Happy Birthday and New Year
Pink Sheep RPG
Stepping through the floo, Sam shook the hair out of her eyes as she moved towards her brother's kitchen. Even though she was seventeen and could use magic outside of school, she was still stuck with flooing until she could pass her Apparition tests later in the spring. She couldn't wait until she was done with this abysmal way of travel. Still, a quick check revealed that gifts and the other items she carried were safe and sound.
She wondered how pissed her brother had gotten the night before. Having one's birthday on New Year's day was a recipe for one massive hangover. Hence why she brought cake and bacon. Quietly she began to root through the refrigerator in search of ingredients for a classic fry up.
Blinking bleary eyes, Mandy burrowed deeper into Jake's purloined hoodie as she made her way downstairs as gently as possible. The need for caffeine had outweighed the need to stay in the warm, comfy, Jake-filled bed, so she'd braved the cold, it was his birthday after all, to come down and set the pot going. When she trudged into the kitchen, she found a blessed sight; a ready-to-cook Sam. "You are my favourite girl of the year so far," she announced in a slightly rough voice, slipping onto a bar stool.
"Quite a feat considering it's the first day of the year" Sam smiled and pointed to the coffee pot before turning to the hob. She wasn't yet skilled enough to cook using magic, so it was the muggle way for her. Oh well. "Have a good night?"
"Mmhmm." Mandy headed for the coffee pot, beginning to pour three mugs full. "Learned that one shouldn't allow one's boyfriend to play drinking games with sneaky unspeakables." After a sip, she continued. "Much less join in." She had no idea where Smith had ended up, but was sure that he was suffering, where ever he was.
"I think sneaky comes with the job description," the seventeen year old added helpfully. "But I brought bacon. Hopefully that will be enough to draw them from their alcohol induced comas and join you in shared misery?"
"Greasy things are my favourite things," Mandy told her, steadying the stool she'd returned to so it couldn't spin. "I'm hoping they're more miserable than me. They're bigger, so they can fit more in, right?"
Jake wandered in, hand covering a yawn. "That's not what you said last night."
"That was the tequila talking. You can't trust it." Mandy immediately regretted the emphatic nod she gave, groaning at what she was quite sure was the feeling of her brain colliding with her skull.
"What about the night before that?" Jake countered, swiping a sip of Mandy's coffee. "Morning Sammy." Merlin, he was glad he thought to put a shirt and pajama pants on before he came down. That would have been awkward.
Sam tried to fight the blush that threatened to take over her face. Her brother and sex were things she did not need to hear about. "Morning," she squeaked before turning back to the hob.
The smaller brunette clutched her cup to her chest. "My coffee." An imperious finger pointed at the bench. "Yours is there, birthday brat." Mandy turned slightly so that her yawn was covered by Jake's hood. "Sammy is making breakfast. I love her."
He picked up the steaming mug and took a long drink. "Is that all it takes for you to declare your love? Breakfast. Damn, wish you had told me that earlier."
"It's the fast track. Sammy's special. And I love you differently." Nakedly.
Jake went to open his mouth, but his sister pointed to him. "No need to comment on the type of special, Jacob," she said with a sniff. "Or I won't give you cake."
"There's cake?" He began to look around for the promised sweet.
The teenager resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Of course there's cake. What kind of birthday would it be without cake?"
"A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad birthday," Mandy piped up. "Is it chocolate?" She hoped so, since part of her dinner plans for Jake that evening included a freshly baked cherry pie; she didn't weant him getting too full of the stuff too early.
"Chocolate icing?" Sam said with a shrug. "Yellow cake though."
"Ooh, where?" Jake stood and went to investigate the refridgerator, sure that was where his little sister had hid the precious baked good.
"Jake!" Sam nearly screeched before turning beseechingly at Mandy. "Make him stop! Withhold sex or something."
Pulling out her bossiest frown, Mandy pointed a finger at Jake. "No. Bad Jake. No sex for you." She considered going into greater detail, but was sure Sam didn't want to hear about how Jake wouldn't be getting any blowjobs for a week.
The man pulled a face. "Do I look like the dog to you?"
