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FIC: New Experiences (Colin/Romilda)
Title: New Experiences
Author: shiiki
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Colin Creevey/Romilda Vane
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 766
Summary: Colin brings Romilda to the DA. Prompt 3 for rarepair_shorts: misnomer.
Notes: Prompt table here. This was a hard prompt to do. I'm not sure I managed to get the theme of it down, so I tried hard to include the prompt word, and I hope it didn't come out too forced!
Colin Creevey's hand is warm and slightly moist, feeling very much like it did the day he led her to his compartment on the train. Romilda jogs after him, her heart pounding with adrenalin, hardly sure why she agreed to follow him. It's dangerous to be out in the corridors now, following Creevey to some clandestine meeting. If they should run into the Carrows on patrol ... even the knowledge that he's Disillusioned them doesn't reassure her much.
But they reach their destination without detection. Creevey skids to a stop in front of a tapestry of dancing trolls. Presently, a door materialises in the wall and he opens it, ushering her in quickly.
'Finite incantatem,' he says, and their chameleon bodies unmerge from the walls. 'We're the last of Gryffindor,' he calls.
Romilda takes in the room slowly. It is as spacious as the Great Hall -- more, because there are no house tables. Many students are already there; she recognises fellow Gryffindors -- all the seventh year, most of the sixth, and even Ritchie Coote from her own year. Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs ... about twenty-five altogether.
At the head of the room are Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and that Ravenclaw girl -- the nutty one, Loony Lovegood. The leaders, Romilda realises, feeling dizzy at the idea. Longbottom and Lovegood -- two absolute nobodies before this year. The world is upside-down indeed.
'We're Dumbledore's Army,' Creevey whispers proudly to her. 'Harry started it, when Umbridge was around. And Neville, Ginny, and Luna brought us back to life. We've got to learn how to fight properly, so we can help Harry when he comes back.'
'Harry's coming back?' she gasps. Her heart leaps. Harry Potter, storming the castle, liberating them from Snape and the Carrows ... what an image!
'Of course he will!' The ring of loyal certainty in Creevey's voice is strong. Romilda's heart beat even faster. It strikes her suddenly that Creevey has actually learnt from Harry himself. Creevey is a founding member of this club, right there with Harry when it was started. It's a humbling thought.
'What do you -- I mean, what do we do?' Already the gears of her imagination are turning. She pictures herself leading a charge in Harry's name, facing a deadly killing curse, Harry sweeping in to pull her out of the way at the last second ...
'Real Defence Against the Dark Arts. Neville's great. He's as good as Harry -- knows just how to explain things so that even the youngest ones get the spell.'
Romilda sees this, as she gets swept up in the simple duelling exercises Longbottom sets them to. They work in pairs at first, progressing later to small groups and pitting their skills against each other as though playing a game. Colin is everywhere, defending himself against their opponents and also helping her to ward off the jinxes she can't block. It's hard at first to keep up with the others who are more used to the demands of such training. However versatility has always been a strength of hers. And with focus, she can manage a mean Jelly-Legs. She sends Demelza Robins wobbling just before Neville calls time-out, causing an Expelliarmus aimed at Colin to go wide.
'Good one,' says Demelza ruefully, clutching at Ginny Weasley for support.
'Nice aim!' Colin praises. 'Thanks, Romilda!'
Everyone is sweaty and dishevelled from running, ducking, and firing spells. Romilda imagines she is too, but she's too exhilarated to care. What she's just been doing, as well as the mixture of people, popular and unpopular, all laughing and chattering together, seems as topsy-turvy as the way school life is now, with Snape ruling the roost and the loathsome Carrows leering at them in those two complete misnomers of classes. Yet strange as it is, being with this group makes Romilda feels bold and brave and right.
'You were great,' Colin continues to enthuse. 'I can't believe this was your first session!'
'I learn fast,' she tells him, self-satisfaction setting in. 'I think I could be a great boon to Harry.' From the corner of her eye, she sees Ginny frown at her, and she sticks her chin out proudly in response.
'I'm sure you'd be awesome.' Colin's voice rings with sincerity. Romilda's breath catches in her throat suddenly. She lowers her head, the compulsion to brag vanishing as she meets the warm brown eyes in front of her.
'Thank you,' she finds herself saying, and there don't seem to be words to explain exactly what for. She settles for saying his name, soft like cotton candy on her tongue: 'Thank you, Colin.'
