Only thing that's on my mind
Characters: Fiona Wood, Ewan Wood, & Megan Ackerley
Authors: kate_lamb and leigh_lamb
Date set: 2034
Rating: Anyone
Summary: Ewan and Megan have a chat while waiting on Fiona after a match.
The game had been close. Portree finally pulled it out, but Ewan knew his little sister would be steaming over it anyway. Fi was a girl of intense emotion - when she was happy, she was really happy, but when she was angry, well, she was rather like a tempest in a teacup. Too small to do any real damage, but churning for all she was worth.
Peering into the hall that led to the team’s locker room, he called, “Come on, Fi! You can stew on the way to Mum and Da’s!”
Megan hitched her kit up over her shoulder, wincing ever so slightly when the movement aggravated her tender shoulder. Eight hours of Quidditch wasn’t a record by any means, but it was still a long time to be on a broom. Add in the fact that she was constantly ducking bludgers, opposing players, and throwing a Quaffle with all her might... well, it was enough to make the most hardened of Quidditch players wince.
Stepping out into the hallway, her lips couldn't’ help but twitch at the voice that called down the corridor. “She’s stewing in the shower. I’d settle in for a wait if I were you,” she called back.
His head clunked against the wall as he sighed. “Fantastic. It’s not as if you lost, Fiona,” he hollered, before turning his eyes to the brunette approaching from within. “Well played, Ackerly. Fi told me you’d been fitting in well, looks like she was right. Don’t suppose you want to drag her scrawny arse out for me?”
“With the mood she was in?” Megan snorted. “I might be a rookie, Wood, but I’m not stupid. You’re welcome to try it yourself, though. She’s the last one left.”
Ewan crinkled his nose. There was no way he was charging in to grab his angry, wet, naked sister from the shower. Not even if Mum would be peevish that they were late for the weekly family gathering. “I could just go without her,” he said thoughtfully, knowing he wouldn’t. Showing up late and irritating Mum was less hassle than turning up sans his sister and brassing off Da. “Or I could take you. My folks are getting older, I reckon I could pass you off as one of us.”
Megan’s lips twitched into a broader grin, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly despite her fatigue. “I don’t think Uncle Oli and Aunt Romy are that old,” she said. “Besides, I’m missing a few dozen tattoos; that might tip them off.”
“I suppose there’s no time to remedy that...” he admitted, eying Megan speculatively.
She gave him a significant look. “If you’d like to tempt the wrath of my dad, go right ahead and try,” she said ominously, though the upwards twitch of her lips belied her words. “Besides, I’m not as skinny as Fi, and I know we can’t fix that in ten minutes.
Scoffing, Ewan ran an appraising eye over the young woman he’d known for as long as he could remember. “You’re hardly a piglet yourself, Megs. Even with your ruffles, you’re not what anyone could call bulky.” She had a few more curves than Fiona, but Megan was still a tiny thing.
She wasn’t so sure about that. Compared to most of the girls she ran around with, Megan was a bit on the heftier side. “Well, I’m no toothpick like Fi, ergo.”
Just then a still-wet-haired Fiona stalked from the locker rooms, stopping in front of her friend and teammate and scowling. “Yes, and that’s just what all the men are looking for. They look out at crowds of women with breasts and arses and think ‘if only they could all be stick-like’.”
Ewan thought it best to remain silent.
Megan wasn’t stupid enough to spar with Fi when she was in a mood like this. While she didn’t think there was a witch alive with a mood to rival her mother’s, Megan knew Fi ran a close second.
“That’s my cue to head out,” she said, hitching her bag up again. “I’ll see you two later.”
“You’re welcome to join us,” Ewan offered. “You could protect me from my crabby sister.”
“I’m not crabby, Ewan Michael! I’m perfectly amiable.” She wasn’t, of course, but neither was she in the mood to let her brother win. Maybe later she’d visit Jonathan and work out her aggression.
Sneaking a glance at Fi’s indignant look, Megan gave Ewan a little smile. Amiable, her arse. “I think I’ll let you have Wood family bonding time without a tag along. Thanks for the invite, though.”
Ewan shrugged. “It was worth a try.” Turning to his sister, he grumbled, “Come on, Fi-zilla. Let’s go make merry,” grabbing her arm and Apparating before she had a chance to object.
Megan couldn’t help a little laugh as the pair disappeared from sight. She hadn’t ever really thought about him, but Ewan was kinda cute in a nerdy sort of way.
