve grown. Fifteen already?"
"Not fair," Briallen came forward and offered the top of her head to her uncle. Nasi gave her a swift kiss as well. She smiled up at him, taking the seat next to his.
"Where did you go this time?" Rosalie asked, trying her best not to bounce in his lap.
"Arabia," Nasi answered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Rosalie's ear. "Aaandd...I have presents."
Briallen and Rosalie cheered happily. Nasi set Rosalie on her feet and picked his cup of tea up.
"You two are so predictable," Nasi teased as he ushered the twins out into the hall so they could make their way to the receiving room, where he had stashed their gifts.
"Rosalie! Look at this!" Briallen pulled some cloth out from the very bottom of the trunk Nasi had brought for them. It was a dark blue with silver embroidery. Nasi watched from his position on the couch, amused as Briallen and Rosalie picked their trunk apart.
"I wondered what the ruckus was," Rosalind leaned her head against the doorframe of the living room. She tightened the belt of a dark green bathrobe that was miles too wide and too long for her.
"Mama!" Rosalie showed Rosalind a camel plushie. "Look!"
"Yes, it's adorable, dearest," Rosalind said, smiling at her daughter indulgently. She walked into the room and plopped down beside her brother, leaning her head against his shoulder. "How was your trip?"
"Fun, as always," Nasi pet his sister gently.
"Meet anyone interesting?" Rosalind teased. She wondered when her brother would settle down.
"That is a conversation for another --" he paused. "Matter of fact, I did. Some Sheik Ali Hullaballoo or something sent me this for you," Nasi retrieved a scroll tied in purple ribbon and sealed with oddly-colored beige wax from within his robes.
Rosalind grabbed the letter from Nasi's hands and tore it open. She read it quickly before rolling it back up and shaking her head. "Thank you," she muttered.
"What are you doing?" Rivalen demanded as his sisters rummaged through their mother's writing desk.
"Looking for a letter," Rosalie muttered, moving some empty sheets of parchment over.
"That much is obvious, but why are you looking for a letter in Mama's writing desk?"
"We want to know what it says," Briallen answered, picking a letter up and unfolding it. "Look! This one's from Papa...ew."
"Rosalie! Briallen!" Rivalen hissed. "I want you both to get away from there now and go...practice your needlework or something."
Rosalie and Briallen paused to look at their brother. "You want?"
"Aha!" Briallen cheered as she found the letter with the weird crest they had seen earlier. They slit it open and read together.
"Oh, no, no, no!" Rosalie's eyes widened as she read the letter under her breath.
"We must do something about this," Briallen said, sliding down off the desk.
Rivalen narrowed his eyes and extended his hand for the parchment. The twins handed it over to him silently. That in itself was a clear sign something was wrong.
Rivalen ushered his sisters towards the fireplace and handed them the tin of Floo Powder.
"But Floo's so..."
"Do you want to help Mama or not?" Rivalen looked at his sister.
"Of course," Rosalie muttered, taking a fistful of Floo and throwing it into the flames. "Leaky Cauldron!"
Briallen and Rivalen took their turns and disappeared into the green flames. Till clasped her hands together as she watched her Master's children disappear. She quickly came into the room and cleaned all traces of Floo and dust from the hearth up.
"Sheik Aniq Hisham Baz?" Rivalen came up to the only man in the pub that stood out. He wore white. Rivalen clenched his teeth as he remembered the man.
"And who are you to be asking?" the Sheik clasped his hands on the table and looked up at the young man.
Rivalen sat in the seat across from him though he had not been invited. "I heard you have been attempting to court my mother."
"Ahh, you are child of my sweet Rose?"
Rivalen spread his hands on the table to keep himself from reaching into his robes and pulling his wand out. "She is not your sweet rose. She is my father`s wife and you may not have her."
"And a child is to tell me I cannot have what I want? I always get what I want," the Sheik raised his chin.
"No, three children are," Rosalie appeared behind her brother with Briallen at her side.
The Sheik smiled up at them. "Ah, two of the same? How wonderful! Perhaps you can accompany your mother when I--" his sentence was cut short by a sharp burning sensation that ran up his right arm. Aniq looked at his hand, which had been blackened for a moment, but was now back to to its original color. Briallen stowed her wand back into her robes.
"That is just what one of my sisters can do. Imagine if you cross all three of us," Rivalen's face was serious now.
