Dom joins the party!
Title: Happy Valentine's Day!
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Augustus Rookwood, Amycus Carrow, Evan Rosier, Rosalind Bungs, Dominique Weasley; Bellatrix and others mentioned
Rating: GP
Word Count: 639 words
Summary: The Slytherin boys discuss Valentine's Day.
Author's Notes: Written for my Rab/Ros prompt table: #07 Valentine's Day.
Rabastan raised an eyebrow as Rodolphus came bustling into the Common Room with a large bouquet of red roses. Evan and Amycus paused their game of wizard's chess to watch Rod's progress across the Common Room. Even Lucius couldn't maintain indifference to the situation. Suresh, however, was the first to vocalize a reaction. "Do you really think that is going to impress Bella?"
"Hush. Don't destroy the young lad's dreams," Augustus grinned. "Let him attempt his profession of love."
"...while we sit back and watch the carnage," Rabastan said, leaning back against the couch.
Amycus and Evan sniggered. Lucius returned his attention to the book he had been perusing. "Yes, let Rodolphus try. Who knows, maybe Cupid's arrow will strike the fair maiden's heart today," Lucius looked up. "Or perhaps it'll be the fair maiden striking our young lad...around the head with a Beater's bat."
"Ah, the only reason you can afford to talk is because Cissa's easier to please," Rod retorted as he wobbled towards the staircases towards the girl's dormitories.
"It isn't my fault you picked the sister with a temper," Lucius retorted, returning his attention to his book.
"Anyone care to help me up the stairs?" Rod asked. Lucius was pointedly ignoring him by focusing on his book. Evan and Amycus had returned their attention to their game of chess. Suresh was watching with mild amusement. Rabastan finally spoke up:
"You know what? I'd love to see you try," he grinned and cast the charm they had created to temporarrily lift the ward on the stairs. Rod hustled up towards the girls' rooms.
A minute later, Rod was sprawled at the bottom of the steps, roses on top of his head. "Why'd none of you tell me she was allergic?"
"You didn't ask," Lucius replied, flipping a page.
"Don't feel too bad, Rod," Augustus said, looking up from Amycus and Evan's chess game. "Valentine's is a Muggle holiday."
"Yeah," Rabastan agreed. "We can't consider it a holiday if they don't even cancel classes for it."
"Besides, it's commercial," Evan added.
Suresh rolled his eyes. "Sure, and the chocolates Daphne received these morning were...?"
Evan twitched. "You're one to talk, Mister Slytherin. We suppose you had absolutely nothing to do with the wildflowers deposited at the Hufflepuff table."
"I did not," Suresh flared.
"And that is why Nymphadora Tonks walked around the entire day with green hair," Amycus grinned.
"Sod off, Amycus," Rod rolled his eyes. "You were elbowed out by a Weasley."
"Astoria's been bewitched, I tell you!" he declared.
The entire party turned to the only member who had kept quiet. "Huh, Rabastan's being unusually quiet," Amycus narrowed his eyes.
"That is because, unlike any of you," Rabastan replied. "I have not gone off the deep end and done something completely ludicrous."
"Huh," Suresh paused. "He's right."
"You mean there are absolutely no ladies out---" Augustus paused and looked at the Common Room door.
"Pureblood."
"How'd you figure out the password?"
A laugh. "You need to broaden your horizons, ma petite."
"What the hell--" Lucius began.
"Dear God--" Rabastan said at the exact same time.
The door opened to admit two Gryffindor girls. "--what have I done to deserve this?" he finished, pressing his back against the couch.
"Pardonnez-nous," the dark-haired one waved to Augustus, who was a good friend.
"Excusez-nous," the blonde one said as she followed inside.
"We'll be borrowing Rabastan for the evening," Rosalind declared, taking one of Rabastan's arms.
"We'll return him promptly in the morning," Dominique affirmed, taking Rabastan's other arm. They both heaved him up to his feet and began conversing in French as they dragged the Slytherin boy out the door. The door closed behind them, the carpet having skid marks from where Rabastan had dug his heels in.
