*facepalms*
It was all due last week?!
Ah, to hell with it.
I made good use of my time today, though! I actually wrote something! Sure, it's probably not very good, but hey. I cranked it out in a day, and it's the first thing I've cranked out in quite a while.
Got the idea randomly, it's about Remus and Tonks' kids when they're about... six and four. Mehh.
"I don't think this is such a good idea, Ella."
"Nonsense!" answered the little girl, waving her brother's worries aside. "This isn't like last time, Rom! We're at home this time."
"Yes, but… but Dad-"
"Dad's asleep!"
"But… can we ask him, then?" asked the little boy, his blue eyes wide and casting glances at the hall that led to their parent's bedroom.
"No! You heard what Mum said! 'Don't bother Dad, he's had a rough night,' you heard her, Rom, you heard her." With that, Ella proceeded with her plan and quickly pushed the stool from its place behind the rarely used stove to the counter. She studied the floor and the counter, as if measuring its height, Romulus watching her.
"Don't get us into trouble, Ella," he pleaded.
"Oh, you bloody Gryffindor," she said, about to put her foot on the stool.
"Ella! Grandmum told you not to say that word anymore."
"It's what Uncle Severus calls Dad," she said simply, as if that were enough to justify her using the phrase too.
Romulus sighed and tried desperately to find another reason to stop Ella from climbing up the counter. "It's not high enough," he said finally, peering at the stool.
"What?"
"The stool's too small," he clarified, hoping that this bit of logic would stop his sister from getting them into trouble. However, he knew by then that Ella could not be talked out of things.
"I can use the cupboard," she grinned, stepping onto the stool as her brother looked back at the hall, following his sister in the end and acting as the look-out. Once on the stool, Ella reached her arms up onto the counter and hoisted herself up, using the handle from the cupboard to put her foot on and push herself up. Her foot nearly slipped, which made Romulus, who had turned around to watch his sister's latest acrobatic venture, gasp. She made it up, her knees touched the counter and she quickly scrambled on, turning to sit on it, her legs hanging from the side, to grin at her brother.
"Made it!" she said proudly, waving down at him.
"The vase! Mummy's favourite!" he squeaked, pointing at the porcelain vase with large blue flowers that was dangerously near Ella's elbow.
"Don't worry!" she called down, and turned around to get the biscuit tin. Romulus already had his blanket ready, spread out in his arms to catch the biscuits. As Ella's arm jerked back from pulling the lid off the tin, it came into contact with that vase and sent it over the counter where it smashed spectacularly on the floor. Romulus gasped and jumped back, and Ella stared at the broken pieces with wide brown eyes, clutching the tin to her.
"What's all this noise? Can't sleep," said Dad, walking into the kitchen and smiling, looking at both of them and, knowing Ella, assuming what had happened.
"We were hungry," she explained quickly, still clutching the tin as Dad took Romulus' hand and moved him away from the broken vase.
"Couldn't wait until dinner, eh? I understand perfectly, Miss Lupin, I'm quite hungry myself. Pity about the vase, though," Dad sighed and looked down at the pieces.
"It was an accident," Rom said quickly as Dad took the tin from Ella, set it aside, and lifted her off the counter.
"I mean, pity we can actually fix it," Dad said, taking out his wand, muttering a repairing charm and picking up the vase, "Your Mum hates this thing."
Ah, to hell with it.
I made good use of my time today, though! I actually wrote something! Sure, it's probably not very good, but hey. I cranked it out in a day, and it's the first thing I've cranked out in quite a while.
Got the idea randomly, it's about Remus and Tonks' kids when they're about... six and four. Mehh.
"I don't think this is such a good idea, Ella."
"Nonsense!" answered the little girl, waving her brother's worries aside. "This isn't like last time, Rom! We're at home this time."
"Yes, but… but Dad-"
"Dad's asleep!"
"But… can we ask him, then?" asked the little boy, his blue eyes wide and casting glances at the hall that led to their parent's bedroom.
"No! You heard what Mum said! 'Don't bother Dad, he's had a rough night,' you heard her, Rom, you heard her." With that, Ella proceeded with her plan and quickly pushed the stool from its place behind the rarely used stove to the counter. She studied the floor and the counter, as if measuring its height, Romulus watching her.
"Don't get us into trouble, Ella," he pleaded.
"Oh, you bloody Gryffindor," she said, about to put her foot on the stool.
"Ella! Grandmum told you not to say that word anymore."
"It's what Uncle Severus calls Dad," she said simply, as if that were enough to justify her using the phrase too.
Romulus sighed and tried desperately to find another reason to stop Ella from climbing up the counter. "It's not high enough," he said finally, peering at the stool.
"What?"
"The stool's too small," he clarified, hoping that this bit of logic would stop his sister from getting them into trouble. However, he knew by then that Ella could not be talked out of things.
"I can use the cupboard," she grinned, stepping onto the stool as her brother looked back at the hall, following his sister in the end and acting as the look-out. Once on the stool, Ella reached her arms up onto the counter and hoisted herself up, using the handle from the cupboard to put her foot on and push herself up. Her foot nearly slipped, which made Romulus, who had turned around to watch his sister's latest acrobatic venture, gasp. She made it up, her knees touched the counter and she quickly scrambled on, turning to sit on it, her legs hanging from the side, to grin at her brother.
"Made it!" she said proudly, waving down at him.
"The vase! Mummy's favourite!" he squeaked, pointing at the porcelain vase with large blue flowers that was dangerously near Ella's elbow.
"Don't worry!" she called down, and turned around to get the biscuit tin. Romulus already had his blanket ready, spread out in his arms to catch the biscuits. As Ella's arm jerked back from pulling the lid off the tin, it came into contact with that vase and sent it over the counter where it smashed spectacularly on the floor. Romulus gasped and jumped back, and Ella stared at the broken pieces with wide brown eyes, clutching the tin to her.
"What's all this noise? Can't sleep," said Dad, walking into the kitchen and smiling, looking at both of them and, knowing Ella, assuming what had happened.
"We were hungry," she explained quickly, still clutching the tin as Dad took Romulus' hand and moved him away from the broken vase.
"Couldn't wait until dinner, eh? I understand perfectly, Miss Lupin, I'm quite hungry myself. Pity about the vase, though," Dad sighed and looked down at the pieces.
"It was an accident," Rom said quickly as Dad took the tin from Ella, set it aside, and lifted her off the counter.
"I mean, pity we can actually fix it," Dad said, taking out his wand, muttering a repairing charm and picking up the vase, "Your Mum hates this thing."