"You think Aniq Hisham Baz is afraid? I have men--"
"--who are useless if you're alone," Rosalie cut him.
"Besides, make the wrong move and you'll be dead even before you can think about your men," Briallen added.
Rivalen clasped his hands together. "Leave now and never contact our mother again. In fact, never come to Britain again. If we so much as suspect you are in the country, I will personally come and gouge your eyes out," Rivalen kept his face stoic. Briallen and Rosalie gave small smiles.
"Pah!" the Sheik spat. "Your mother is not worth it," he told Rivalen before standing up to gather his cloaks.
Rivalen stood up as well and watched as the man in white walked towards the doors of the Leaky Cauldron. He paused for the moment and turned back, looking at the twins.
"If you'll not give me your mother, perhaps you can be persuaded to give me your sisters? Six camels and five goats for both of them," the Sheik raised his chin. That was a generous offer.
Rivalen let out a sharp bark that was reminiscent of his father's. "Are you crazy?!" he yelled angrily.
Rosalie and Briallen linked arms and exchanged smug smiles.
"My sisters are worth a dozen camels and two goats a piece at least!"
Curses flew.
Title: The Sheik
Genre: General, Mild Humor
Characters: Rivalen Lestrange, Rosalie Lestrange, Briallen Lestrange, Rosalind Bungs, Sheik Aniq Hisham Baz
Rating: PG, for threats of violence
Word Count: 1369 words
Prompt and Notes: Price
Written For: dramathique19: STRAINER BOY!
Summary: Someone uninteresting has finally come to court.
Author's Notes: ...because I love my Lestrange babies. Cross-posted at lumos_create. 1 of 3.
"There is someone in there," Briallen whispered, trying to peep through the keyhole of one of the receiving rooms.
"Of course, there's someone in there, silly," Rivalen tugged on his sister's collar. "We saw Mama go in."
"But there's someone else!" Rosalie insisted, trying to pry Rivalen's fingers off her twin's collar.
"That is Mama's business," Rivalen insisted. "You shouldn't be spying."
"We're not spying," Briallen allowed Rivalen to pull her away, but only because Rosalie was eager to replace her. "We're protecting the family's interests."
"Which is what you should be doing as man of the house," Rosalie retorted, eye against the keyhole. "There! There! He's wearing white!"
"In December?" Briallen raised an eyebrow. She smoothed down her pink skirt. "How tawdry."
"They're leaving; they're leaving," Rosalie backed away from the door quickly and grabbed her sister, leaving Rivalen behind, looking quite dumbfounded.
The door opened. Rosalind ushered the man out of the room, both of them speaking in undertones. Rivalen narrowed his eyes as the man touched Rosalind's shoulder in a way that was almost too familiar. "No, no, you must have heard wrong. No, no," Rosalind shook her head and all but shoved the man out the front door. Rivalen was pleased. Mama didn't like the man.
Rosalind pressed her back against the door once it was shut and sighed. She caught Rivalen's eye. They shared a smile, though Rivalen wasn't sure what it meant.
"Uncle Nasi!" Briallen and Rosalie cheered at the same time as they found their mother's brother sitting at a table in the kitchen. Rosalie immediately bounded into his lap and linked her arms around his neck. Nasi put his teacup down and squeezed Rosalie gently.
"How are my two favorite nieces?" he grinned, kissing the top of Rosalie's head. "My, you`ve grown. Fifteen already?"
"Not fair," Briallen came forward and offered the top of her head to her uncle. Nasi gave her a swift kiss as well. She smiled up at him, taking the seat next to his.
"Where did you go this time?" Rosalie asked, trying her best not to bounce in his lap.
"Arabia," Nasi answered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Rosalie's ear. "Aaandd...I have presents."
Briallen and Rosalie cheered happily. Nasi set Rosalie on her feet and picked his cup of tea up.
"You two are so predictable," Nasi teased as he ushered the twins out into the hall so they could make their way to the receiving room, where he had stashed their gifts.
"Rosalie! Look at this!" Briallen pulled some cloth out from the very bottom of the trunk Nasi had brought for them. It was a dark blue with silver embroidery. Nasi watched from his position on the couch, amused as Briallen and Rosalie picked their trunk apart.
"I wondered what the ruckus was," Rosalind leaned her head against the doorframe of the living room. She tightened the belt of a dark green bathrobe that was miles too wide and too long for her.
"Mama!" Rosalie showed Rosalind a camel plushie. "Look!"