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Augustus Rookwood, Amycus Carrow, Evan Rosier, Rosalind Bungs, Dominique Weasley; Bellatrix and others mentioned
Rating: GP
Word Count: 639 words
Summary: The Slytherin boys discuss Valentine's Day.
Author's Notes: Written for my Rab/Ros prompt table: #07 Valentine's Day.
Rabastan raised an eyebrow as Rodolphus came bustling into the Common Room with a large bouquet of red roses. Evan and Amycus paused their game of wizard's chess to watch Rod's progress across the Common Room. Even Lucius couldn't maintain indifference to the situation. Suresh, however, was the first to vocalize a reaction. "Do you really think that is going to impress Bella?"
"Hush. Don't destroy the young lad's dreams," Augustus grinned. "Let him attempt his profession of love."
"...while we sit back and watch the carnage," Rabastan said, leaning back against the couch.
Amycus and Evan sniggered. Lucius returned his attention to the book he had been perusing. "Yes, let Rodolphus try. Who knows, maybe Cupid's arrow will strike the fair maiden's heart today," Lucius looked up. "Or perhaps it'll be the fair maiden striking our young lad...around the head with a Beater's bat."
"Ah, the only reason you can afford to talk is because Cissa's easier to please," Rod retorted as he wobbled towards the staircases towards the girl's dormitories.
"It isn't my fault you picked the sister with a temper," Lucius retorted, returning his attention to his book.
"Anyone care to help me up the stairs?" Rod asked. Lucius was pointedly ignoring him by focusing on his book. Evan and Amycus had returned their attention to their game of chess. Suresh was watching with mild amusement. Rabastan finally spoke up:
"You know what? I'd love to see you try," he grinned and cast the charm they had created to temporarrily lift the ward on the stairs. Rod hustled up towards the girls' rooms.
A minute later, Rod was sprawled at the bottom of the steps, roses on top of his head. "Why'd none of you tell me she was allergic?"
"You didn't ask," Lucius replied, flipping a page.
"Don't feel too bad, Rod," Augustus said, looking up from Amycus and Evan's chess game. "Valentine's is a Muggle holiday."
"Yeah," Rabastan agreed. "We can't consider it a holiday if they don't even cancel classes for it."
"Besides, it's commercial," Evan added.
Suresh rolled his eyes. "Sure, and the chocolates Daphne received these morning were...?"
Evan twitched. "You're one to talk, Mister Slytherin. We suppose you had absolutely nothing to do with the wildflowers deposited at the Hufflepuff table."
"I did not," Suresh flared.
"And that is why Nymphadora Tonks walked around the entire day with green hair," Amycus grinned.
"Sod off, Amycus," Rod rolled his eyes. "You were elbowed out by a Weasley."
"Astoria's been bewitched, I tell you!" he declared.
The entire party turned to the only member who had kept quiet. "Huh, Rabastan's being unusually quiet," Amycus narrowed his eyes.
"That is because, unlike any of you," Rabastan replied. "I have not gone off the deep end and done something completely ludicrous."
"Huh," Suresh paused. "He's right."
"You mean there are absolutely no ladies out---" Augustus paused and looked at the Common Room door.
"Pureblood."
"How'd you figure out the password?"
A laugh. "You need to broaden your horizons, ma petite."
"What the hell--" Lucius began.
"Dear God--" Rabastan said at the exact same time.
The door opened to admit two Gryffindor girls. "--what have I done to deserve this?" he finished, pressing his back against the couch.
"Pardonnez-nous," the dark-haired one waved to Augustus, who was a good friend.
"Excusez-nous," the blonde one said as she followed inside.
"We'll be borrowing Rabastan for the evening," Rosalind declared, taking one of Rabastan's arms.
"We'll return him promptly in the morning," Dominique affirmed, taking Rabastan's other arm. They both heaved him up to his feet and began conversing in French as they dragged the Slytherin boy out the door. The door closed behind them, the carpet having skid marks from where Rabastan had dug his heels in.