Friday Dinner, with...special guest?
Draco woke up in his cozy bed, in the company of friends just across the room, and felt absolutely spectacular. A bright grin stretched his pale face, and though he couldn't hear them, he knew that the birds were singing outside. That the day was lovely and warm, and it was the perfect time for a little sun, on the beach. Clambering out of bed, he whistled cheerfully to himself while he made his way to the bathroom, showering quickly and pulling on a pair of comfortable jeans and a burgundy t-shirt, leaving his silver hair a damp, unruly puff atop his head.
He spent his day with Lyra, because what better way to spend the day than with someone you cared about? He swam in the ocean. He got a little dirty. He never stopped smiling, cheerfully greeting every new face he saw. It was really shocking just how few people he knew on the island. He'd need to do something about that, right away.
And that's when it came to him. Yes, brilliant! The kitchen, what a wonderful way to give back to the island. His robot sat resting in his room, he felt bad for the poor, overworked thing, and when he walked into the kitchen, he was intent on providing whatever help he could, all on his own.
It had been so long since this particular island fuckery had happened that Bill had nearly forgot about it. He himself had been affected last time, and remembering back on it, he chuckled to himself as he got the things together he'd need to make dinner. Today was the third day of the oddness, and it had been amusing, eyebrow-raising, and flat out terrifying so far. Likely everyone would be back to normal in the morning, but who knew what might happen in the next few hours. Bill himself was still trying to recover from what had happened to him in the previous twenty-four or so.
He was doing shrimp kebabs and spaghetti with boar meatballs for the main dishes that night. The sauce was simmering on the stove, and Bill was quietly singing Whole Lotta Love as he chopped fruit for the kebabs. "Way down inside honey, you need it, I'm gonna give you my love..."
"Hello, Bill!" Draco called cheerfully from the doorway, thinking that maybe Bill was his favorite Weasley of all. He had a very nice singing voice, that was for sure. And such nice hair, too. "That smells delicious. Would you like any help?"
"...I'm gonna give you my love, wanna whole lotta lo-" The knife paused mid-slice as Bill gaped in shock. Sure, people acting opposite of themselves was expected, but he still couldn't believe his sodding eyes. "Malfoy? I'm sorry, did you just offer to help me?" And was that a maroon shirt?
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked, clearly affronted and even a bit hurt. Why did everyone always expect the worst from him? They were all good people, it must have been something he'd done. He clearly had some bad behavior to make up for. "I'll stay out of your way, if you'd like, I'm sorry if I've interrupted."
"Wait." Bill resisted the urge to roll his eyes. At least he knew Malfoy wasn't having him on. He was also going to get a really good laugh out of Malfoy's reaction to his behaviour once he was back to normal. "You're not interrupting, Malfoy, you can give me a hand if you like," Bill said, beckoning him over with the hand that wasn't holding the knife. He looked around for a second, thinking about what the kid could do. "That water's starting to boil, go ahead and put the pasta in. Then you can finish chopping this fruit so I can start on something else."
"Great. Thanks," Draco beamed, moving quickly to wash his hands in the sink before he touched anyone's food, then he did exactly what he'd been told. Pasta was softening in the water, and he was chopping the fruit into perfectly bite-sized pieces. "Is this alright?" He didn't have much experience and suddenly it was very, very important he did it all exactly the way Bill wanted him to.
If only Lyra were here, too. Then the day would be perfect.
[Friday dinner post! Tag Draco, Bill or both, just indicate who you want in your comment. Order for both is your pup-Draco-Bill. Meal post = gathering post, so tag each other as well! Dinner is shrimp & fruit kebabs, spaghetti with boar meatballs, spinach salad, steamed broccoli, and banana nut muffins. ST/LT just fine as always.]
He spent his day with Lyra, because what better way to spend the day than with someone you cared about? He swam in the ocean. He got a little dirty. He never stopped smiling, cheerfully greeting every new face he saw. It was really shocking just how few people he knew on the island. He'd need to do something about that, right away.
And that's when it came to him. Yes, brilliant! The kitchen, what a wonderful way to give back to the island. His robot sat resting in his room, he felt bad for the poor, overworked thing, and when he walked into the kitchen, he was intent on providing whatever help he could, all on his own.
It had been so long since this particular island fuckery had happened that Bill had nearly forgot about it. He himself had been affected last time, and remembering back on it, he chuckled to himself as he got the things together he'd need to make dinner. Today was the third day of the oddness, and it had been amusing, eyebrow-raising, and flat out terrifying so far. Likely everyone would be back to normal in the morning, but who knew what might happen in the next few hours. Bill himself was still trying to recover from what had happened to him in the previous twenty-four or so.
He was doing shrimp kebabs and spaghetti with boar meatballs for the main dishes that night. The sauce was simmering on the stove, and Bill was quietly singing Whole Lotta Love as he chopped fruit for the kebabs. "Way down inside honey, you need it, I'm gonna give you my love..."
"Hello, Bill!" Draco called cheerfully from the doorway, thinking that maybe Bill was his favorite Weasley of all. He had a very nice singing voice, that was for sure. And such nice hair, too. "That smells delicious. Would you like any help?"
"...I'm gonna give you my love, wanna whole lotta lo-" The knife paused mid-slice as Bill gaped in shock. Sure, people acting opposite of themselves was expected, but he still couldn't believe his sodding eyes. "Malfoy? I'm sorry, did you just offer to help me?" And was that a maroon shirt?
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked, clearly affronted and even a bit hurt. Why did everyone always expect the worst from him? They were all good people, it must have been something he'd done. He clearly had some bad behavior to make up for. "I'll stay out of your way, if you'd like, I'm sorry if I've interrupted."
"Wait." Bill resisted the urge to roll his eyes. At least he knew Malfoy wasn't having him on. He was also going to get a really good laugh out of Malfoy's reaction to his behaviour once he was back to normal. "You're not interrupting, Malfoy, you can give me a hand if you like," Bill said, beckoning him over with the hand that wasn't holding the knife. He looked around for a second, thinking about what the kid could do. "That water's starting to boil, go ahead and put the pasta in. Then you can finish chopping this fruit so I can start on something else."
"Great. Thanks," Draco beamed, moving quickly to wash his hands in the sink before he touched anyone's food, then he did exactly what he'd been told. Pasta was softening in the water, and he was chopping the fruit into perfectly bite-sized pieces. "Is this alright?" He didn't have much experience and suddenly it was very, very important he did it all exactly the way Bill wanted him to.
If only Lyra were here, too. Then the day would be perfect.
[Friday dinner post! Tag Draco, Bill or both, just indicate who you want in your comment. Order for both is your pup-Draco-Bill. Meal post = gathering post, so tag each other as well! Dinner is shrimp & fruit kebabs, spaghetti with boar meatballs, spinach salad, steamed broccoli, and banana nut muffins. ST/LT just fine as always.]