Three double-drabbles

[florahart]

So, for a long time I wrote Charlie and inell wrote Hermione for an RPG, in which they had a son, Quin, who was very tiny and kind of unexpected. Today I wrote her three little double-drabbles in that 'verse, largely inspired by the cake I am eating. They are each involving a different birthday. Oh. If you weren't reading there, Quin calls his parents Tip and Bat, because they teasingly called each other Chip and Brat, and he decided early these were their names. He's stubborn (go figure). These may not make tons of sense to anyone else, but anyway.



"Wot dis?" Quin poked the cake with one finger and found it had sticky, squishy chocolate all over it. He held up the finger with the pointy blob. "Bat! Dis tate haves wots of dis." He stuck the finger in his mouth, smearing some on his chin, and grinned. "It dood."

"Quin! You're supposed to blow out the candle first!"

"Tandle? Dis tandle not fiwes." He poked the unlit candle, tilting it to one side at an angle. "I bwow," he agreed. The candle stayed put. "It not doe out," he said. "Bat, hep wif bwow out?"

Hermione sighed and removed the candle. "Very good."

"Now we tan eat it?" Quin beamed.

"Yes, Quin. You blew out the candle. Now we can eat it. No! With our fork."

He scowled. "Fort is too hawd. Dis hands is more stwishy."

Charlie leaned over. "If you eat with your fork, you can have the last squishy bite with your fingers, okay?"

"Tay." Quin pushed the fork into the icing, back first, and looked up again. "Need hep."

Charlie chuckled. "All you have to do is ask." He brought Quin to his lap and pulled the plate over as well. "Here we go."

"How come they get two cakes?" Quin crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the table. "Pink cakes."

"Because," Charlie said, "there are two of them, and your sisters like pink things. Much to your mother's chagrin."

"Yeah, but I don't get two, and I'm way bigger than them."

Charlie shook his head. "Unless you can work out a way to have two of you--" He stopped as Quin brightened and turned to run out the door. When he wasn't back in thirty seconds, he stood and went to the door to see where he'd gone, only to run right into him coming back. He bit his lip and tried to look stern. "Quin. Charming Fezzik's hair ginger doesn't make you eligible for twin cakes."

"I'm six. I'm not that good at charms yet."

"Yes, and your mum catches you charming the dog, you're going to have a problem."

Quin frowned and turned to the ridiculous dog. "Uh, I don't know how to fix him. Help?"

Charlie restored Fezzik and scooped Quin up onto his shoulder, spinning him. "Tell you a secret, though."

"What?"

"Their cakes are little. Yours'll be bigger, when you're seven. Deal?"

Quin grinned. "Deal."

"Tip?"

"Are you ever going to stop calling me that?"

"Why?"

"Good point. What?"

"Why's Bat all…"

"Because her baby is eleven. It means you go off to Hogwarts in the autumn."

"Yeah, I know. But why--"

Charlie shook his head. "She's going to miss you a lot, is all."

"But it's months away still."

"I know. Still."

"And she has the girls, and Ned and Jamie."

"Yes, but none of them are the oldest."

"That's silly."

"Don't give her a hard time. Honestly. Besides. It's to your benefit."

"Why?"

"Did you get a look at that cake?"

Quin grinned broadly. "Yeah. It's enormous."

"I think she might have gone a little bit overboard."

"It's okay. I can eat it."

"I thought you mightn't mind." Charlie reached suddenly, snagging Quin to pull into his lap. "I'm going to miss you too, you know."

"I'll be just right up the road, practically."

"I know. But you used to be just this big." Charlie held up his hands in measurement.

"I'm big now."

"I know." Charlie ruffled his hair, then let him up. "Go see if your mum needs help. Nicely."

"Why would I be mean? She's making me chocolate cake, Tip."