For Islablack
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Written for: islablack for the drabble swap. Hope you like it!
Characters: Neville/Charlie
Rating: PG (slash implied)
Neville set the crate of items Charlie had asked him to bring onto a tiny end-table.
“So this is where you stay when you’re away,” Neville remarked, glancing up at the bare, dark rafters of the preserve housing. “It’s…um…...spartan,” he finished honestly.
Charlie laughed, putting a dragon-shaped kettle on the stove and lighting the grate with his wand. “It is at that, but I’m usually only here to sleep. Speaking of which, you are going to be able to stay for a few days, aren’t you? There’s so much I want to show you.”
Neville tried to suppress a shudder. That sounded like several days of flying around dodging dinosaur-sized reptiles. “I guess I dragged you through my alpine moss collection,” he said, trying to sound sporting about it. “It’s only fair.”
As if something had heard his reluctant thoughts, there came a long, deep rumbling from outside. It was so loud that Neville felt it almost as much as heard it.
Charlie’s hand was a calming weight on his arm. “You won’t notice that after a while,” he promised. “It’ll just be like…. bluebirds singing at your window.”
“Yeah, right,” he muttered. “I don’t know that I’m going to get much sleep here.”
“Well, I don’t know that you will, either,” Charlie allowed, a smile starting to crinkle the corners of his eyes. “When I said there was a lot I wanted to show you…. I wasn’t necessarily talking about dragons.”
Written for: islablack for the drabble swap. Hope you like it!
Characters: Neville/Charlie
Rating: PG (slash implied)
Neville set the crate of items Charlie had asked him to bring onto a tiny end-table.
“So this is where you stay when you’re away,” Neville remarked, glancing up at the bare, dark rafters of the preserve housing. “It’s…um…...spartan,” he finished honestly.
Charlie laughed, putting a dragon-shaped kettle on the stove and lighting the grate with his wand. “It is at that, but I’m usually only here to sleep. Speaking of which, you are going to be able to stay for a few days, aren’t you? There’s so much I want to show you.”
Neville tried to suppress a shudder. That sounded like several days of flying around dodging dinosaur-sized reptiles. “I guess I dragged you through my alpine moss collection,” he said, trying to sound sporting about it. “It’s only fair.”
As if something had heard his reluctant thoughts, there came a long, deep rumbling from outside. It was so loud that Neville felt it almost as much as heard it.
Charlie’s hand was a calming weight on his arm. “You won’t notice that after a while,” he promised. “It’ll just be like…. bluebirds singing at your window.”
“Yeah, right,” he muttered. “I don’t know that I’m going to get much sleep here.”
“Well, I don’t know that you will, either,” Charlie allowed, a smile starting to crinkle the corners of his eyes. “When I said there was a lot I wanted to show you…. I wasn’t necessarily talking about dragons.”