December Challenge 2011 - Day 1 to 5
Author: wintervixen86
House: Ravenclaw
Summary: Prompt responses for days 1 to 5
Word Count: 859
Challenge: December Challenge 2011
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Only J.K. Rowling and her people owns them.
Prompt #1: Muggle Christmas Music
Scorpius was agitated.
He didn’t even know why.
All he was doing was sitting in the food court of a Muggle department store. The food in front of him was nice, Albus was sitting across the table looking gorgeous as he riffled through the bags of Christmas gifts he had already purchased.
There was no reason to feel so annoyed, but Scorpius was going insane.
“Merlin, what is wrong with me?” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Albus asked. His eyes sparkled with Christmas spirit and he smiled across the table at Scorpius.
Scorpius ran a hand over his face. “There’s something wrong with me. I’m so annoyed at absolutely everything.”
“Oh.” Albus smirked like his words explained everything. “It’s the carols.”
“The what?”
“Listen.”
Scorpius did. Then he heard them, the Christmas Carols playing through the food court speakers. They weren’t loud enough to drown conversation, but they were loud enough to become extremely annoying.
He groaned. “They’re so awful.”
***
Prompt #2: Frost
For a second, Albus thought it had snowed. But the second he stepped onto the Quad he realised it wasn’t snow at all, it was frost.
“Snow?” Scorpius asked hopefully. He stepped up behind Albus and peered over his shoulder. They were a little too close to be strictly appropriate, but Albus didn’t move away, if anything he moved a little closer until his back brushed Scorpius’s chest.
“Nope. Frost.”
“Hm.” Scorpius nuzzled Albus’ neck and moved away before anyone else noticed their quick display of intimacy. Albus wanted to follow him, to hold Scorpius’s hand and walk with him across the icy grounds. But they couldn’t. Not here.
***
Prompt #3: Decorating for the holidays
Albus could not look away. He stared discretely across the common room, watching as subtlety as he could as Scorpius stretched to hang tinsel around a portrait.
His shirt had come loose from his jeans and every time Scorpius stretched up on tiptoes to hang another decoration, the smooth stretch of skin above his waistband was revealed.
“Albus.”
“Albus!”
Albus tore his eyes away. “Huh?”
Rose smiled. “You’re staring.”
“No I’m not,” he denied immediately.
“Yes you are. You’re blushing too.”
She wasn’t lying. Albus could feel the heat in his cheeks. He dropped his eyes awkwardly.
“You should go see if he needs some help,” Rose suggested slyly.
Albus caught his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded. Yeah, that was a good idea.
***
Prompt #4: Baking cookies
Albus boosted himself up onto the counter, recipe book open in his hands. “Okay, are you ready?”
Scorpius donned an apron and slapped his hands together. “I’m ready, let’s do this.”
“Okay. One cup of flour.”
Scorpius measured the fluffy white powder out into a measuring jug and poured it into the mixing bowl.
“One cup of sugar.”
He completed the action and continued to add ingredients until he had his hands in the gooey mixture, mixing and kneading it together.
“Alright, it says we need to roll out the dough and then cut out shapes with the cutters.” Albus hopped off the bench and fished through the pantry. “What cutters do we have?”
“Christmas trees, stars-” Scorpius paused, lifting the dough from the bowl and slamming it down onto the counter top. “Little Santa’s.”
Albus found all three and slid them across the counter to Scorpius. He came up behind Scorpius and peered over his shoulder. “Looks good.”
“Looks like dough.”
Albus caught one of Scorpius’ hands and brought it to his mouth. Catching Scorpius’ eyes he sucked one finger wickedly into his mouth.
“Tastes like dough, too.”
***
Prompt #5: Finding the right Christmas Tree
“I like that one.”
Albus followed Scorpius’ arm to a beautiful (but very large) Christmas tree.
“I don’t think it would fit in our apartment.” Albus mused softly. He stood on tip toe and measured himself against it. “And even if it did, there is so way we’d get it up the stairs. It would look amazing in your dad’s house though. Not so great in ours.”
“Dad would never pick something so boring,” Scorpius said.
They continued down the long line of trees, searching for the perfect shape and size for their tiny apartment.
“I found it!” Albus suddenly laughed. He raced forward, careful not to slip on any ice and stopped at a tiny, scraggly Christmas tree. It barely reached Albus’ shoulder and was looking more than a little worse for wear.
“That is hideous,” Scorpius announced bluntly when he caught up.
Albus gaped in mock horror. “Don’t say that. Where’s your Christmas spirit, Scorpius? You’re supposed to help out the needy at this time of year.”
“That tree is not needy.”
“It is. Who else is going to buy it? It’s going to sit here, all by itself, all season.” Albus widened his eyes tragically. “All alone. At Christmas.”
Scorpius rolled his eyes. “You won’t succeed in making me feel sorry for a tree.”
“Come over here,” Albus said seriously, “and say that to its face.”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake!” Scorpius threw up his arms. “Fine. We’ll buy the scraggly tree.”