Get it out of your head, Ackers, she told herself with an eye roll as she pulled out her wand and Disapperated for home.
Authors: kate_lamb and leigh_lamb
Date set: 2034
Rating: Anyone
Summary: Ewan and Megan have a chat while waiting on Fiona after a match.
The game had been close. Portree finally pulled it out, but Ewan knew his little sister would be steaming over it anyway. Fi was a girl of intense emotion - when she was happy, she was really happy, but when she was angry, well, she was rather like a tempest in a teacup. Too small to do any real damage, but churning for all she was worth.
Peering into the hall that led to the team’s locker room, he called, “Come on, Fi! You can stew on the way to Mum and Da’s!”
Megan hitched her kit up over her shoulder, wincing ever so slightly when the movement aggravated her tender shoulder. Eight hours of Quidditch wasn’t a record by any means, but it was still a long time to be on a broom. Add in the fact that she was constantly ducking bludgers, opposing players, and throwing a Quaffle with all her might... well, it was enough to make the most hardened of Quidditch players wince.
Stepping out into the hallway, her lips couldn't’ help but twitch at the voice that called down the corridor. “She’s stewing in the shower. I’d settle in for a wait if I were you,” she called back.
His head clunked against the wall as he sighed. “Fantastic. It’s not as if you lost, Fiona,” he hollered, before turning his eyes to the brunette approaching from within. “Well played, Ackerly. Fi told me you’d been fitting in well, looks like she was right. Don’t suppose you want to drag her scrawny arse out for me?”
“With the mood she was in?” Megan snorted. “I might be a rookie, Wood, but I’m not stupid. You’re welcome to try it yourself, though. She’s the last one left.”
Ewan crinkled his nose. There was no way he was charging in to grab his angry, wet, naked sister from the shower. Not even if Mum would be peevish that they were late for the weekly family gathering. “I could just go without her,” he said thoughtfully, knowing he wouldn’t. Showing up late and irritating Mum was less hassle than turning up sans his sister and brassing off Da. “Or I could take you. My folks are getting older, I reckon I could pass you off as one of us.”
Megan’s lips twitched into a broader grin, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly despite her fatigue. “I don’t think Uncle Oli and Aunt Romy are that old,” she said. “Besides, I’m missing a few dozen tattoos; that might tip them off.”
“I suppose there’s no time to remedy that...” he admitted, eying Megan speculatively.
She gave him a significant look. “If you’d like to tempt the wrath of my dad, go right ahead and try,” she said ominously, though the upwards twitch of her lips belied her words. “Besides, I’m not as skinny as Fi, and I know we can’t fix that in ten minutes.
Scoffing, Ewan ran an appraising eye over the young woman he’d known for as long as he could remember. “You’re hardly a piglet yourself, Megs. Even with your ruffles, you’re not what anyone could call bulky.” She had a few more curves than Fiona, but Megan was still a tiny thing.
She wasn’t so sure about that. Compared to most of the girls she ran around with, Megan was a bit on the heftier side. “Well, I’m no toothpick like Fi, ergo.”
Just then a still-wet-haired Fiona stalked from the locker rooms, stopping in front of her friend and teammate and scowling. “Yes, and that’s just what all the men are looking for. They look out at crowds of women with breasts and arses and think ‘if only they could all be stick-like’.”
Ewan thought it best to remain silent.
Megan wasn’t stupid enough to spar with Fi when she was in a mood like this. While she didn’t think there was a witch alive with a mood to rival her mother’s, Megan knew Fi ran a close second.
“That’s my cue to head out,” she said, hitching her bag up again. “I’ll see you two later.”
“You’re welcome to join us,” Ewan offered. “You could protect me from my crabby sister.”
“I’m not crabby, Ewan Michael! I’m perfectly amiable.” She wasn’t, of course, but neither was she in the mood to let her brother win. Maybe later she’d visit Jonathan and work out her aggression.
Sneaking a glance at Fi’s indignant look, Megan gave Ewan a little smile. Amiable, her arse. “I think I’ll let you have Wood family bonding time without a tag along. Thanks for the invite, though.”
Ewan shrugged. “It was worth a try.” Turning to his sister, he grumbled, “Come on, Fi-zilla. Let’s go make merry,” grabbing her arm and Apparating before she had a chance to object.
Megan couldn’t help a little laugh as the pair disappeared from sight. She hadn’t ever really thought about him, but Ewan was kinda cute in a nerdy sort of way.
Get it out of your head, Ackers, she told herself with an eye roll as she pulled out her wand and Disapperated for home.