drabble: Untoward; fic: A Frank Interlude
Title: Untoward
Summary: Response to Drabble Challenge #53 "This is untoward!"
Characters: James of the Potters, Remus Lupin(sky, spooky scary)
Genre: Crack
Ratings/Warnings: G mcG
Word Count: 85
"This is untoward." James says as he collapses onto his four poster bed.
"Sorry Prongs, what?" Remus asks with that voice the Marauders knew was the Remus Regards Your Word Usage With Disdain voice.
"This is not toward. Winning a match only to get rejected-"
"What did you do this time?"
"I did nothing, Evans was being untoward." James replies and rants, for nearly ten minutes about her stubbornness.
When Remus can take no more of James' rhapsodizing he said, with a small cough, "Prongs... you're untoward."
Title A Frank Interlude
Summary: Response to Ficlet Challenge #26 "I can't talk now, I have to go get my wallet out of the toaster
Characters: Frank Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Fabian and Gideon Prewett
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Ratings/Warnings: None
Word Count: 498
"You know who this is just open the door." An exasperated voice says from the outside.
"What was that? You know, we can't be too careful these days." Gideon says airily, knowing full well who was on the other side.
Fabian snorts, "You know the rules, Frank my dear. Say the magic phrase first lest you're jesting and you're a Death Eater in a Frank Suit."
"Does that come in other sizes aside from tall scrappy sod?" Gideon asks.
Frank bangs his head against the door repeatedly then sighs "I can't talk now, I have to get my wallet out of the toaster."
"That's the golden ticket." Fabian says jovially and opens the door. "Why the long face, Frank?"
"Har har, I see what you've done there." Frank says rolling his eyes. "Making fun of my height and my saddened countenance-"
"Multisyllabic words have no home here." Gideon says.
"That's precisely why you're responsible for the code sentence." Fabian counters and he quickly adds "That's the last excuse some bird gave you for not being able to go on a second date."
Gideon makes an 'O' with his mouth and then clears his throat, speaking in a much deeper voice, "So, Frank, why're you here, mate?"
"I may or may not have misplaced the wedding rings, and I may or may not have told Alice." Frank mutters. "You know, she's dangerous with a wand."
"Er, yes, Frank... we know." Fabian answers lightly. "Didn't try a little Accio?"
"Well see, I had them with me when we were out at pub last night and-"
"Oh, Merlin Frank." The Prewett twins chorus.
Fabian sighs, "Well, let's go put our Outstanding Tracking skills to use, Gid."
"Ah bless you." Frank deflates, relieved. "Do me a favor and hold on to them till the wedding on Saturday?"
"Us? You're joking right? Important things are Molly's jurisdiction." Gideon chuckles.
The three are about to step out into the front garden when the slow steady voice of one Kingsley Shacklebolt booms "Were you three sods about to go on some stupid overly elaborate mission?"
"I feel like that last bit was directed at us." Gideon mutters to his brother. "No, Kings, no fancy getaways, no flourishy wandwaving, just good old detective work."
Kingsley chuckles, "Morons. If you're looking for these," he takes two rings out of his pockets, "you gave them to me last night-"
"Wise choice." Fabian comments.
"And I'm holding on to them till Saturday, which is far more than you can ask from the Wonder Twins." Kingsley finishes. "And yes, Frank, I've spoken to Alice."
"Deus Ex Machina, that's your middle name, Kingsley." Frank says, throwing his arms around him and kissing his cheeks.
"Alright alright, get off, you wanker." Kingsley says with feigned disgust. "Oh, am I supposed to give the code sentence or do you trust that I am Kingsley Shacklebolt?"
"No you don't need to-"
"Yes, I love a good Gideon ego bruising."
Kingsley clears his throat and in a high pitched voice says "I can't talk now, I have to get my wallet out of the toaster."
Summary: Response to Drabble Challenge #53 "This is untoward!"
Characters: James of the Potters, Remus Lupin(sky, spooky scary)
Genre: Crack
Ratings/Warnings: G mcG
Word Count: 85
"This is untoward." James says as he collapses onto his four poster bed.
"Sorry Prongs, what?" Remus asks with that voice the Marauders knew was the Remus Regards Your Word Usage With Disdain voice.
"This is not toward. Winning a match only to get rejected-"
"What did you do this time?"
"I did nothing, Evans was being untoward." James replies and rants, for nearly ten minutes about her stubbornness.
When Remus can take no more of James' rhapsodizing he said, with a small cough, "Prongs... you're untoward."
Title A Frank Interlude
Summary: Response to Ficlet Challenge #26 "I can't talk now, I have to go get my wallet out of the toaster
Characters: Frank Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Fabian and Gideon Prewett
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Ratings/Warnings: None
Word Count: 498
"You know who this is just open the door." An exasperated voice says from the outside.
"What was that? You know, we can't be too careful these days." Gideon says airily, knowing full well who was on the other side.
Fabian snorts, "You know the rules, Frank my dear. Say the magic phrase first lest you're jesting and you're a Death Eater in a Frank Suit."
"Does that come in other sizes aside from tall scrappy sod?" Gideon asks.
Frank bangs his head against the door repeatedly then sighs "I can't talk now, I have to get my wallet out of the toaster."
"That's the golden ticket." Fabian says jovially and opens the door. "Why the long face, Frank?"
"Har har, I see what you've done there." Frank says rolling his eyes. "Making fun of my height and my saddened countenance-"
"Multisyllabic words have no home here." Gideon says.
"That's precisely why you're responsible for the code sentence." Fabian counters and he quickly adds "That's the last excuse some bird gave you for not being able to go on a second date."
Gideon makes an 'O' with his mouth and then clears his throat, speaking in a much deeper voice, "So, Frank, why're you here, mate?"
"I may or may not have misplaced the wedding rings, and I may or may not have told Alice." Frank mutters. "You know, she's dangerous with a wand."
"Er, yes, Frank... we know." Fabian answers lightly. "Didn't try a little Accio?"
"Well see, I had them with me when we were out at pub last night and-"
"Oh, Merlin Frank." The Prewett twins chorus.
Fabian sighs, "Well, let's go put our Outstanding Tracking skills to use, Gid."
"Ah bless you." Frank deflates, relieved. "Do me a favor and hold on to them till the wedding on Saturday?"
"Us? You're joking right? Important things are Molly's jurisdiction." Gideon chuckles.
The three are about to step out into the front garden when the slow steady voice of one Kingsley Shacklebolt booms "Were you three sods about to go on some stupid overly elaborate mission?"
"I feel like that last bit was directed at us." Gideon mutters to his brother. "No, Kings, no fancy getaways, no flourishy wandwaving, just good old detective work."
Kingsley chuckles, "Morons. If you're looking for these," he takes two rings out of his pockets, "you gave them to me last night-"
"Wise choice." Fabian comments.
"And I'm holding on to them till Saturday, which is far more than you can ask from the Wonder Twins." Kingsley finishes. "And yes, Frank, I've spoken to Alice."
"Deus Ex Machina, that's your middle name, Kingsley." Frank says, throwing his arms around him and kissing his cheeks.
"Alright alright, get off, you wanker." Kingsley says with feigned disgust. "Oh, am I supposed to give the code sentence or do you trust that I am Kingsley Shacklebolt?"
"No you don't need to-"
"Yes, I love a good Gideon ego bruising."
Kingsley clears his throat and in a high pitched voice says "I can't talk now, I have to get my wallet out of the toaster."