Prompt 12: The Practised Art of the Ordinary
Title: The Practised Art of the Ordinary
Author: jadeddiva
Format & Word Count: Extended Drabble, 362 words
Rating: PG
Prompt: 12 Choose My Own Lyric: Rock Plaza Central, "We've Got A lot to Be Glad For"
Warnings: Absolutely none
Summary: She leans over and asks, “Fancy a nightcap?” Set during OotP.
Author's Notes: This is a small part from a much-larger, multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on, so it’s in medias res but should work alone. Concrit welcome. Lyrics from a Canadian band I love so much, here’s the MP3.
We won’t stop running til we get to the lights
When we get to the lights we’ll stop running
And the lights are like firey night
Those candles burn with something we have inside
You and I
We’ve got a lot to be glad for
- Rock Plaza Central, “We’ve Got A lot to be Glad For”
She brushes her fingers against his neck on her way through the kitchen, not caring if anyone sees the obvious display of affection. She sits three people away from him during the meeting, and next to him during dinner, legs touching underneath the old wooden table and elbows brushing as they eat. She lingers after dinner, watching Sirius drink himself angry and when he goes off somewhere (either to feed that hippogriff or stare at that bloody tapestry) she leans over and asks, “Fancy a nightcap?”
Remus always says yes, and so they always end up in her kitchen, sipping gin between kisses. She giggles into the collar of his shirt when he makes fun of the Muggles on the telly with their silly hair and impractical shoes and she thinks his shoulder really is the most comfortable place in the world.
Beyond all else, she is glad to have him here, with her, for the time being - away from the house with shadows she doesn’t fully comprehend and with sadness made more tangible by the pacing of a cousin she barely knows.
“How are you?” she asks when she returns from the kitchen bearing biscuits.
“Happy,” he says as he pulls her closer to him, and she can’t help but smile.
“Really now,” she says.
“Well,” he tells her, “better here than sitting alone with Sirius.”
“I hate to think that my company is more pleasant than his,” she says jokingly, but the truth is this: while years and countless betrayal may not have wrecked havoc upon their friendship, solitary time spent in that old house tears it apart at the seams.
He brushes a kiss on her forehead and says, “The best company, actually.”
She’s already expected as much but it still feels nice coming from him, after all it’s taken to get here.
“Brilliant,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder once more. The next programme’s just started and seems to be about robots (the thought of Remus’ eminent amusement makes her smile) and as he leans forward to retrieve biscuits for them both, she thinks this is quite the lovely evening, and she’s glad for it.
Author: jadeddiva
Format & Word Count: Extended Drabble, 362 words
Rating: PG
Prompt: 12 Choose My Own Lyric: Rock Plaza Central, "We've Got A lot to Be Glad For"
Warnings: Absolutely none
Summary: She leans over and asks, “Fancy a nightcap?” Set during OotP.
Author's Notes: This is a small part from a much-larger, multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on, so it’s in medias res but should work alone. Concrit welcome. Lyrics from a Canadian band I love so much, here’s the MP3.
We won’t stop running til we get to the lights
When we get to the lights we’ll stop running
And the lights are like firey night
Those candles burn with something we have inside
You and I
We’ve got a lot to be glad for
- Rock Plaza Central, “We’ve Got A lot to be Glad For”
She brushes her fingers against his neck on her way through the kitchen, not caring if anyone sees the obvious display of affection. She sits three people away from him during the meeting, and next to him during dinner, legs touching underneath the old wooden table and elbows brushing as they eat. She lingers after dinner, watching Sirius drink himself angry and when he goes off somewhere (either to feed that hippogriff or stare at that bloody tapestry) she leans over and asks, “Fancy a nightcap?”
Remus always says yes, and so they always end up in her kitchen, sipping gin between kisses. She giggles into the collar of his shirt when he makes fun of the Muggles on the telly with their silly hair and impractical shoes and she thinks his shoulder really is the most comfortable place in the world.
Beyond all else, she is glad to have him here, with her, for the time being - away from the house with shadows she doesn’t fully comprehend and with sadness made more tangible by the pacing of a cousin she barely knows.
“How are you?” she asks when she returns from the kitchen bearing biscuits.
“Happy,” he says as he pulls her closer to him, and she can’t help but smile.
“Really now,” she says.
“Well,” he tells her, “better here than sitting alone with Sirius.”
“I hate to think that my company is more pleasant than his,” she says jokingly, but the truth is this: while years and countless betrayal may not have wrecked havoc upon their friendship, solitary time spent in that old house tears it apart at the seams.
He brushes a kiss on her forehead and says, “The best company, actually.”
She’s already expected as much but it still feels nice coming from him, after all it’s taken to get here.
“Brilliant,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder once more. The next programme’s just started and seems to be about robots (the thought of Remus’ eminent amusement makes her smile) and as he leans forward to retrieve biscuits for them both, she thinks this is quite the lovely evening, and she’s glad for it.