fic: How the Teenaged Libido Works
Title: How the Teenage Libido Works
Word Count: ~250
Rating: PG
Pairings/Warnings: N/A (Gen: Teddy, Harry)
Summary: Harry deals with a teenaged Teddy.
Notes: Thanks an INCREDIBLE amount to noeonfor the phenomenal beta. Written for the next_gen_ldws. The challenge was Teddy Lupin, under 250 words, with this picture:
Teddy slammed his fists onto the table, and Harry groaned as the runes scattered across the floor. It was the third time that week Teddy had all but destroyed his coffee table in overzealous rage over his summer Ancient Runes homework.
"Remind me; what's the rune for 'sod off'?" Teddy growled impatiently.
Harry felt the change in Teddy's demeanor; the hair on the back of his neck prickled at it. The full moon toyed with Teddy in the same way Harry was sure it had toyed with his father-it made Teddy sulky, selfish, and snarky. At least Teddy wasn't really a werewolf; babysitting a human Teddy was bad enough when he had the moon in him.
"Fuck, I don't give a toss if my father could read them better than half of Wizarding England," Teddy continued, fists clenched, face red. "I can't. And you can't make me." Teddy jutted his chin out defiantly, nostrils flaring as he challenged Harry to say otherwise.
"Fine," Harry said. "I'm sure the way they landed on the floor means something about your love life, your future romantic prospects... But you know what, they are pretty boring, aren't they?"
Teddy stood still for a moment, breathing heavily as his gaze swung from Harry to the quill and parchment upon the table. When Harry returned from brewing tea in the kitchen, Teddy was hunched over the mess of runes on the carpet, scrawling notes eagerly, face red.
Harry grinned and sipped his tea.
Word Count: ~250
Rating: PG
Pairings/Warnings: N/A (Gen: Teddy, Harry)
Summary: Harry deals with a teenaged Teddy.
Notes: Thanks an INCREDIBLE amount to noeonfor the phenomenal beta. Written for the next_gen_ldws. The challenge was Teddy Lupin, under 250 words, with this picture:
Teddy slammed his fists onto the table, and Harry groaned as the runes scattered across the floor. It was the third time that week Teddy had all but destroyed his coffee table in overzealous rage over his summer Ancient Runes homework.
"Remind me; what's the rune for 'sod off'?" Teddy growled impatiently.
Harry felt the change in Teddy's demeanor; the hair on the back of his neck prickled at it. The full moon toyed with Teddy in the same way Harry was sure it had toyed with his father-it made Teddy sulky, selfish, and snarky. At least Teddy wasn't really a werewolf; babysitting a human Teddy was bad enough when he had the moon in him.
"Fuck, I don't give a toss if my father could read them better than half of Wizarding England," Teddy continued, fists clenched, face red. "I can't. And you can't make me." Teddy jutted his chin out defiantly, nostrils flaring as he challenged Harry to say otherwise.
"Fine," Harry said. "I'm sure the way they landed on the floor means something about your love life, your future romantic prospects... But you know what, they are pretty boring, aren't they?"
Teddy stood still for a moment, breathing heavily as his gaze swung from Harry to the quill and parchment upon the table. When Harry returned from brewing tea in the kitchen, Teddy was hunched over the mess of runes on the carpet, scrawling notes eagerly, face red.
Harry grinned and sipped his tea.