Mandy tipped her head (gently) to the side, surveying him. "Cute and sometimes smelly? Sounds similar enough to me."
"But I don't think you have sex with the dog, do you?" Sam suggested with a mischievous grin as she struggled not to blush.
"Sam!"
Pouting, Mandy snuggled her coffee to her chest. "Ew. Jake, make her stop."
"I thought you loved me? And he started it." Sam stuck her tongue out. "Perhaps I'll just take the bacon and keep it all to myself."
"Can't do that on his birthday," Mandy noted, waiting for Jake to give up his hunt and come and snuggle her instead.
The seventeen year old shook her head, resolute. "Can too. I'm a little sister. It's my right. So if he's not nice. I'm hoarding all the bacon."
If this had been any other person other than his little sister, Jake would have made a comment. Instead, he went to stand behind Mandy, chin resting on her shoulder. He stucked his tongue out at Sam.
The younger Hufflepuff mimicked her brother's actions.
"Be nice," Mandy murmured, closing her eyes as she leaned in to Jake. "I need bacon. And hash browns, do we have those?"
"I dunno. Sammy, do we have hash browns?" Jake asked.
The teenager looked nonplussed. "Do I look like Cinderella? Do I rescue mice? Sing to birds?"
"You put up with a demanding older sibling." Having explained, Mandy attempted a summoning charm, seeing if any hash browns would make themselves known. A packet landed in her hand as her lips quirked into a victorious grin. "Yay me."
"You know, if you squint and tilt your head to the side, he kinda looks like..."
"Oi!" Jake reached over to poke his sister.
"Like a charming prince?" Mandy tipped her head back to give Jake a winning smile.
"I was going to say ugly stepsister, but whatever floats your boat." Sam shrugged. "Are you two going to be gross now? Do I need to leave?"
"Have you finished cooking breakfast yet?"
Mandy stretched with a yawn. "Need food. Have no energy to be gross." Yet.
Rolling her eyes, Sam turned back to her hob, whistling under her breath, sounding suspiciously like Bibbi-Bobbi-Boo.
"You don't have to get me glass shoes though," Mandy assured Jake, patting his upper arm in a comforting manner.
The man snorted. "Oh gee, thanks, but I thought it was my birthday?"
Mandy's hands went to her pj pants. "Well, if you really want me to give you your present in front of your little sister..."
"Oh, ew." Sam wrinkled her nose. "I'm taking the bacon and see how the rest of your motley crew are doing."
The smaller woman gave a dark chuckle, leaving her clothing be. "I don't know, they may still be unconscious."
"I'm still keeping the bacon," the teenager sniffed poutily.
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Later, after breakfast and lots more coffee, Mandy was curled on the couch with her head in Jake's lap, half-watching the football on the telly. Shuffling footsteps sounded as Cedric, even more wild haired than usual, came down the stairs.
"Morning, birthday, all that," he noted vaguely.
"Missed breakfast, Zombie King," Jake noted with a vague wave of his hand.
"Bastards. Doesn't being King mean I get minions to make me food?"
"If you want brains, sure." Jake shrugged. "With a side order of brains, sure. But that's what you get when you're the Zombie king and your minions are the walking undead. Though if you ask nice, Sam might still be around."
"Nice? When am I not nice, you bastard?" There was no venom in Cedric's voice.
"Well, it doesn't help your case that you're a rum hog," came Mandy's accusing voice.
One of Jake's eyebrows lifted mockingly. "Ha. I win. My case is proved."
"Only because it's your birthday. And because I may be hung over." Idly scratching his head, Ced peered into the kitchen in search of food.
Jake blinked. "Am I the only to realize there is Sober-Up stocked in the hall closet with all the linens? Man, for an Unspeakable, he isn't very sneaky."
Mandy snuggled closer. "Personally, I think he's fooling them. Skates by on the hair."
"Heard that," came Ced's voice as he made for the hall closet. "And leave my hair alone. You're just jealous yours is boring and straight."
"At least I'm not so pale as to sparkle in the damn sunlight. Didn't know zombies came in sparkly," Jake returned.
"Maybe that's why you're not very good at sneaking?" Mandy offered helpfully.
"Shut up, short stuff."
"You shut up. And don't tell my girlfriend to shut up."
