More Drabbles!
A couple more 10 minute drabbles tonight from my drabble session with sethkyne_blue. (The first set is "here" if you missed them.)
The second of these here is dedicated to the three lovely ladies who play the Tonks family at communiquills... without whom I'd probably say "Ted and Andy Who?" and the world would be a very sad place, indeed.
Prompt: "Snape and Potion Making"
Rating: PG
Length: 277 words
Warnings/Kinks: Insulting students and altering substances
He restocked the stores of ingredients carefully, ensuring that the mandrake roots were kept far away from the more seductive kiwi flesh for the attraction was rather... volatile if permitted. He used to label each jar in a thin, spidery script... more to tell keep the idiots he had to teach from confusing powdered unicorn horn with bitter cascara, though how they could even manage such a feat of stupidity was clearly unfathomable. But now he reached up to pull out a few jars, their contents familiar but unlabeled. He relied up on a few stinging hexes and simple positioning behind more mundane objects to keep childish hands from prying.
He slowly wrapped scarred fingers around one jar, opening it carefully and pouring out a measured amount into the green mortar before him. The silver powder shimmered against the green granite and then he added a careful spoonful of lacewings, a few still fluttering idly in feather strokes against their glass jar. After carefully resealing both containers and mixing the powder and wings together, he reached up behind the tall wine coloured bottles and retrieved the old battered jug, sealed with an aging cork. He poured the golden liquid into a tall goblet then added the powdered mixture to it. A puff of black smoke mushroomed up from the goblet and he smiled at it's perfect shape. Then he lifted the goblet and sniffed carefully. The potion's honey scent was balanced with a faint note of raspberries, and he divided it up into the small jars labeled "Snake Oil, Personal Enhancement Serum" and then owled them off to Madam Rosmerta to distribute to her more specialised clientele.
Prompt: "Ted Tonks and Cheesecake"
Rating: PG
Length: 399 words
Warnings/Kinks: Misbehaving Food
He was certain he had it wrong. Really, the recipe said lumps were okay, but lumps were meant for smashed potatoes and even peas were okay if they were still lumpy but this? He frowned down at the concoction in the bowl, a ceramic form that belied his dilemma with its cheery lilacs and smiling vines. No. He would not be taunted by the dishes. Again. It was enough to have the cheesecake batter giggling at him merrily. So he picked up the fork again and started smashing it back into silence. This worked for a bit until it began to snort along the edges with bubbles but he figured that was allowed. Finally he poured it into the crust, blessedly silent in its crumbling brownness. Nothing extraordinary happened when cream met tan. Ted took this as a good sign, a happy match free of fighting over who was top and bottom and why position didn't mean Position.
Yes. Right. Into the oven with this. He picked it up cautiously, prepared for a fight but it seemed unaware that it was about to be baked for an hour until its edges were slightly golden and a fine crackle formed over its top. He didn't watch it as it baked though. Worried it would object to his watching its demise and some how explode in outrage. He had a soufflé do that once. He could still hear it pop and hiss when he closed his eyes while too near Dora's chocolate milk.
But when the buzzer rang, the cheesecake seemed content to be taken from the oven. He picked up the prepared strawberries which were nuzzling contentedly with the sugar syrup. At least he didn't have anything to fear from that. He knew how to make a good syrup. Knew how to keep it just right for licking off of the gentle peaks of Andy's breasts. Though caramel was always more calm, soothing richness with no threat of explosions unless he left the tin on the stove too long. Which he denied doing. Ever.
He poured the strawberry syrup over the cheesecake and he sighed as it slipped and slid in happy streaks of red. That was the colour and sound of love. Strawberry red. Like Andy's shoes, and Andy's lips, and Dora's face after eating too much jelly...
Family and cheesecake were good mates, Ted decided. Lumps and all.
Feedback will be bottled and stored then liberally poured out onto another writer later!
The second of these here is dedicated to the three lovely ladies who play the Tonks family at communiquills... without whom I'd probably say "Ted and Andy Who?" and the world would be a very sad place, indeed.
Prompt: "Snape and Potion Making"
Rating: PG
Length: 277 words
Warnings/Kinks: Insulting students and altering substances
He restocked the stores of ingredients carefully, ensuring that the mandrake roots were kept far away from the more seductive kiwi flesh for the attraction was rather... volatile if permitted. He used to label each jar in a thin, spidery script... more to tell keep the idiots he had to teach from confusing powdered unicorn horn with bitter cascara, though how they could even manage such a feat of stupidity was clearly unfathomable. But now he reached up to pull out a few jars, their contents familiar but unlabeled. He relied up on a few stinging hexes and simple positioning behind more mundane objects to keep childish hands from prying.
He slowly wrapped scarred fingers around one jar, opening it carefully and pouring out a measured amount into the green mortar before him. The silver powder shimmered against the green granite and then he added a careful spoonful of lacewings, a few still fluttering idly in feather strokes against their glass jar. After carefully resealing both containers and mixing the powder and wings together, he reached up behind the tall wine coloured bottles and retrieved the old battered jug, sealed with an aging cork. He poured the golden liquid into a tall goblet then added the powdered mixture to it. A puff of black smoke mushroomed up from the goblet and he smiled at it's perfect shape. Then he lifted the goblet and sniffed carefully. The potion's honey scent was balanced with a faint note of raspberries, and he divided it up into the small jars labeled "Snake Oil, Personal Enhancement Serum" and then owled them off to Madam Rosmerta to distribute to her more specialised clientele.
Prompt: "Ted Tonks and Cheesecake"
Rating: PG
Length: 399 words
Warnings/Kinks: Misbehaving Food
He was certain he had it wrong. Really, the recipe said lumps were okay, but lumps were meant for smashed potatoes and even peas were okay if they were still lumpy but this? He frowned down at the concoction in the bowl, a ceramic form that belied his dilemma with its cheery lilacs and smiling vines. No. He would not be taunted by the dishes. Again. It was enough to have the cheesecake batter giggling at him merrily. So he picked up the fork again and started smashing it back into silence. This worked for a bit until it began to snort along the edges with bubbles but he figured that was allowed. Finally he poured it into the crust, blessedly silent in its crumbling brownness. Nothing extraordinary happened when cream met tan. Ted took this as a good sign, a happy match free of fighting over who was top and bottom and why position didn't mean Position.
Yes. Right. Into the oven with this. He picked it up cautiously, prepared for a fight but it seemed unaware that it was about to be baked for an hour until its edges were slightly golden and a fine crackle formed over its top. He didn't watch it as it baked though. Worried it would object to his watching its demise and some how explode in outrage. He had a soufflé do that once. He could still hear it pop and hiss when he closed his eyes while too near Dora's chocolate milk.
But when the buzzer rang, the cheesecake seemed content to be taken from the oven. He picked up the prepared strawberries which were nuzzling contentedly with the sugar syrup. At least he didn't have anything to fear from that. He knew how to make a good syrup. Knew how to keep it just right for licking off of the gentle peaks of Andy's breasts. Though caramel was always more calm, soothing richness with no threat of explosions unless he left the tin on the stove too long. Which he denied doing. Ever.
He poured the strawberry syrup over the cheesecake and he sighed as it slipped and slid in happy streaks of red. That was the colour and sound of love. Strawberry red. Like Andy's shoes, and Andy's lips, and Dora's face after eating too much jelly...
Family and cheesecake were good mates, Ted decided. Lumps and all.
Feedback will be bottled and stored then liberally poured out onto another writer later!