A Bit of Goo (R; Weasley Twins)
Title: Bit of Goo
Date/Challenge: 4 - aching with some nameless need at 30_hath
Character/Pairing: Fred and George
Rating: R (for situation and language)
Word Count: 722
Genre/Warnings: I decided to get creative.
“Tell me where it hurts, George! This isn’t about your pathetic pride. This is about getting the next batch right. George? Answer me!” Fred’s hand hurt from pounding on the door but things had turned dire with that last spell. It looked as if he wasn’t going to see George again until it wore off. By then, all the data would be lost and useless.
“Go away, Fred.”
Fred’s cheeks flushed to almost the same red as his hair. “I will not go away. Ouch! I may start kicking soon since I’m bruising my hand,” he muttered, wincing as he saw the bruise starting to discolor his flesh.
Since he’d been screaming for five minutes, he decided to change tactics. Throwing the water in his glass onto the dying potted plant in the corner, he placed it against the door and leaned in so he could feel the cool glass against his ear. What he wouldn’t give for a set of Extendable Ears but they’d given their last pair to Ron last week. No time to make more, what with these new items to test and refine. April first was coming quickly and they needed to have stocked shelves.
“Bugger,” he muttered when he realized he was only hearing the ocean. No… that wasn’t anything like the ocean the more he thought about it. He was hearing moaning. George was MOANING! He sounded like a pre-teen with a copy of Witch Weekly trying to hide from his mum in the loo. Not that George had been that kind of pre-teen, of course. Or that he knew anything about that kind of behavior.
“George! Come out and let me see what the potion has done to you. If nothing else, I can give you some sort of antidote. Or pain reliever, from the sounds of it.”
There was a distinct shuffling sound. “Don’t you… dare. Leave me be.”
“Fine. Be like that.” He was thoroughly disgusted with his brother. They were partners, after all. What one experienced, the other was supposed to document. It was how they knew that their products were the best around. He would have to take one for the team and try the product himself.
A tiny bit of potion still stewed at the bottom of the cauldron, a brownish cast having tinted the green syrup. It also smelled something like… well, like fish guts. They’d have to work on that. Couldn’t have this potion reminding anyone of taking fish oil. He still remembered having to down the stuff as a child when his mother thought he might be feverish. Wiping up a bit with his finger, he sniffed at it again to see if anything smelled off. With his brother out of commission, he didn’t want to suddenly start convulsing from a bit of potion that was suddenly off.
“Oh, what the hell. Here’s to Fanny’s mum.”
A warm feeling spread from his throat to all his extremities, seeming to keep going out his fingers and toes. He almost expected to see that those appendages had gotten longer but no, they were still the same size they’d always been. The potion seemed to also be shooting out of another bit of him. It had gotten bigger, although no bigger than any other time. Funny, he usually had to work harder to get it to respond like this. There’d been a girl his Third Year who’d made him feel like this but she’d turned out to be half-Veela. Made him swear off women of that persuasion for life. It wasn’t worth it!
Fred took a couple of deep breaths, feeling as if he’d swallowed light. It was the only way to explain what was going on inside of him. He’d only had a tiny bit. George must be… SWEET MERLIN. George must be going out of his mind!
When he tried to run for the door, he found he had a problem. The light was starting to, um, harden. His legs felt like lead and his arms didn’t want to lift above his shoulders. Other things were… well, rather more stiff than normal. In affect, he was rooted to the spot to enjoy this glorious torment. Letting out a groan that mimiced his brother’s from earlier, he decided to enjoy it for the little time he had of it.
Date/Challenge: 4 - aching with some nameless need at 30_hath
Character/Pairing: Fred and George
Rating: R (for situation and language)
Word Count: 722
Genre/Warnings: I decided to get creative.
“Tell me where it hurts, George! This isn’t about your pathetic pride. This is about getting the next batch right. George? Answer me!” Fred’s hand hurt from pounding on the door but things had turned dire with that last spell. It looked as if he wasn’t going to see George again until it wore off. By then, all the data would be lost and useless.
“Go away, Fred.”
Fred’s cheeks flushed to almost the same red as his hair. “I will not go away. Ouch! I may start kicking soon since I’m bruising my hand,” he muttered, wincing as he saw the bruise starting to discolor his flesh.
Since he’d been screaming for five minutes, he decided to change tactics. Throwing the water in his glass onto the dying potted plant in the corner, he placed it against the door and leaned in so he could feel the cool glass against his ear. What he wouldn’t give for a set of Extendable Ears but they’d given their last pair to Ron last week. No time to make more, what with these new items to test and refine. April first was coming quickly and they needed to have stocked shelves.
“Bugger,” he muttered when he realized he was only hearing the ocean. No… that wasn’t anything like the ocean the more he thought about it. He was hearing moaning. George was MOANING! He sounded like a pre-teen with a copy of Witch Weekly trying to hide from his mum in the loo. Not that George had been that kind of pre-teen, of course. Or that he knew anything about that kind of behavior.
“George! Come out and let me see what the potion has done to you. If nothing else, I can give you some sort of antidote. Or pain reliever, from the sounds of it.”
There was a distinct shuffling sound. “Don’t you… dare. Leave me be.”
“Fine. Be like that.” He was thoroughly disgusted with his brother. They were partners, after all. What one experienced, the other was supposed to document. It was how they knew that their products were the best around. He would have to take one for the team and try the product himself.
A tiny bit of potion still stewed at the bottom of the cauldron, a brownish cast having tinted the green syrup. It also smelled something like… well, like fish guts. They’d have to work on that. Couldn’t have this potion reminding anyone of taking fish oil. He still remembered having to down the stuff as a child when his mother thought he might be feverish. Wiping up a bit with his finger, he sniffed at it again to see if anything smelled off. With his brother out of commission, he didn’t want to suddenly start convulsing from a bit of potion that was suddenly off.
“Oh, what the hell. Here’s to Fanny’s mum.”
A warm feeling spread from his throat to all his extremities, seeming to keep going out his fingers and toes. He almost expected to see that those appendages had gotten longer but no, they were still the same size they’d always been. The potion seemed to also be shooting out of another bit of him. It had gotten bigger, although no bigger than any other time. Funny, he usually had to work harder to get it to respond like this. There’d been a girl his Third Year who’d made him feel like this but she’d turned out to be half-Veela. Made him swear off women of that persuasion for life. It wasn’t worth it!
Fred took a couple of deep breaths, feeling as if he’d swallowed light. It was the only way to explain what was going on inside of him. He’d only had a tiny bit. George must be… SWEET MERLIN. George must be going out of his mind!
When he tried to run for the door, he found he had a problem. The light was starting to, um, harden. His legs felt like lead and his arms didn’t want to lift above his shoulders. Other things were… well, rather more stiff than normal. In affect, he was rooted to the spot to enjoy this glorious torment. Letting out a groan that mimiced his brother’s from earlier, he decided to enjoy it for the little time he had of it.