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While Jake had spent a late, lazy lunch with his family, Mandy had excused herself to make her own preparations. Their dinner was ready to serve, kept under stasis charms, the table was set, and she'd just changed into her dress. All that was left was to fetch Jake. Giving everything one last look, she Disapparated, landing in his hallway with a crack. "Jake?" Mandy called. "Are you ready for dinner?"
"Depends," he called down the stairs, "is it a fancy dinner or one that I can show up to in my pants? It'll save us time later." The smirk was practically ingrained in his voice.
Mandy wasn't sure she'd mind that too much at all. "Well, no one else will be there, so if the birthday boy wants to come along in his pants, I guess he's allowed."
Jake ambled down the stairs, dressed in nice slacks with a button down and jumper. "Or we could just do it nude and forget all pretenses."
The woman shrugged. "We could, but you might spill hot food on parts I'm rather fond of, and that wouldn't be any fun at all."
"Well whose fault is that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You could have done all cool foods and we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Now we're actually going to have to get undressed."
"I promise to help you with that bit. See how good I am to you?"
"You're fabulous," Jake deadpanned. "Now what's with all the secrecy and where's the food?"
"The secrecy is so we can pretend I'm clever, and if you close your eyes and let me Apparate us, I'll take you to the food. Sound good?" Mandy reached up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
He closed his eyes. "Fine. Just because I'm hungry."
"Hmph. And here I thought loving me might have something to do with it." Wrapping her arms about his waist, Mandy Apparated them directly to the dining room of her family's Spanish villa, nestled on the coast of Majorca. "Abracadabra."
"Well, that may have something to do with it," Jake quipped as he looked around. "Where are we? And do the Unspeakable duo know you've kidnapped me and taken me to another country?"
"What they don't know won't hurt them very much." She flashed him a smile, quite pleased with her surprise. "We're at my parents' holiday villa on the coast of Majorca."
"Ooh, Majorca." He oohed and ahhed appropriately. "So, food?"
{Summary: Jake and Mandy (with help from Ced and Sam) celebrate the new year, & Jake's birthday. There is bacon.}
Stepping through the floo, Sam shook the hair out of her eyes as she moved towards her brother's kitchen. Even though she was seventeen and could use magic outside of school, she was still stuck with flooing until she could pass her Apparition tests later in the spring. She couldn't wait until she was done with this abysmal way of travel. Still, a quick check revealed that gifts and the other items she carried were safe and sound.
She wondered how pissed her brother had gotten the night before. Having one's birthday on New Year's day was a recipe for one massive hangover. Hence why she brought cake and bacon. Quietly she began to root through the refrigerator in search of ingredients for a classic fry up.
Blinking bleary eyes, Mandy burrowed deeper into Jake's purloined hoodie as she made her way downstairs as gently as possible. The need for caffeine had outweighed the need to stay in the warm, comfy, Jake-filled bed, so she'd braved the cold, it was his birthday after all, to come down and set the pot going. When she trudged into the kitchen, she found a blessed sight; a ready-to-cook Sam. "You are my favourite girl of the year so far," she announced in a slightly rough voice, slipping onto a bar stool.
"Quite a feat considering it's the first day of the year" Sam smiled and pointed to the coffee pot before turning to the hob. She wasn't yet skilled enough to cook using magic, so it was the muggle way for her. Oh well. "Have a good night?"
"Mmhmm." Mandy headed for the coffee pot, beginning to pour three mugs full. "Learned that one shouldn't allow one's boyfriend to play drinking games with sneaky unspeakables." After a sip, she continued. "Much less join in." She had no idea where Smith had ended up, but was sure that he was suffering, where ever he was.
"I think sneaky comes with the job description," the seventeen year old added helpfully. "But I brought bacon. Hopefully that will be enough to draw them from their alcohol induced comas and join you in shared misery?"
"Greasy things are my favourite things," Mandy told her, steadying the stool she'd returned to so it couldn't spin. "I'm hoping they're more miserable than me. They're bigger, so they can fit more in, right?"
Jake wandered in, hand covering a yawn. "That's not what you said last night."
