Apprenticeship (PG; Megan, Susan)
Title: Apprenticeship
Characters: Megan, Susan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Double Drabble pic at minorhp100
The letter fluttered to the floor but Megan didn’t care. She’d been waiting months for this news, spending more time searching the sky for an owl than she did watching what was going on around her. And now…
Your mother and I talked it over. We think you should accept even though we have some reservations. It’s the experience of a lifetime. You’ll need to…
Wasn’t that what she’d told them when she’d asked their permission to apply to the program? An apprenticeship with the makers of the Firebolt brooms was more than she’d ever dreamed of for the summer after she left Hogwarts for good but now…
“Ready?” Susan asked. “The boys have the picnic stuff all packed.”
There wouldn’t be many more nice days like this before the end of the school year. Instead of trying to decide right now if she wanted to make brooms or ride them this summer, Megan decided she needed to enjoy being with her friends. No matter what she chose, she wouldn’t have nearly as much time for them as she would like.
“Convinced them to bring something besides liverwurst?”
Susan shook her head sadly. “Nope. We would need another seven years.”
Characters: Megan, Susan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Double Drabble pic at minorhp100
The letter fluttered to the floor but Megan didn’t care. She’d been waiting months for this news, spending more time searching the sky for an owl than she did watching what was going on around her. And now…
Your mother and I talked it over. We think you should accept even though we have some reservations. It’s the experience of a lifetime. You’ll need to…
Wasn’t that what she’d told them when she’d asked their permission to apply to the program? An apprenticeship with the makers of the Firebolt brooms was more than she’d ever dreamed of for the summer after she left Hogwarts for good but now…
“Ready?” Susan asked. “The boys have the picnic stuff all packed.”
There wouldn’t be many more nice days like this before the end of the school year. Instead of trying to decide right now if she wanted to make brooms or ride them this summer, Megan decided she needed to enjoy being with her friends. No matter what she chose, she wouldn’t have nearly as much time for them as she would like.
“Convinced them to bring something besides liverwurst?”
Susan shook her head sadly. “Nope. We would need another seven years.”