"Yes, it's adorable, dearest," Rosalind said, smiling at her daughter indulgently. She walked into the room and plopped down beside her brother, leaning her head against his shoulder. "How was your trip?"
"Fun, as always," Nasi pet his sister gently.
"Meet anyone interesting?" Rosalind teased. She wondered when her brother would settle down.
"That is a conversation for another --" he paused. "Matter of fact, I did. Some Sheik Ali Hullaballoo or something sent me this for you," Nasi retrieved a scroll tied in purple ribbon and sealed with oddly-colored beige wax from within his robes.
Rosalind grabbed the letter from Nasi's hands and tore it open. She read it quickly before rolling it back up and shaking her head. "Thank you," she muttered.
"What are you doing?" Rivalen demanded as his sisters rummaged through their mother's writing desk.
"Looking for a letter," Rosalie muttered, moving some empty sheets of parchment over.
"That much is obvious, but why are you looking for a letter in Mama's writing desk?"
"We want to know what it says," Briallen answered, picking a letter up and unfolding it. "Look! This one's from Papa...ew."
"Rosalie! Briallen!" Rivalen hissed. "I want you both to get away from there now and go...practice your needlework or something."
Rosalie and Briallen paused to look at their brother. "You want?"
"Aha!" Briallen cheered as she found the letter with the weird crest they had seen earlier. They slit it open and read together.
"Oh, no, no, no!" Rosalie's eyes widened as she read the letter under her breath.
"We must do something about this," Briallen said, sliding down off the desk.
Rivalen narrowed his eyes and extended his hand for the parchment. The twins handed it over to him silently. That in itself was a clear sign something was wrong.
Rivalen ushered his sisters towards the fireplace and handed them the tin of Floo Powder.
"But Floo's so..."
"Do you want to help Mama or not?" Rivalen looked at his sister.
"Of course," Rosalie muttered, taking a fistful of Floo and throwing it into the flames. "Leaky Cauldron!"
Briallen and Rivalen took their turns and disappeared into the green flames. Till clasped her hands together as she watched her Master's children disappear. She quickly came into the room and cleaned all traces of Floo and dust from the hearth up.
"Sheik Aniq Hisham Baz?" Rivalen came up to the only man in the pub that stood out. He wore white. Rivalen clenched his teeth as he remembered the man.
"And who are you to be asking?" the Sheik clasped his hands on the table and looked up at the young man.
Rivalen sat in the seat across from him though he had not been invited. "I heard you have been attempting to court my mother."
"Ahh, you are child of my sweet Rose?"
Rivalen spread his hands on the table to keep himself from reaching into his robes and pulling his wand out. "She is not your sweet rose. She is my father`s wife and you may not have her."
"And a child is to tell me I cannot have what I want? I always get what I want," the Sheik raised his chin.
"No, three children are," Rosalie appeared behind her brother with Briallen at her side.
The Sheik smiled up at them. "Ah, two of the same? How wonderful! Perhaps you can accompany your mother when I--" his sentence was cut short by a sharp burning sensation that ran up his right arm. Aniq looked at his hand, which had been blackened for a moment, but was now back to to its original color. Briallen stowed her wand back into her robes.
"That is just what one of my sisters can do. Imagine if you cross all three of us," Rivalen's face was serious now.
"You think Aniq Hisham Baz is afraid? I have men--"
"--who are useless if you're alone," Rosalie cut him.
"Besides, make the wrong move and you'll be dead even before you can think about your men," Briallen added.
Rivalen clasped his hands together. "Leave now and never contact our mother again. In fact, never come to Britain again. If we so much as suspect you are in the country, I will personally come and gouge your eyes out," Rivalen kept his face stoic. Briallen and Rosalie gave small smiles.
"Pah!" the Sheik spat. "Your mother is not worth it," he told Rivalen before standing up to gather his cloaks.
Rivalen stood up as well and watched as the man in white walked towards the doors of the Leaky Cauldron. He paused for the moment and turned back, looking at the twins.
"If you'll not give me your mother, perhaps you can be persuaded to give me your sisters? Six camels and five goats for both of them," the Sheik raised his chin. That was a generous offer.
Rivalen let out a sharp bark that was reminiscent of his father's. "Are you crazy?!" he yelled angrily.
Rosalie and Briallen linked arms and exchanged smug smiles.
"My sisters are worth a dozen camels and two goats a piece at least!"
Curses flew.