Carbon Dating
Title: Carbon Dating
Challenge: coal
Team: Spying for femmes du poulet flambé
Words: 100
Rating: G
Char: Severus, Hermione, assorted bg peoples
AN: This _is_ what I intended to write yesterday when 'Chair' popped out. I like to think of it as a… possibility… from the 'Unexpected Events' universe, if anyone remembers that one. During the writing, the HP OST's 'Weasley Stomp' kept playing in my head. (It gives me visions of an early Victorian dance party, with women whirling about in enormous hoop skirts.)
And the title is due to ancient history geekiness and its associated bad punnage.
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Snape, ever-so-slightly jealous, watched Hermione bounce from friend to friend, brilliantly happy while passing out gifts.
She eventually handed him an enormous something-or-other. “Shall we see what Santa brought you?” she asked saucily.
“A lump of coal, no doubt.”
“Possibly.” She near-twinkled, whirling away again. A weight landed surreptitiously in his pocket. Eyebrow quirked, he fished out a plain, tiny box.
A broad gold band, diamond embedded in its centre. A note.
Because if I waited on you, I’d be picking white robes at 90.
Severus slipped the ring on and draped his hand ever-so-casually-and prominently-over the mantelpiece.
Challenge: coal
Team: Spying for femmes du poulet flambé
Words: 100
Rating: G
Char: Severus, Hermione, assorted bg peoples
AN: This _is_ what I intended to write yesterday when 'Chair' popped out. I like to think of it as a… possibility… from the 'Unexpected Events' universe, if anyone remembers that one. During the writing, the HP OST's 'Weasley Stomp' kept playing in my head. (It gives me visions of an early Victorian dance party, with women whirling about in enormous hoop skirts.)
And the title is due to ancient history geekiness and its associated bad punnage.
- - - - - - - - -
Snape, ever-so-slightly jealous, watched Hermione bounce from friend to friend, brilliantly happy while passing out gifts.
She eventually handed him an enormous something-or-other. “Shall we see what Santa brought you?” she asked saucily.
“A lump of coal, no doubt.”
“Possibly.” She near-twinkled, whirling away again. A weight landed surreptitiously in his pocket. Eyebrow quirked, he fished out a plain, tiny box.
A broad gold band, diamond embedded in its centre. A note.
Because if I waited on you, I’d be picking white robes at 90.
Severus slipped the ring on and draped his hand ever-so-casually-and prominently-over the mantelpiece.