Ficlet: 'Avoidance' Harry, Al, G
A bit of backstory... my pastoral supervisor (my academic supervisior doesn't have time for TV. Only work, and more work.) and I spent my supervision at the start of this term discussing TV. Mainly The Wire and how awesome it is :). Anyway, she recommended Battlestar Galactica, so I put the mini-series and movie on my Amazon wishlist, and planned to buy the box-set when I go into town next.
And what should I come home to this morning, tired and pissy after a night shift involving ball games and my first fire shout?
OH YEAH BABY! The DVDs, courtesy of the wonderful, wonderful sesheta_66. I was thrilled - thank you so much sweetie!
Anyway, this is for you!
Title: Avoidance
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: None, mistakes are mine alone
Characters: Harry, Al
Length: ~260
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: Reference to teenage boys wanking.
Summary: Parenting is all about knowing what to notice and what to avoid noticing. But some things can't be avoided, no matter how hard you try.
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #97 Mess from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 24 over at mmom
For the incredibly wonderful sesheta_66 - thank you so much for the presents, sweetie!
A large part of being a parent was learning to avoid noticing things. Harry had avoiding noticing things down to a fine, fine art. Especially with Al. When it came to Al, Harry had to avoid noticing more things than he had to notice.
He avoided noticing the wank magazine collection that had appeared under Al's bed when he was fourteen, and grown exponentially over the past two years.
He avoided noticing that said magazines very, very rarely featured boobs. Harry suspected that would be something he wasn't supposed to notice until Al told him to.
He avoided noticing the mess on the sheets when he came to wash them each week. Jamie was a whizz at cleaning spells, so that particular avoidance technique had taken a bit of practicing.
He avoided noticing the Slytherin scarf tucked into the wardrobe, and the small family crest badge that revealed who it belonged to.
But Harry couldn't avoid Al's constant chatter. Doing chores, helping in the kitchen, skulking around Harry's study trying to sneak a peek at confidential Ministry papers, Al spoke about one thing and one thing only, a mass of contradictions in a steady stream of consciousness.
He cheats at Quidditch. He's really good at Quidditch. He walks around school like he owns the place. He's really good at potions. The potions teacher favours him.
Much as Harry tried to avoid it, he couldn't help but notice that Al was slowly becoming obsessed with Scorpius Malfoy.
Clearly, he'd passed on more than his messy hair and green eyes to his son.
And what should I come home to this morning, tired and pissy after a night shift involving ball games and my first fire shout?
OH YEAH BABY! The DVDs, courtesy of the wonderful, wonderful sesheta_66. I was thrilled - thank you so much sweetie!
Anyway, this is for you!
Title: Avoidance
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: None, mistakes are mine alone
Characters: Harry, Al
Length: ~260
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: Reference to teenage boys wanking.
Summary: Parenting is all about knowing what to notice and what to avoid noticing. But some things can't be avoided, no matter how hard you try.
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #97 Mess from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 24 over at mmom
For the incredibly wonderful sesheta_66 - thank you so much for the presents, sweetie!
A large part of being a parent was learning to avoid noticing things. Harry had avoiding noticing things down to a fine, fine art. Especially with Al. When it came to Al, Harry had to avoid noticing more things than he had to notice.
He avoided noticing the wank magazine collection that had appeared under Al's bed when he was fourteen, and grown exponentially over the past two years.
He avoided noticing that said magazines very, very rarely featured boobs. Harry suspected that would be something he wasn't supposed to notice until Al told him to.
He avoided noticing the mess on the sheets when he came to wash them each week. Jamie was a whizz at cleaning spells, so that particular avoidance technique had taken a bit of practicing.
He avoided noticing the Slytherin scarf tucked into the wardrobe, and the small family crest badge that revealed who it belonged to.
But Harry couldn't avoid Al's constant chatter. Doing chores, helping in the kitchen, skulking around Harry's study trying to sneak a peek at confidential Ministry papers, Al spoke about one thing and one thing only, a mass of contradictions in a steady stream of consciousness.
He cheats at Quidditch. He's really good at Quidditch. He walks around school like he owns the place. He's really good at potions. The potions teacher favours him.
Much as Harry tried to avoid it, he couldn't help but notice that Al was slowly becoming obsessed with Scorpius Malfoy.
Clearly, he'd passed on more than his messy hair and green eyes to his son.