Challenge #4 - The Dishonored Diplomat (Terry/Daphne)
Title: The Dishonored Diplomat
Pairing/Characters: Terry Boot/Daphne Greengrass, Michael Corner
Challenge: #4 - “that’s what she said!”
Rating: PG-13 for swearing.
Word Count: ~468
Summary: Terry tries to solve a problem the diplomatic way. "Tries" being the keyword.
Author’s Notes: This is actually a random pairing I received for the Numbers Ficathon, but I never got around to writing for that due to an untimely placed vacation, so I decided to use it for one of the challenges.
“Why do you look like you’ve just been crossed by a dragon -- and you’re ready to kick his arse?” Terry asked, looking up from his scroll.
“That bloody Slytherin,” Michael Corner spat, yanking the library chair out heavily and throwing himself into it.
“Which one?” Terry sat up, setting his quill down and glancing around the room with interest.
He ignored Terry, “I’ve been on the waiting list for that book for months. Months! And then she swoops in and gets it while I’m in the hospital wing.” He slammed his fists against the table, inciting an angry ‘sssshhh’ from Madame Pince. “I’m going to kill her, that’s what I’m going to do,” he continued, leaning across the table toward Terry. “Or, better yet, I’m going to -- ”
“Come on, Mike, I’m sure this can be solved without resorting to violence. Where is she? I’ll have a word with her.” Terry rose from his seat, smoothing out his robes.
“She’s beyond reasoning, Terry. Better just hex her instead. Maybe I’ll use the bat-bogey, Ginny always seems to think -- ”
“Nonsense! I’ll be right back!”
- - - - -
“ -- So you see, Daphne, there is a very simple resolution to this whole conflict,” Terry smiled brightly, adjusting his tie, “If you’ll just lend that book to Michael for a week, he’ll have it right back to you before you can say ‘chocolate frog’ and there’ll be no hard feelings! I’m sure you understand where I’m coming from with this, right?”
“You know, Terry,” the girl began slowly, twirling some of her curly brown hair around her finger. “I think you might be right. I’ll give you the book -- ”
He clapped his hands together. “Oh, wonderful! Wonderful! See, I told Michael you would understand. I told him -- ”
“ -- If you’ll shove it right up his arse for me. Oh, wait, I forgot that there’s a stick the size of a goal post up there already. In that case, Terry, take the bloody book and shove it up your own pompous arse, why don’t you?”
She stood up with a smile and a pleasant bat of her eyelashes. “Now if you’ll excuse me...”
- - - - -
“She said that?” Michael asked, craning his neck to watch the Slytherin exit the library over Terry’s shoulder.
“That’s what she said, yes,” croaked Terry. He made to adjust his tie once more, but it was a feeble gesture that died about halfway through.
Michael flew out of his chair so quickly that it toppled backwards. “That rotten, arrogant, vile, dishonorably, bloody Slytherin!”
Terry turned in his seat to stare at the exit. He scratched the back of his neck. “You don’t say...”
“Terry?”
“Huh?”
“Terry, why are you grinning?”
Pairing/Characters: Terry Boot/Daphne Greengrass, Michael Corner
Challenge: #4 - “that’s what she said!”
Rating: PG-13 for swearing.
Word Count: ~468
Summary: Terry tries to solve a problem the diplomatic way. "Tries" being the keyword.
Author’s Notes: This is actually a random pairing I received for the Numbers Ficathon, but I never got around to writing for that due to an untimely placed vacation, so I decided to use it for one of the challenges.
“Why do you look like you’ve just been crossed by a dragon -- and you’re ready to kick his arse?” Terry asked, looking up from his scroll.
“That bloody Slytherin,” Michael Corner spat, yanking the library chair out heavily and throwing himself into it.
“Which one?” Terry sat up, setting his quill down and glancing around the room with interest.
He ignored Terry, “I’ve been on the waiting list for that book for months. Months! And then she swoops in and gets it while I’m in the hospital wing.” He slammed his fists against the table, inciting an angry ‘sssshhh’ from Madame Pince. “I’m going to kill her, that’s what I’m going to do,” he continued, leaning across the table toward Terry. “Or, better yet, I’m going to -- ”
“Come on, Mike, I’m sure this can be solved without resorting to violence. Where is she? I’ll have a word with her.” Terry rose from his seat, smoothing out his robes.
“She’s beyond reasoning, Terry. Better just hex her instead. Maybe I’ll use the bat-bogey, Ginny always seems to think -- ”
“Nonsense! I’ll be right back!”
- - - - -
“ -- So you see, Daphne, there is a very simple resolution to this whole conflict,” Terry smiled brightly, adjusting his tie, “If you’ll just lend that book to Michael for a week, he’ll have it right back to you before you can say ‘chocolate frog’ and there’ll be no hard feelings! I’m sure you understand where I’m coming from with this, right?”
“You know, Terry,” the girl began slowly, twirling some of her curly brown hair around her finger. “I think you might be right. I’ll give you the book -- ”
He clapped his hands together. “Oh, wonderful! Wonderful! See, I told Michael you would understand. I told him -- ”
“ -- If you’ll shove it right up his arse for me. Oh, wait, I forgot that there’s a stick the size of a goal post up there already. In that case, Terry, take the bloody book and shove it up your own pompous arse, why don’t you?”
She stood up with a smile and a pleasant bat of her eyelashes. “Now if you’ll excuse me...”
- - - - -
“She said that?” Michael asked, craning his neck to watch the Slytherin exit the library over Terry’s shoulder.
“That’s what she said, yes,” croaked Terry. He made to adjust his tie once more, but it was a feeble gesture that died about halfway through.
Michael flew out of his chair so quickly that it toppled backwards. “That rotten, arrogant, vile, dishonorably, bloody Slytherin!”
Terry turned in his seat to stare at the exit. He scratched the back of his neck. “You don’t say...”
“Terry?”
“Huh?”
“Terry, why are you grinning?”