In Safe Hands (Neville/Parvati) (4/100)
Written for 100quills
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Title: In Safe Hands
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 100.2
Prompt: Touch
Prompt Table: A Bracelet With Elephants
Word Count: 457
Summary: Parvati wonders why it’s always her.
When she was 13…
“I think Trevor is under your chair,” Parvati remarked to her best friend, squinting into the dim recesses.
“Get him off!” Lavender waved her copy of Witch Weekly through the air.
“He’s not ON you, he’s under you.” Parvati knelt down and reached into the shadows. A moment later she rocked back on her heels with Trevor in her hands. “Aha!”
“Oh, ugh, Parvati, how can you pick that thing up?”
“How can you call yourself a witch and be afraid to touch a toad?” Parvati shot back. She sat down on the floor and began to carefully remove the lint and dust from the creature’s delicate skin. Trevor began making little chirping noises that were almost birdlike. Parvati hoped that was a good sign. Even if it wasn’t… well, toads didn’t have any teeth.
“Poor thing needs some water, I think.” Parvati climbed carefully to her feet. “I’m going to take him outside and put him in the fountain for a while. If Neville comes looking, tell him we’re in the courtyard.”
Ignoring Lavender’s protests, Parvati headed out of the Common Room with a bounce in her step.
“So why are you always wandering off from poor Neville?” she asked the toad, as she toted him down the long stairway. “And why is it always me that finds you? I’ve found you in my dresser drawer, I’ve found you in Divination class under the tea cup table ~ and how you got up a ladder I’ll never know ~ I’ve even found you in the library. No wonder Neville can never keep track.”
The courtyard fountain was full of recent rain, and a fresh bloom of tiny green aquatic plants.
She set Trevor in the water and watched him kick off through the knutweed. “There. You look better already. It’s important to stay moisturized, you know.”
Parvati sat down on the edge of the fountain beside one of the four guardian statues. She wasn’t sure if Trevor could get out of the stone basin on his own, he wasn’t a sticky-footed frog after all. She’d let him have a swim and then scoop him out and take him back to his owner. Neville would be so grateful ~ he always lit up when she returned his pet to him. Neville had nice, large hands, she reflected, she’d noticed that all the times she’d set Trevor safely into them.
The water looked black and inviting on such a hot day. After a quick look around for witnesses, Parvati slipped off her shoes and eased her feet into the cool water with a sigh. It was fun living in a tower, but it meant a heck of a lot of stairs. If she ever became Headmistress, she was installing a lift.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Title: In Safe Hands
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 100.2
Prompt: Touch
Prompt Table: A Bracelet With Elephants
Word Count: 457
Summary: Parvati wonders why it’s always her.
When she was 13…
“I think Trevor is under your chair,” Parvati remarked to her best friend, squinting into the dim recesses.
“Get him off!” Lavender waved her copy of Witch Weekly through the air.
“He’s not ON you, he’s under you.” Parvati knelt down and reached into the shadows. A moment later she rocked back on her heels with Trevor in her hands. “Aha!”
“Oh, ugh, Parvati, how can you pick that thing up?”
“How can you call yourself a witch and be afraid to touch a toad?” Parvati shot back. She sat down on the floor and began to carefully remove the lint and dust from the creature’s delicate skin. Trevor began making little chirping noises that were almost birdlike. Parvati hoped that was a good sign. Even if it wasn’t… well, toads didn’t have any teeth.
“Poor thing needs some water, I think.” Parvati climbed carefully to her feet. “I’m going to take him outside and put him in the fountain for a while. If Neville comes looking, tell him we’re in the courtyard.”
Ignoring Lavender’s protests, Parvati headed out of the Common Room with a bounce in her step.
“So why are you always wandering off from poor Neville?” she asked the toad, as she toted him down the long stairway. “And why is it always me that finds you? I’ve found you in my dresser drawer, I’ve found you in Divination class under the tea cup table ~ and how you got up a ladder I’ll never know ~ I’ve even found you in the library. No wonder Neville can never keep track.”
The courtyard fountain was full of recent rain, and a fresh bloom of tiny green aquatic plants.
She set Trevor in the water and watched him kick off through the knutweed. “There. You look better already. It’s important to stay moisturized, you know.”
Parvati sat down on the edge of the fountain beside one of the four guardian statues. She wasn’t sure if Trevor could get out of the stone basin on his own, he wasn’t a sticky-footed frog after all. She’d let him have a swim and then scoop him out and take him back to his owner. Neville would be so grateful ~ he always lit up when she returned his pet to him. Neville had nice, large hands, she reflected, she’d noticed that all the times she’d set Trevor safely into them.
The water looked black and inviting on such a hot day. After a quick look around for witnesses, Parvati slipped off her shoes and eased her feet into the cool water with a sigh. It was fun living in a tower, but it meant a heck of a lot of stairs. If she ever became Headmistress, she was installing a lift.