Harry Potter | Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Molly Prewett-Weasley | fanfiction
[Holy crap, I actually wrote something (awful).]
Author: Moony.
Title: Flukes.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Molly Prewett-Weasley.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 100.
Author's Notes: This is the first time I wrote something for hp100, and I ended up rushing horribly because I had to post it before the new challenge goes up today (thus setting a personal record for the least amount of time spent on writing). That said, it's not good, and it makes no sense like usual, but at least it's something.
Whenever they needed a holiday from the war, they'd visit the one restaurant in London they knew with American-Muggle fortune cookies. Gideon would read each paper slip as if in an O.W.L. examination, Fabian would finish with "in bed", Molly would twitch between glaring and smiling, and Muggles would stare and whisper as the three debated the deeper meaning behind "Seven is your lucky number!", and whether the biscuit's crisp goldenness was a sign of things to come.
Molly sometimes wonders if they'd have laughed as much as they did if they'd examined the leaves in their untouched tea instead.
Author: Moony.
Title: Flukes.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Molly Prewett-Weasley.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 100.
Author's Notes: This is the first time I wrote something for hp100, and I ended up rushing horribly because I had to post it before the new challenge goes up today (thus setting a personal record for the least amount of time spent on writing). That said, it's not good, and it makes no sense like usual, but at least it's something.
Whenever they needed a holiday from the war, they'd visit the one restaurant in London they knew with American-Muggle fortune cookies. Gideon would read each paper slip as if in an O.W.L. examination, Fabian would finish with "in bed", Molly would twitch between glaring and smiling, and Muggles would stare and whisper as the three debated the deeper meaning behind "Seven is your lucky number!", and whether the biscuit's crisp goldenness was a sign of things to come.
Molly sometimes wonders if they'd have laughed as much as they did if they'd examined the leaves in their untouched tea instead.