Henrietta (PG; GG/PP)
Title: Henrietta
Claim: Gregory Goyle/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 415
Prompt: 36 - magical creatures at potterverse100
Thanks for the number, Dawn!
Pansy pulled out Spellman’s Syllabary and opened it up to the part she’d marked earlier. The fire was giving out enough light that she didn’t need to light any of the candles she’s set up earlier. Bits of color from the sunset still stained the far wall but she wasn’t up for paying attention to anything but her schoolwork.
“I found a couple of meat pies.”
She glanced up, rolled her eyes and went back to staring at the swirling letters. “Whatever. I told you to find something reasonably healthy. Meat pies are full of grease.”
Gregory sat down across from her, cleared some of his books out of the way, and laid out his treasure. A flask of pumpkin juice joined the wrapped pies and a bag of carrots.
“Sure,” she griped. “You get something for Henrietta but doing even listen to what I want.”
“Quit complaining,” Gregory murmured, looking around the shadowy room. “What did you do with her?”
Pansy snapped a couple of times, pretending she didn’t care what happened but she was equally interested to see where the dun-colored rabbit was hiding out. She hadn’t seen her in the last twenty minutes, probably because Gregory had left the room. As much as she enjoyed watching the animal interact with Gregory, she was still leery of doing anything more than patting it on the head from time to time.
A soft pink nose hit against her hand, causing her to stifle a gasp. “Did you see that?” she asked quietly. “She actually came when I snapped.”
When he began to laugh, Pansy picked up the rabbit and snuggled it against her chest. “Fine. Laugh. I’ve never had a tame animal before. The twins were the closest I came to anything resembling a pet.”
She tried not to jump when he reached over to pet the smooth hair under her ears. It was hard when his hand kept going when he reached her arm, sliding up to her shoulder. Even through her shirt, she could feel the heat of his hand. She wasn’t fond of sharing but getting a pet with Gregory had been the best idea he’d ever had. If the shop owner could be believed, they’d be enjoying all sorts of luck soon. She didn’t believe it but it never hurt for the two of them to have a few things go their way these days. They could use any sort of luck that came their way, rabbit or no rabbit.
Claim: Gregory Goyle/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 415
Prompt: 36 - magical creatures at potterverse100
Thanks for the number, Dawn!
Pansy pulled out Spellman’s Syllabary and opened it up to the part she’d marked earlier. The fire was giving out enough light that she didn’t need to light any of the candles she’s set up earlier. Bits of color from the sunset still stained the far wall but she wasn’t up for paying attention to anything but her schoolwork.
“I found a couple of meat pies.”
She glanced up, rolled her eyes and went back to staring at the swirling letters. “Whatever. I told you to find something reasonably healthy. Meat pies are full of grease.”
Gregory sat down across from her, cleared some of his books out of the way, and laid out his treasure. A flask of pumpkin juice joined the wrapped pies and a bag of carrots.
“Sure,” she griped. “You get something for Henrietta but doing even listen to what I want.”
“Quit complaining,” Gregory murmured, looking around the shadowy room. “What did you do with her?”
Pansy snapped a couple of times, pretending she didn’t care what happened but she was equally interested to see where the dun-colored rabbit was hiding out. She hadn’t seen her in the last twenty minutes, probably because Gregory had left the room. As much as she enjoyed watching the animal interact with Gregory, she was still leery of doing anything more than patting it on the head from time to time.
A soft pink nose hit against her hand, causing her to stifle a gasp. “Did you see that?” she asked quietly. “She actually came when I snapped.”
When he began to laugh, Pansy picked up the rabbit and snuggled it against her chest. “Fine. Laugh. I’ve never had a tame animal before. The twins were the closest I came to anything resembling a pet.”
She tried not to jump when he reached over to pet the smooth hair under her ears. It was hard when his hand kept going when he reached her arm, sliding up to her shoulder. Even through her shirt, she could feel the heat of his hand. She wasn’t fond of sharing but getting a pet with Gregory had been the best idea he’d ever had. If the shop owner could be believed, they’d be enjoying all sorts of luck soon. She didn’t believe it but it never hurt for the two of them to have a few things go their way these days. They could use any sort of luck that came their way, rabbit or no rabbit.