SK - #35 Deadly - Another One Bites the Dust
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Another One Bites the Dust
Prompt: #35 Deadly
Genre: Gen.
Characters: Adam Wilkes and Circe Wilkes. Unnamed girl mentioned.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 371
Author's Note: All characters belong to JKR but most of the characterisations came from the extraordinary members of lumos_founders // Written for genie_tragique in lumos_founders. Jackie, plz to be checking how badly I got Circe wrong!
Summary: A usual day in the Wilkes household.
Adam scratched the back of his neck as he yawned and strolled down the stairs. The thought of whether whoever the girl he had slept with the night before had made it out alive never crossed his mind. It never did. He never usually saw them again anyway, so what difference did it make whether they were dead or alive? It was just a worry to a generally unworried mind.
He found his sister already in the kitchen, a knife sharing the same hand as her coffee mug. It was bloodied but Adam didn’t ask questions about things like that. Circe sat down at the counter-table in the middle of the room, drinking deeply from her coffee. She didn’t put the knife down, but she turned her head in just a way that meant the blade missed her cheek.
Adam made his way around the counter to the sink, where he gave a random mug a quick rinse and then charmed the water left inside it to boil. It took him until he was spooning in the coffee grains to notice his feet were wet, but he didn’t actually look down until he’d finished making his drink.
The sight of blood never made Adam squeamish, but it did make him blink when he saw that the blood had been soaked up by his pyjama trousers. He shook his leg out to the side to get the excess off but then gave up and left it. Breakfast continued as normal.
When you go outside to throw something in the main bin, you wouldn’t usually expect a corpse to be half hanging out of it. Adam, however, didn’t pay it much attention until it got in the way. He frowned at its bloodied face and silently screaming mouth and then tilted his head at it as he tried to remember what it had looked like before. She’d been average looking, nothing special. He didn’t remember her name and he didn’t remember how old she was. She had been nothing and now she clearly wasn’t anything but dead now.
He shrugged and went back into the kitchen. Circe had gone leaving another knife groove in the table top to signify yet another dead fling.
Title: Another One Bites the Dust
Prompt: #35 Deadly
Genre: Gen.
Characters: Adam Wilkes and Circe Wilkes. Unnamed girl mentioned.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 371
Author's Note: All characters belong to JKR but most of the characterisations came from the extraordinary members of lumos_founders // Written for genie_tragique in lumos_founders. Jackie, plz to be checking how badly I got Circe wrong!
Summary: A usual day in the Wilkes household.
Adam scratched the back of his neck as he yawned and strolled down the stairs. The thought of whether whoever the girl he had slept with the night before had made it out alive never crossed his mind. It never did. He never usually saw them again anyway, so what difference did it make whether they were dead or alive? It was just a worry to a generally unworried mind.
He found his sister already in the kitchen, a knife sharing the same hand as her coffee mug. It was bloodied but Adam didn’t ask questions about things like that. Circe sat down at the counter-table in the middle of the room, drinking deeply from her coffee. She didn’t put the knife down, but she turned her head in just a way that meant the blade missed her cheek.
Adam made his way around the counter to the sink, where he gave a random mug a quick rinse and then charmed the water left inside it to boil. It took him until he was spooning in the coffee grains to notice his feet were wet, but he didn’t actually look down until he’d finished making his drink.
The sight of blood never made Adam squeamish, but it did make him blink when he saw that the blood had been soaked up by his pyjama trousers. He shook his leg out to the side to get the excess off but then gave up and left it. Breakfast continued as normal.
When you go outside to throw something in the main bin, you wouldn’t usually expect a corpse to be half hanging out of it. Adam, however, didn’t pay it much attention until it got in the way. He frowned at its bloodied face and silently screaming mouth and then tilted his head at it as he tried to remember what it had looked like before. She’d been average looking, nothing special. He didn’t remember her name and he didn’t remember how old she was. She had been nothing and now she clearly wasn’t anything but dead now.
He shrugged and went back into the kitchen. Circe had gone leaving another knife groove in the table top to signify yet another dead fling.