FAD again
Title: Taste Test
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Gideon Prewett, Bertie Bott, OC
Summary: Gideon questions why he does things, only to realize that sometimes there is a plan he is unaware of.
Word Count: 721
Author's Notes:MAX OUT YAY!
Registered purchases?: both
Nobody ever liked to be a tester for Bertie Bott. You might think that working for the creator of the famous (or perhaps infamous) Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans would be the best job in the world, but it was not. Gideon Prewett was miserable. He had eaten a stinky sock, followed by a slug, and then tar. He was quite convinced that his employer was trying to kill him. He missed the good days where he was able to create his own, much more fun flavours. He would even be content for the ‘strange’ days where he made ones like pickle, onion, or even pine needles. He was beginning to seriously question his employment.
Normally the ‘crappy’ days would happen weeks, if not months apart. It was now Wednesday, and every day this week had been a crappy one. He had thrown up twice yesterday it was so bad, but still he came back for more. It wasn’t even like there was a super attractive girl there to keep his attention. No, no. He just ate beans and tried not to think of this as a poor life decision. He had quite a few of those in his day. Namely the time that Fabian had convinced him that the baby bonnet and an umbrella would carry him gracefully from the roof of the house to the garden. Forgetting of course things like ‘gravity’ or ‘garden gnomes who were angry at his brother and ready to rip either of them limb from limb’. It was an interesting experience and Molly had insisted on playing nurse every second their mother wasn’t around. Then there was the time that Fabian had convinced him to kiss an Easter Egg. He had neglected to mention that it was a Dragon’s egg, which then gave him Dragon Pox and he missed the field trip to the wizarding zoo. Fabian still got to go, though. The Pox hit him pretty hard, really. Not just in the emotional way where he didn’t get to go to the zoo, which for an eight year old is pretty much the end of the world. There was also the physical way. Certainly he had all the typical symptoms of the illness, but they lasted for much much longer than they should have. What should have been two weeks at the most lasted nearly three months. It was no wonder that he read so much after that. It was evident his brother was trying to kill him.
Now his boss was trying to kill him. Not in any conventional way. Oh no. Now he was being forced to eat the brussel sprout bean. One would have been bad enough, but no, there were multiple varities. Gideon gave serious thought to crying. This was unbelievable. He was going ot go out after this and drink himself into a stupor to the point of being unable to count to one before morning. Oh he had his night planned in his head. Whitney Lynn Hutnick walked in at that moment though, and changed the course of his entire life. She was tall and lean with long blond hair. She was absolutely stunning and he knew at that exact second he had to do whatever he could to meet her. Well not meet her, do things with her outside of work. She sat down with him at the table.
“What is she making us try today?”
“I was on brussell sprouts, but I think she’s moving on to something else now.” Gideon offered a smile as he felt his cheeks redden. Unfortunately he was entirely unaware of the green jelly beans left staining his teeth.
Whitney laughed, which really only made Gideon feel all the more charming and intelligent. Sure, leave it to Gideon to feel intelligent for talking about sprouts. “So other than eating beans that taste like sweaty armpits, what do you like to do?”
“That’s it!” Bertie cheered from the door. “Sweaty armpits! Brilliant Gideon! I’m giving you a raise! Way to think outside of the box my boy, well done indeed. I’m certainly glad I kept you on all this time, you’re brilliant!”
Gideon heaved a sigh and hung his head.
“That’s ok.” Whitney patted his arm. “You can take me out for a drink later and make it up to me.”
721/30= 2423+10=33 more points for KERRI OF GRYFFINDOR
YAY MAXING OUT ON FAD!
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Gideon Prewett, Bertie Bott, OC
Summary: Gideon questions why he does things, only to realize that sometimes there is a plan he is unaware of.
Word Count: 721
Author's Notes:MAX OUT YAY!
Registered purchases?: both
Nobody ever liked to be a tester for Bertie Bott. You might think that working for the creator of the famous (or perhaps infamous) Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans would be the best job in the world, but it was not. Gideon Prewett was miserable. He had eaten a stinky sock, followed by a slug, and then tar. He was quite convinced that his employer was trying to kill him. He missed the good days where he was able to create his own, much more fun flavours. He would even be content for the ‘strange’ days where he made ones like pickle, onion, or even pine needles. He was beginning to seriously question his employment.
Normally the ‘crappy’ days would happen weeks, if not months apart. It was now Wednesday, and every day this week had been a crappy one. He had thrown up twice yesterday it was so bad, but still he came back for more. It wasn’t even like there was a super attractive girl there to keep his attention. No, no. He just ate beans and tried not to think of this as a poor life decision. He had quite a few of those in his day. Namely the time that Fabian had convinced him that the baby bonnet and an umbrella would carry him gracefully from the roof of the house to the garden. Forgetting of course things like ‘gravity’ or ‘garden gnomes who were angry at his brother and ready to rip either of them limb from limb’. It was an interesting experience and Molly had insisted on playing nurse every second their mother wasn’t around. Then there was the time that Fabian had convinced him to kiss an Easter Egg. He had neglected to mention that it was a Dragon’s egg, which then gave him Dragon Pox and he missed the field trip to the wizarding zoo. Fabian still got to go, though. The Pox hit him pretty hard, really. Not just in the emotional way where he didn’t get to go to the zoo, which for an eight year old is pretty much the end of the world. There was also the physical way. Certainly he had all the typical symptoms of the illness, but they lasted for much much longer than they should have. What should have been two weeks at the most lasted nearly three months. It was no wonder that he read so much after that. It was evident his brother was trying to kill him.
Now his boss was trying to kill him. Not in any conventional way. Oh no. Now he was being forced to eat the brussel sprout bean. One would have been bad enough, but no, there were multiple varities. Gideon gave serious thought to crying. This was unbelievable. He was going ot go out after this and drink himself into a stupor to the point of being unable to count to one before morning. Oh he had his night planned in his head. Whitney Lynn Hutnick walked in at that moment though, and changed the course of his entire life. She was tall and lean with long blond hair. She was absolutely stunning and he knew at that exact second he had to do whatever he could to meet her. Well not meet her, do things with her outside of work. She sat down with him at the table.
“What is she making us try today?”
“I was on brussell sprouts, but I think she’s moving on to something else now.” Gideon offered a smile as he felt his cheeks redden. Unfortunately he was entirely unaware of the green jelly beans left staining his teeth.
Whitney laughed, which really only made Gideon feel all the more charming and intelligent. Sure, leave it to Gideon to feel intelligent for talking about sprouts. “So other than eating beans that taste like sweaty armpits, what do you like to do?”
“That’s it!” Bertie cheered from the door. “Sweaty armpits! Brilliant Gideon! I’m giving you a raise! Way to think outside of the box my boy, well done indeed. I’m certainly glad I kept you on all this time, you’re brilliant!”
Gideon heaved a sigh and hung his head.
“That’s ok.” Whitney patted his arm. “You can take me out for a drink later and make it up to me.”
721/30= 2423+10=33 more points for KERRI OF GRYFFINDOR
YAY MAXING OUT ON FAD!