Homework
Title: Homework
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: LJ/Tweener
Rating: PG
Words: 477
Summary: Tweener requests LJ's help.
Warnings: Hogwarts!AU.
"I can't believe McGonagall gave us extra homework" Tweener complained loudly. "It's like slavery, yo!"
"Stop saying yo. It's not going to become a thing" LJ tells him from behind his book.
"Come on LJ, will you help me out here?" Tweener grabs his fellow Gryffindor friend by the shoulder to get his attention. "I'll help you in Potions!"
LJ hates that he can blackmail him like that. He's good at pretty much every single one of his subjects, he usually gets charms and spells mastered after only one class, but he hates Potions with a passion.
His mother, who was a muggle, said that he didn't really need to learn much about them, that it was a "total cliché" for him to be brewing potions like a witch from Salem, but he knew it was a necessary evil if he wanted to become an Auror like his father, a goal he had settled upon last year when Professor McGonagall sat him down and asked him what he wanted to do after Hogwarts.
And Potions, McGonagall had stated firmly, was a must for him to pursue that line of job after graduation.
"Fine, I'll help" LJ sighs, putting the book down and taking out his wand. "But you have to start paying more attention in class, I won't always be here for you."
Tweener snickers. "Quit lying, yo. I know you always will."
LJ doesn't allow himself to be flustered by his words, and swiftly searches for his Transfigurations textbook. When he doesn't find it, he points at his bag and whispers Accio, and it just comes out flying into his hand. Tweener mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "show-off".
It takes approximately an hour and a half before Tweener is making any sort of progress in transforming his book into a brick. It should be a simple spell for someone on his sixth year, but then again, he had never been the brightest tool in the shed. When the book turned an orange/red color that resembled that of a brick, Tweener got so excited that he jumped up, hugged LJ and gave a couple of first years that were passing by on their way to their rooms quite a scare.
But that was as close as they got.
"Try it again, one last time" LJ insists. "You almost got it. Just swing your wrist like this..."
He grabs Tweener's wrist and imitates the movement once again. He can feel Tweener initially resisting to let him grab him, but eventually warming up to him. LJ repeats the movement once again to forget the fact that he doesn't want to let his hand go.
This time, completely focused, Tweener finally gets it right. The fit of excitement is such that the entire common room glares at him, and LJ is barely able to contain a giggle at that.
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: LJ/Tweener
Rating: PG
Words: 477
Summary: Tweener requests LJ's help.
Warnings: Hogwarts!AU.
"I can't believe McGonagall gave us extra homework" Tweener complained loudly. "It's like slavery, yo!"
"Stop saying yo. It's not going to become a thing" LJ tells him from behind his book.
"Come on LJ, will you help me out here?" Tweener grabs his fellow Gryffindor friend by the shoulder to get his attention. "I'll help you in Potions!"
LJ hates that he can blackmail him like that. He's good at pretty much every single one of his subjects, he usually gets charms and spells mastered after only one class, but he hates Potions with a passion.
His mother, who was a muggle, said that he didn't really need to learn much about them, that it was a "total cliché" for him to be brewing potions like a witch from Salem, but he knew it was a necessary evil if he wanted to become an Auror like his father, a goal he had settled upon last year when Professor McGonagall sat him down and asked him what he wanted to do after Hogwarts.
And Potions, McGonagall had stated firmly, was a must for him to pursue that line of job after graduation.
"Fine, I'll help" LJ sighs, putting the book down and taking out his wand. "But you have to start paying more attention in class, I won't always be here for you."
Tweener snickers. "Quit lying, yo. I know you always will."
LJ doesn't allow himself to be flustered by his words, and swiftly searches for his Transfigurations textbook. When he doesn't find it, he points at his bag and whispers Accio, and it just comes out flying into his hand. Tweener mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "show-off".
It takes approximately an hour and a half before Tweener is making any sort of progress in transforming his book into a brick. It should be a simple spell for someone on his sixth year, but then again, he had never been the brightest tool in the shed. When the book turned an orange/red color that resembled that of a brick, Tweener got so excited that he jumped up, hugged LJ and gave a couple of first years that were passing by on their way to their rooms quite a scare.
But that was as close as they got.
"Try it again, one last time" LJ insists. "You almost got it. Just swing your wrist like this..."
He grabs Tweener's wrist and imitates the movement once again. He can feel Tweener initially resisting to let him grab him, but eventually warming up to him. LJ repeats the movement once again to forget the fact that he doesn't want to let his hand go.
This time, completely focused, Tweener finally gets it right. The fit of excitement is such that the entire common room glares at him, and LJ is barely able to contain a giggle at that.