Author: shiiki
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Colin Creevey/Romilda Vane
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 766
Summary: Colin brings Romilda to the DA. Prompt 3 for rarepair_shorts: misnomer.
Notes: Prompt table here. This was a hard prompt to do. I'm not sure I managed to get the theme of it down, so I tried hard to include the prompt word, and I hope it didn't come out too forced!
Colin Creevey's hand is warm and slightly moist, feeling very much like it did the day he led her to his compartment on the train. Romilda jogs after him, her heart pounding with adrenalin, hardly sure why she agreed to follow him. It's dangerous to be out in the corridors now, following Creevey to some clandestine meeting. If they should run into the Carrows on patrol ... even the knowledge that he's Disillusioned them doesn't reassure her much.
But they reach their destination without detection. Creevey skids to a stop in front of a tapestry of dancing trolls. Presently, a door materialises in the wall and he opens it, ushering her in quickly.
'Finite incantatem,' he says, and their chameleon bodies unmerge from the walls. 'We're the last of Gryffindor,' he calls.
Romilda takes in the room slowly. It is as spacious as the Great Hall -- more, because there are no house tables. Many students are already there; she recognises fellow Gryffindors -- all the seventh year, most of the sixth, and even Ritchie Coote from her own year. Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs ... about twenty-five altogether.
At the head of the room are Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and that Ravenclaw girl -- the nutty one, Loony Lovegood. The leaders, Romilda realises, feeling dizzy at the idea. Longbottom and Lovegood -- two absolute nobodies before this year. The world is upside-down indeed.
'We're Dumbledore's Army,' Creevey whispers proudly to her. 'Harry started it, when Umbridge was around. And Neville, Ginny, and Luna brought us back to life. We've got to learn how to fight properly, so we can help Harry when he comes back.'
'Harry's coming back?' she gasps. Her heart leaps. Harry Potter, storming the castle, liberating them from Snape and the Carrows ... what an image!
'Of course he will!' The ring of loyal certainty in Creevey's voice is strong. Romilda's heart beat even faster. It strikes her suddenly that Creevey has actually learnt from Harry himself. Creevey is a founding member of this club, right there with Harry when it was started. It's a humbling thought.
'What do you -- I mean, what do we do?' Already the gears of her imagination are turning. She pictures herself leading a charge in Harry's name, facing a deadly killing curse, Harry sweeping in to pull her out of the way at the last second ...
'Real Defence Against the Dark Arts. Neville's great. He's as good as Harry -- knows just how to explain things so that even the youngest ones get the spell.'
Romilda sees this, as she gets swept up in the simple duelling exercises Longbottom sets them to. They work in pairs at first, progressing later to small groups and pitting their skills against each other as though playing a game. Colin is everywhere, defending himself against their opponents and also helping her to ward off the jinxes she can't block. It's hard at first to keep up with the others who are more used to the demands of such training. However versatility has always been a strength of hers. And with focus, she can manage a mean Jelly-Legs. She sends Demelza Robins wobbling just before Neville calls time-out, causing an Expelliarmus aimed at Colin to go wide.
'Good one,' says Demelza ruefully, clutching at Ginny Weasley for support.
'Nice aim!' Colin praises. 'Thanks, Romilda!'
Everyone is sweaty and dishevelled from running, ducking, and firing spells. Romilda imagines she is too, but she's too exhilarated to care. What she's just been doing, as well as the mixture of people, popular and unpopular, all laughing and chattering together, seems as topsy-turvy as the way school life is now, with Snape ruling the roost and the loathsome Carrows leering at them in those two complete misnomers of classes. Yet strange as it is, being with this group makes Romilda feels bold and brave and right.
'You were great,' Colin continues to enthuse. 'I can't believe this was your first session!'
'I learn fast,' she tells him, self-satisfaction setting in. 'I think I could be a great boon to Harry.' From the corner of her eye, she sees Ginny frown at her, and she sticks her chin out proudly in response.
'I'm sure you'd be awesome.' Colin's voice rings with sincerity. Romilda's breath catches in her throat suddenly. She lowers her head, the compulsion to brag vanishing as she meets the warm brown eyes in front of her.
'Thank you,' she finds herself saying, and there don't seem to be words to explain exactly what for. She settles for saying his name, soft like cotton candy on her tongue: 'Thank you, Colin.'