"That was the tequila talking. You can't trust it." Mandy immediately regretted the emphatic nod she gave, groaning at what she was quite sure was the feeling of her brain colliding with her skull.
"What about the night before that?" Jake countered, swiping a sip of Mandy's coffee. "Morning Sammy." Merlin, he was glad he thought to put a shirt and pajama pants on before he came down. That would have been awkward.
Sam tried to fight the blush that threatened to take over her face. Her brother and sex were things she did not need to hear about. "Morning," she squeaked before turning back to the hob.
The smaller brunette clutched her cup to her chest. "My coffee." An imperious finger pointed at the bench. "Yours is there, birthday brat." Mandy turned slightly so that her yawn was covered by Jake's hood. "Sammy is making breakfast. I love her."
He picked up the steaming mug and took a long drink. "Is that all it takes for you to declare your love? Breakfast. Damn, wish you had told me that earlier."
"It's the fast track. Sammy's special. And I love you differently." Nakedly.
Jake went to open his mouth, but his sister pointed to him. "No need to comment on the type of special, Jacob," she said with a sniff. "Or I won't give you cake."
"There's cake?" He began to look around for the promised sweet.
The teenager resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Of course there's cake. What kind of birthday would it be without cake?"
"A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad birthday," Mandy piped up. "Is it chocolate?" She hoped so, since part of her dinner plans for Jake that evening included a freshly baked cherry pie; she didn't weant him getting too full of the stuff too early.
"Chocolate icing?" Sam said with a shrug. "Yellow cake though."
"Ooh, where?" Jake stood and went to investigate the refridgerator, sure that was where his little sister had hid the precious baked good.
"Jake!" Sam nearly screeched before turning beseechingly at Mandy. "Make him stop! Withhold sex or something."
Pulling out her bossiest frown, Mandy pointed a finger at Jake. "No. Bad Jake. No sex for you." She considered going into greater detail, but was sure Sam didn't want to hear about how Jake wouldn't be getting any blowjobs for a week.
The man pulled a face. "Do I look like the dog to you?"
Mandy tipped her head (gently) to the side, surveying him. "Cute and sometimes smelly? Sounds similar enough to me."
"But I don't think you have sex with the dog, do you?" Sam suggested with a mischievous grin as she struggled not to blush.
"Sam!"
Pouting, Mandy snuggled her coffee to her chest. "Ew. Jake, make her stop."
"I thought you loved me? And he started it." Sam stuck her tongue out. "Perhaps I'll just take the bacon and keep it all to myself."
"Can't do that on his birthday," Mandy noted, waiting for Jake to give up his hunt and come and snuggle her instead.
The seventeen year old shook her head, resolute. "Can too. I'm a little sister. It's my right. So if he's not nice. I'm hoarding all the bacon."
If this had been any other person other than his little sister, Jake would have made a comment. Instead, he went to stand behind Mandy, chin resting on her shoulder. He stucked his tongue out at Sam.
The younger Hufflepuff mimicked her brother's actions.
"Be nice," Mandy murmured, closing her eyes as she leaned in to Jake. "I need bacon. And hash browns, do we have those?"
"I dunno. Sammy, do we have hash browns?" Jake asked.
The teenager looked nonplussed. "Do I look like Cinderella? Do I rescue mice? Sing to birds?"
"You put up with a demanding older sibling." Having explained, Mandy attempted a summoning charm, seeing if any hash browns would make themselves known. A packet landed in her hand as her lips quirked into a victorious grin. "Yay me."
"You know, if you squint and tilt your head to the side, he kinda looks like..."
"Oi!" Jake reached over to poke his sister.
"Like a charming prince?" Mandy tipped her head back to give Jake a winning smile.
"I was going to say ugly stepsister, but whatever floats your boat." Sam shrugged. "Are you two going to be gross now? Do I need to leave?"
"Have you finished cooking breakfast yet?"
Mandy stretched with a yawn. "Need food. Have no energy to be gross." Yet.
Rolling her eyes, Sam turned back to her hob, whistling under her breath, sounding suspiciously like Bibbi-Bobbi-Boo.
"You don't have to get me glass shoes though," Mandy assured Jake, patting his upper arm in a comforting manner.
