Fic: Another Round
Title: Another Round
Summary: A band of merry men have a good time in the middle of a war.
Characters/Pairings: Caradoc Dearborn, Frank Longbottom, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Genre: Humor
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for innuendo, man banter? and drinking, if you think that requires parental guidance.
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 558
Author's Note: Nod to the Ravenclaws who are celebrating Viking week, read and see what is mentioned :)
It had been a long and tedious day of pomp and ceremony, a speech from the Minster of Magic, previous Auror graduates, gruff words from Mad-Eye, but it meant, for these Aurors, that three years of training were over and done, the hard part was over, and that the job of finding Dark Wizards, officially theirs.
Tomorrow, that is. For now, a small group of young, newly instated Aurors celebrates at the Hogshead Pub.
"Another round for these excellent blokes, good sir!" Frank waves, sloshing a bit of his pint down the front of his shirt. "Aberforth, Abe, Abe ABE, ANOTHER ROUND!"
"I think he heard you," Kingsley Shacklebolt, voice deep but nonetheless amused, snorts and sips his ale. "This one's on you, then? I had the last one."
"Yes, and we bought the first six-"
"-each."
Gideon and Fabian Prewett, of course, are present. Red faced. Grinning, and eyes slightly open. "Here's to Kingsley Shacklebolt, his hoop earring and graduating. I mean... here's to his Aurorship Kingsley Shacklebolt, may he Auror your mother well, Frank." Gideon raises his glass and snorts into it before taking a large swig.
"Speaking of Frank, this is for Frank, who only passed because he made those pretty doe eyes at the proctor." Fabian adds, clinking glasses with Kingsley, who valiantly tries to hold back his laughter.
"Oi, is it take the mickey out of Frank night, or what, gents?" Frank asks with a drunken, forlorn glare. "What about you sods? What's your toast?"
"To Gideon-" Fabian starts.
"And Fabian," Gideon adds, "descendants of William the Conqueror-"
"Conqueror of Frank's mother-"
"-descendants of Vikings and Thor-"
"And Thor's Hammer-"
"-which helped in conquering Frank's mother." Kingsley adds matter-of-factly.
"The twin wonders that rival their forefathers Castor and Pollux-"
And as the two young men continue on their list of exaggerated ancestry, Caradoc Dearborn slips into the booth, nodding at Frank who looks slightly displeased and amused all at once. "What's going on, then? Prewetts sloshed beyond repair again?"
"Either they've been hitting the mythology books or they actually are that brilliant when drunk, but they just said they were related to Thor." Kingsley replies, chuckling as he takes another drink.
"Oi, Prewetts!" Caradoc calls, "What in the name of Great Odin's Raven are you doing?"
"Celebrating-"
"Clearly."
"Celebrating?" Caradoc's face falls. "What? With everything that's going on? Don't you think it's a bit insensitive?"
Their corner of the bar is silent until Fabian speaks up, "What, and let those slimy bastards think they've some kind of effect on us? We're Auror's now, and the best of our year-"
"-Except for Frank-"
"Oi!"
"Sorry, Frank, only joking." Gideon grins. "Ah, but seriously, Caradoc, mate, gotta have a little fun once in a while, and besides, we're Aurors now, all four of us."
Frank nods vehemently. Drunk by association and encouraged by Gideon and Fabian, he stands, and pounds his chest. "Hell, we're bloody invincible! I'd like to see them try and stop us."
"As our Viking ancestors say-"
"You're not bloody Vikings because Thor wasn't real" Caradoc mutters, amused.
"SKÅL!" The clinking of glasses and uproarious laughter goes on well into the morning, as the young men inside celebrate and it gives them each the slightest bit of hope that everything will be okay.
Charyse//Gryffindor
Summary: A band of merry men have a good time in the middle of a war.
Characters/Pairings: Caradoc Dearborn, Frank Longbottom, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Genre: Humor
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for innuendo, man banter? and drinking, if you think that requires parental guidance.
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 558
Author's Note: Nod to the Ravenclaws who are celebrating Viking week, read and see what is mentioned :)
It had been a long and tedious day of pomp and ceremony, a speech from the Minster of Magic, previous Auror graduates, gruff words from Mad-Eye, but it meant, for these Aurors, that three years of training were over and done, the hard part was over, and that the job of finding Dark Wizards, officially theirs.
Tomorrow, that is. For now, a small group of young, newly instated Aurors celebrates at the Hogshead Pub.
"Another round for these excellent blokes, good sir!" Frank waves, sloshing a bit of his pint down the front of his shirt. "Aberforth, Abe, Abe ABE, ANOTHER ROUND!"
"I think he heard you," Kingsley Shacklebolt, voice deep but nonetheless amused, snorts and sips his ale. "This one's on you, then? I had the last one."
"Yes, and we bought the first six-"
"-each."
Gideon and Fabian Prewett, of course, are present. Red faced. Grinning, and eyes slightly open. "Here's to Kingsley Shacklebolt, his hoop earring and graduating. I mean... here's to his Aurorship Kingsley Shacklebolt, may he Auror your mother well, Frank." Gideon raises his glass and snorts into it before taking a large swig.
"Speaking of Frank, this is for Frank, who only passed because he made those pretty doe eyes at the proctor." Fabian adds, clinking glasses with Kingsley, who valiantly tries to hold back his laughter.
"Oi, is it take the mickey out of Frank night, or what, gents?" Frank asks with a drunken, forlorn glare. "What about you sods? What's your toast?"
"To Gideon-" Fabian starts.
"And Fabian," Gideon adds, "descendants of William the Conqueror-"
"Conqueror of Frank's mother-"
"-descendants of Vikings and Thor-"
"And Thor's Hammer-"
"-which helped in conquering Frank's mother." Kingsley adds matter-of-factly.
"The twin wonders that rival their forefathers Castor and Pollux-"
And as the two young men continue on their list of exaggerated ancestry, Caradoc Dearborn slips into the booth, nodding at Frank who looks slightly displeased and amused all at once. "What's going on, then? Prewetts sloshed beyond repair again?"
"Either they've been hitting the mythology books or they actually are that brilliant when drunk, but they just said they were related to Thor." Kingsley replies, chuckling as he takes another drink.
"Oi, Prewetts!" Caradoc calls, "What in the name of Great Odin's Raven are you doing?"
"Celebrating-"
"Clearly."
"Celebrating?" Caradoc's face falls. "What? With everything that's going on? Don't you think it's a bit insensitive?"
Their corner of the bar is silent until Fabian speaks up, "What, and let those slimy bastards think they've some kind of effect on us? We're Auror's now, and the best of our year-"
"-Except for Frank-"
"Oi!"
"Sorry, Frank, only joking." Gideon grins. "Ah, but seriously, Caradoc, mate, gotta have a little fun once in a while, and besides, we're Aurors now, all four of us."
Frank nods vehemently. Drunk by association and encouraged by Gideon and Fabian, he stands, and pounds his chest. "Hell, we're bloody invincible! I'd like to see them try and stop us."
"As our Viking ancestors say-"
"You're not bloody Vikings because Thor wasn't real" Caradoc mutters, amused.
"SKÅL!" The clinking of glasses and uproarious laughter goes on well into the morning, as the young men inside celebrate and it gives them each the slightest bit of hope that everything will be okay.
Charyse//Gryffindor