A Disparate Pair (Events)
Title: A Disparate Pair (An 'Events' Drabble)
Char.s: Scorpius, Turia, Titus, Hermione, Severus, Lennart(OC), unnamed young woman(OC)
Team: Spying for Fire-wingèd Feather Dusters
Chal.: Child/Rose & Scorpius
Rating: PG
Wd.Ct.: 100 x 2
AN: Usually, the Events drabbles don't need prior knowledge, but I strongly recommend reading 180 and So You Said before this pair. Otherwise, Events is archived at TPP and my website.
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Scorpius scowled blackly at his bastard uncle, son of his grandfather and, of all people, Scorpius’s Scandinavian au pair. He’d never particularly minded before; after all, such things happened, and a Malfoy was a Malfoy-though the bend sinister was certainly not the same as a son of the house. And Lennart hadn’t been such a bad kid- kind of like a little brother.
But today, he wished Grandmother Narcissa had managed to geld Grandfather. Scorpius’s scowl deepened as Turia, glorious in golden dress robes, took her place beside the younger man, equally golden and gorgeous, and declared her vows.
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Severus scowled blackly at the couples gracefully swaying upon the dance floor, his arms crossed over his chest.
“They’re going to accuse you of plotting murder,” Hermione whispered in his ear.
“I am,” he replied, but relaxed enough to slip an arm around his wife. She smiled sympathetically.
“It had to happen eventually,” she said.
“No, it didn’t,” he snapped back, more harshly than he’d meant. Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder, careless of its fancy style.
“All children grow up,” she murmured, a tear escaping down her cheek as they watched their twins dance at their double wedding.
Char.s: Scorpius, Turia, Titus, Hermione, Severus, Lennart(OC), unnamed young woman(OC)
Team: Spying for Fire-wingèd Feather Dusters
Chal.: Child/Rose & Scorpius
Rating: PG
Wd.Ct.: 100 x 2
AN: Usually, the Events drabbles don't need prior knowledge, but I strongly recommend reading 180 and So You Said before this pair. Otherwise, Events is archived at TPP and my website.
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Scorpius scowled blackly at his bastard uncle, son of his grandfather and, of all people, Scorpius’s Scandinavian au pair. He’d never particularly minded before; after all, such things happened, and a Malfoy was a Malfoy-though the bend sinister was certainly not the same as a son of the house. And Lennart hadn’t been such a bad kid- kind of like a little brother.
But today, he wished Grandmother Narcissa had managed to geld Grandfather. Scorpius’s scowl deepened as Turia, glorious in golden dress robes, took her place beside the younger man, equally golden and gorgeous, and declared her vows.
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Severus scowled blackly at the couples gracefully swaying upon the dance floor, his arms crossed over his chest.
“They’re going to accuse you of plotting murder,” Hermione whispered in his ear.
“I am,” he replied, but relaxed enough to slip an arm around his wife. She smiled sympathetically.
“It had to happen eventually,” she said.
“No, it didn’t,” he snapped back, more harshly than he’d meant. Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder, careless of its fancy style.
“All children grow up,” she murmured, a tear escaping down her cheek as they watched their twins dance at their double wedding.