The man snorted. "Oh gee, thanks, but I thought it was my birthday?"
Mandy's hands went to her pj pants. "Well, if you really want me to give you your present in front of your little sister..."
"Oh, ew." Sam wrinkled her nose. "I'm taking the bacon and see how the rest of your motley crew are doing."
The smaller woman gave a dark chuckle, leaving her clothing be. "I don't know, they may still be unconscious."
"I'm still keeping the bacon," the teenager sniffed poutily.
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Later, after breakfast and lots more coffee, Mandy was curled on the couch with her head in Jake's lap, half-watching the football on the telly. Shuffling footsteps sounded as Cedric, even more wild haired than usual, came down the stairs.
"Morning, birthday, all that," he noted vaguely.
"Missed breakfast, Zombie King," Jake noted with a vague wave of his hand.
"Bastards. Doesn't being King mean I get minions to make me food?"
"If you want brains, sure." Jake shrugged. "With a side order of brains, sure. But that's what you get when you're the Zombie king and your minions are the walking undead. Though if you ask nice, Sam might still be around."
"Nice? When am I not nice, you bastard?" There was no venom in Cedric's voice.
"Well, it doesn't help your case that you're a rum hog," came Mandy's accusing voice.
One of Jake's eyebrows lifted mockingly. "Ha. I win. My case is proved."
"Only because it's your birthday. And because I may be hung over." Idly scratching his head, Ced peered into the kitchen in search of food.
Jake blinked. "Am I the only to realize there is Sober-Up stocked in the hall closet with all the linens? Man, for an Unspeakable, he isn't very sneaky."
Mandy snuggled closer. "Personally, I think he's fooling them. Skates by on the hair."
"Heard that," came Ced's voice as he made for the hall closet. "And leave my hair alone. You're just jealous yours is boring and straight."
"At least I'm not so pale as to sparkle in the damn sunlight. Didn't know zombies came in sparkly," Jake returned.
"Maybe that's why you're not very good at sneaking?" Mandy offered helpfully.
"Shut up, short stuff."
"You shut up. And don't tell my girlfriend to shut up."
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While Jake had spent a late, lazy lunch with his family, Mandy had excused herself to make her own preparations. Their dinner was ready to serve, kept under stasis charms, the table was set, and she'd just changed into her dress. All that was left was to fetch Jake. Giving everything one last look, she Disapparated, landing in his hallway with a crack. "Jake?" Mandy called. "Are you ready for dinner?"
"Depends," he called down the stairs, "is it a fancy dinner or one that I can show up to in my pants? It'll save us time later." The smirk was practically ingrained in his voice.
Mandy wasn't sure she'd mind that too much at all. "Well, no one else will be there, so if the birthday boy wants to come along in his pants, I guess he's allowed."
Jake ambled down the stairs, dressed in nice slacks with a button down and jumper. "Or we could just do it nude and forget all pretenses."
The woman shrugged. "We could, but you might spill hot food on parts I'm rather fond of, and that wouldn't be any fun at all."
"Well whose fault is that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You could have done all cool foods and we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Now we're actually going to have to get undressed."
"I promise to help you with that bit. See how good I am to you?"
"You're fabulous," Jake deadpanned. "Now what's with all the secrecy and where's the food?"
"The secrecy is so we can pretend I'm clever, and if you close your eyes and let me Apparate us, I'll take you to the food. Sound good?" Mandy reached up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
He closed his eyes. "Fine. Just because I'm hungry."
"Hmph. And here I thought loving me might have something to do with it." Wrapping her arms about his waist, Mandy Apparated them directly to the dining room of her family's Spanish villa, nestled on the coast of Majorca. "Abracadabra."
"Well, that may have something to do with it," Jake quipped as he looked around. "Where are we? And do the Unspeakable duo know you've kidnapped me and taken me to another country?"
"What they don't know won't hurt them very much." She flashed him a smile, quite pleased with her surprise. "We're at my parents' holiday villa on the coast of Majorca."
"Ooh, Majorca." He oohed and ahhed appropriately. "So, food?"
{Summary: Jake and Mandy (with help from Ced and Sam) celebrate the new year, & Jake's birthday. There is bacon.}