Leigh!fic | Family Fight Night (1/1) | The Cornfoot siblings
Title: Family Fight Night (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: The Cornfoot siblings
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 641
Summary: It's hard being a boy in the Cornfoot family-- especially with Maddy and Annaleigh in the mix.
Author's Notes: This was written as a little present for Kate!mugglechump. The characters within are the offspring of Stephen Cornfoot and Cassandra Montgomery, as played at pinksheep_wench and pink_lambs. Madeline and Annaleigh belong to Kate, and Jonathan and Josh belong to me. Kate, I hope you enjoy!
Madeline and Annaleigh were fighting.
That in and of itself was not shocking. The fact that was slightly surprising was that all four Cornfoot siblings were gathered in the same bit of space, with neither threats or bribes having hands in the matter. Under the guise of planning a surprise for their father's upcoming birthday, Madeline had summoned them-- to Jonathan and Annaleigh's flat, of course-- to discuss their ideas.
"My god, Maddy, Dad does not want a horse! He is not a real life prince, and when are you going to get that through your thick skull?"
"I know he's not a real prince, Annaleigh, but he's as good as one! Just because you don't seem to care a thing about Daddy or what he thinks-"
"What the BLOODY HELL is that supposed to mean?"
"I think you know good and well what that means!"
"Enlighten me, then, nitwit."
"Let's just say that I'm not the one who makes him lock himself in his study with a bottle of whiskey and a few vials of headache potion after we have a talk, am I?"
A whooshing sound, followed by a crack of breaking glass, filled the living area of the posh flat.
"Are you daft? I bought you that glass for a housewarming gift!"
"It was fucking ugly, anyway!"
"You horrid cow!"
In the living room, two heads full of dirty blonde hair were bent over their books, seemingly unperturbed by the minor battle taking place around them. Both men were seasoned veterans of the Madeline/Annaleigh Wars, bearing scars and deafened ear drums like battle wounds.
With a little whistle to catch his attention, Josh glanced over and quirked a brow at his brother, nodding at the book in his hand. Any good?
Jonathan looked up, then back down at his book. He shrugged. Not bad. Closing the hefty tome, he tossed it across the coffee table to Josh.
The youngest Cornfoot grinned. Cheers.
Reaching for his tumbler of whiskey, Jonathan saluted him with a twitch of his lips before taking a sip of the amber liquid. It was their salvation in a bottle, alcohol. Got him through the best of times, and made the shrill sounds of his sisters' shrieks a tad bit bearable. Pulling out his pocket watch, he examined the time and gave a deep sigh.
Maddy had only been there fifteen minutes.
"How does Macmillan stand to spend time with you, anyway? I always thought he was a smarter sort of bloke, but I guess I was wrong."
"Noah is a gentleman. I doubt you've ever heard the term-- the men you like to sleep around don't seem to understand the concept!"
"At least I'm getting some. It would do you some good to get laid... but you'd have to unthaw long enough to uncross your legs, and I doubt that will ever happen."
There was silence. That should have been their first clue that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.
The sound of skin on skin cracked through the air as Maddy's palm connected with Annaleigh's cheek, sending her younger sister's head whipping to the side with a force rarely displayed by the prim witch.
"I am not a slut, Annaleigh," she said, her voice low and even. "Unlike yourself."
Josh's head jerked up at the same time as his brother's, identical pairs of blue eyes meeting across the table. In unison, they rose and-- as nonchalantly as possible-- started towards the door. There was no need in sticking around to see who drew the first blood.
At least all they would be able to do was catfight. The brothers had-- rather sneakily-- pocketed their sisters' wands earlier in the evening.
"I am going to kill you, you little bitch!" Annaleigh screeched, fumbling in her pockets as she regained her bearings. "Where the bloody hell is my wand?"
Crack!
Crack!
"JONATHAN!"
"Joshy!"
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: The Cornfoot siblings
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 641
Summary: It's hard being a boy in the Cornfoot family-- especially with Maddy and Annaleigh in the mix.
Author's Notes: This was written as a little present for Kate!mugglechump. The characters within are the offspring of Stephen Cornfoot and Cassandra Montgomery, as played at pinksheep_wench and pink_lambs. Madeline and Annaleigh belong to Kate, and Jonathan and Josh belong to me. Kate, I hope you enjoy!
Madeline and Annaleigh were fighting.
That in and of itself was not shocking. The fact that was slightly surprising was that all four Cornfoot siblings were gathered in the same bit of space, with neither threats or bribes having hands in the matter. Under the guise of planning a surprise for their father's upcoming birthday, Madeline had summoned them-- to Jonathan and Annaleigh's flat, of course-- to discuss their ideas.
"My god, Maddy, Dad does not want a horse! He is not a real life prince, and when are you going to get that through your thick skull?"
"I know he's not a real prince, Annaleigh, but he's as good as one! Just because you don't seem to care a thing about Daddy or what he thinks-"
"What the BLOODY HELL is that supposed to mean?"
"I think you know good and well what that means!"
"Enlighten me, then, nitwit."
"Let's just say that I'm not the one who makes him lock himself in his study with a bottle of whiskey and a few vials of headache potion after we have a talk, am I?"
A whooshing sound, followed by a crack of breaking glass, filled the living area of the posh flat.
"Are you daft? I bought you that glass for a housewarming gift!"
"It was fucking ugly, anyway!"
"You horrid cow!"
In the living room, two heads full of dirty blonde hair were bent over their books, seemingly unperturbed by the minor battle taking place around them. Both men were seasoned veterans of the Madeline/Annaleigh Wars, bearing scars and deafened ear drums like battle wounds.
With a little whistle to catch his attention, Josh glanced over and quirked a brow at his brother, nodding at the book in his hand. Any good?
Jonathan looked up, then back down at his book. He shrugged. Not bad. Closing the hefty tome, he tossed it across the coffee table to Josh.
The youngest Cornfoot grinned. Cheers.
Reaching for his tumbler of whiskey, Jonathan saluted him with a twitch of his lips before taking a sip of the amber liquid. It was their salvation in a bottle, alcohol. Got him through the best of times, and made the shrill sounds of his sisters' shrieks a tad bit bearable. Pulling out his pocket watch, he examined the time and gave a deep sigh.
Maddy had only been there fifteen minutes.
"How does Macmillan stand to spend time with you, anyway? I always thought he was a smarter sort of bloke, but I guess I was wrong."
"Noah is a gentleman. I doubt you've ever heard the term-- the men you like to sleep around don't seem to understand the concept!"
"At least I'm getting some. It would do you some good to get laid... but you'd have to unthaw long enough to uncross your legs, and I doubt that will ever happen."
There was silence. That should have been their first clue that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.
The sound of skin on skin cracked through the air as Maddy's palm connected with Annaleigh's cheek, sending her younger sister's head whipping to the side with a force rarely displayed by the prim witch.
"I am not a slut, Annaleigh," she said, her voice low and even. "Unlike yourself."
Josh's head jerked up at the same time as his brother's, identical pairs of blue eyes meeting across the table. In unison, they rose and-- as nonchalantly as possible-- started towards the door. There was no need in sticking around to see who drew the first blood.
At least all they would be able to do was catfight. The brothers had-- rather sneakily-- pocketed their sisters' wands earlier in the evening.
"I am going to kill you, you little bitch!" Annaleigh screeched, fumbling in her pockets as she regained her bearings. "Where the bloody hell is my wand?"
Crack!
Crack!
"JONATHAN!"
"Joshy!"