House: Ravenclaw
Summary: Prompt responses for days 1 to 5
Word Count: 859
Challenge: December Challenge 2011
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Only J.K. Rowling and her people owns them.
Prompt #1: Muggle Christmas Music
Scorpius was agitated.
He didn’t even know why.
All he was doing was sitting in the food court of a Muggle department store. The food in front of him was nice, Albus was sitting across the table looking gorgeous as he riffled through the bags of Christmas gifts he had already purchased.
There was no reason to feel so annoyed, but Scorpius was going insane.
“Merlin, what is wrong with me?” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Albus asked. His eyes sparkled with Christmas spirit and he smiled across the table at Scorpius.
Scorpius ran a hand over his face. “There’s something wrong with me. I’m so annoyed at absolutely everything.”
“Oh.” Albus smirked like his words explained everything. “It’s the carols.”
“The what?”
“Listen.”
Scorpius did. Then he heard them, the Christmas Carols playing through the food court speakers. They weren’t loud enough to drown conversation, but they were loud enough to become extremely annoying.
He groaned. “They’re so awful.”
***
Prompt #2: Frost
For a second, Albus thought it had snowed. But the second he stepped onto the Quad he realised it wasn’t snow at all, it was frost.
“Snow?” Scorpius asked hopefully. He stepped up behind Albus and peered over his shoulder. They were a little too close to be strictly appropriate, but Albus didn’t move away, if anything he moved a little closer until his back brushed Scorpius’s chest.
“Nope. Frost.”
“Hm.” Scorpius nuzzled Albus’ neck and moved away before anyone else noticed their quick display of intimacy. Albus wanted to follow him, to hold Scorpius’s hand and walk with him across the icy grounds. But they couldn’t. Not here.
***
Prompt #3: Decorating for the holidays
Albus could not look away. He stared discretely across the common room, watching as subtlety as he could as Scorpius stretched to hang tinsel around a portrait.
His shirt had come loose from his jeans and every time Scorpius stretched up on tiptoes to hang another decoration, the smooth stretch of skin above his waistband was revealed.
“Albus.”
“Albus!”
Albus tore his eyes away. “Huh?”
Rose smiled. “You’re staring.”
“No I’m not,” he denied immediately.
“Yes you are. You’re blushing too.”
She wasn’t lying. Albus could feel the heat in his cheeks. He dropped his eyes awkwardly.
“You should go see if he needs some help,” Rose suggested slyly.
Albus caught his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded. Yeah, that was a good idea.
***
Prompt #4: Baking cookies
Albus boosted himself up onto the counter, recipe book open in his hands. “Okay, are you ready?”
Scorpius donned an apron and slapped his hands together. “I’m ready, let’s do this.”
“Okay. One cup of flour.”
Scorpius measured the fluffy white powder out into a measuring jug and poured it into the mixing bowl.
“One cup of sugar.”
He completed the action and continued to add ingredients until he had his hands in the gooey mixture, mixing and kneading it together.
“Alright, it says we need to roll out the dough and then cut out shapes with the cutters.” Albus hopped off the bench and fished through the pantry. “What cutters do we have?”
“Christmas trees, stars-” Scorpius paused, lifting the dough from the bowl and slamming it down onto the counter top. “Little Santa’s.”
Albus found all three and slid them across the counter to Scorpius. He came up behind Scorpius and peered over his shoulder. “Looks good.”
“Looks like dough.”
Albus caught one of Scorpius’ hands and brought it to his mouth. Catching Scorpius’ eyes he sucked one finger wickedly into his mouth.
“Tastes like dough, too.”
***
Prompt #5: Finding the right Christmas Tree
“I like that one.”
Albus followed Scorpius’ arm to a beautiful (but very large) Christmas tree.
“I don’t think it would fit in our apartment.” Albus mused softly. He stood on tip toe and measured himself against it. “And even if it did, there is so way we’d get it up the stairs. It would look amazing in your dad’s house though. Not so great in ours.”
“Dad would never pick something so boring,” Scorpius said.
They continued down the long line of trees, searching for the perfect shape and size for their tiny apartment.
“I found it!” Albus suddenly laughed. He raced forward, careful not to slip on any ice and stopped at a tiny, scraggly Christmas tree. It barely reached Albus’ shoulder and was looking more than a little worse for wear.
“That is hideous,” Scorpius announced bluntly when he caught up.
Albus gaped in mock horror. “Don’t say that. Where’s your Christmas spirit, Scorpius? You’re supposed to help out the needy at this time of year.”
“That tree is not needy.”
“It is. Who else is going to buy it? It’s going to sit here, all by itself, all season.” Albus widened his eyes tragically. “All alone. At Christmas.”
Scorpius rolled his eyes. “You won’t succeed in making me feel sorry for a tree.”
“Come over here,” Albus said seriously, “and say that to its face.”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake!” Scorpius threw up his arms. “Fine. We’ll buy the scraggly tree.”