Unbelievable
Challenge Twelve: March Madness
Title: Unbelievable
Author: gfeather
Wizard/Witch: Seamus/Luna
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R
Genre: Romance/Whimsy
Word count: 500
Prompt: sacked yesterday
Summary: Sometimes unbelievable things happen when you least
expect them.
Seamus slumped on his barstool, staring morosely into his Firewhisky. This was his first and last drink of the night. Depressed as he was, after being sacked from his job at Quidditch Weekly yesterday, he did know he couldn't afford a drinking binge. It still felt like a bludger to the stomach anyway.
His dream job.
Gone.
Why?
Because some chesty witch wanted an all access pass to the locker rooms (and trousers) of the most eligible bachelors in sport.
He wasn't against women playing, coaching, reporting or otherwise being fanatical about the fine sport of Quidditch. He wouldn't even be here sulking if it were a good reporter or a die hard to the sport taking his job. However, when he stopped to say goodbye, he found his boss with trousers around his ankles and the witch bent over the desk.
Seamus' scowl deepened and he glared angrily at his drink, wishing he had cast 'Furnunculus' on his former boss' pale backside. He was so wrapped up in the memory, he almost didn't hear the person beside him speak.
"You know, the only way to get rid of Maltbees is to salt your rim. Staring at them doesn't work," a dreamy voice said.
Looking up, Seamus saw a witch with long, flowing, blonde hair take the stool beside him. He knew the jewellery made from butterbeer corks was familiar, but he couldn't name the face. Shaking his head, he sighed in exasperation, "What??"
Her quixotic smile didn't falter. "The Maltbees in your Firewhisky. They've been particularly bad this spring. If I were you, I'd send that drink back."
The woman absently twirled a maraschino cherry through her drink. Seamus looked at her closely, then snapped his fingers. "Lovegood ... Luna. That's it."
"Actually, you've got that backwards. My first name is Luna."
Seamus shook his head. "I couldn't think of your name for a moment. Now I remember. You were Harry's friend who believed in all that mad stuff ... umm ..."
Luna's benevolent, dreamy look vanished, and her prominent eyes fixed on him sharply. "Is it any 'loonier' than believing Firewhisky will solve your problems?"
"No ... I just ..." he struggled, searching for words. "I don't get how a smart person can believe such unbelievable things."
"Unbelievable is only something you haven't seen or experienced yet. Life would be frightfully dull if unbelievable things never happened," she said earnestly.
He pondered that momentarily, smiling lopsidedly. "Perhaps you're right. I suppose I've seen some pretty unbelievable things myself recently."
"The Quibbler specializes in unbelievable things."
"Very true."
There's a position available for investigative journalism in the unbelievable world of Quidditch."
"Oh?"
"My father sent me to offer you the job."
"That's pretty unbelievable."
Luna stood and glanced back over her shoulder. "You know, my office desk is rather large."
Seamus abandoned his drink and hurried to follow her. "How did you know?"
"You wouldn't believe me."
"I might."
Grinning broadly, Seamus pulled Luna into a kiss. It really was an unbelievable day.
***
Author's Notes: Now, I know the spring reference is a little
weak here, but in Luna's comprehensive article on spring cleaning
solutions for household and retail pests, she makes note that Maltbees are
particularly devestating to business at bars and pubs in the months of
April and May.
Also, thanks to bambu345 for her supurb beta skills on
short notice.