cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-04-14 20:19:00

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Name one of my characters and I'll give you a short drabble about one or more of their kids.

I know I've been pretty lame about answering all meme things (it doesn't help that you lot request like a billion lmao) but I was reading some of the old prompts from this one the bug bit :]

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	malcolmite 2008-04-15 01:27 am UTC (link)
	Carys!! (Reply to this)(Thread)

Carys Belby

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-15 02:23 am UTC (link)

The sound of hands slamming against piano keys made Clara Belby cringe, and she stood at the bottom of the steps instead of going up to see what was causing the frustration, because she could just see her daughter sitting at the piano, banging furiously as she messed up the run she'd just attempted. She knew what song it was, but Carys couldn't make it all the way through the fun part---it just wasn't happening. It was hard---and she'd only been taking piano lessons for a few months, and while Carys was rather good at it, she liked to do things by ear without the sheet music, and...well, she didn't have the perfect pitch her father did.

Clara made sure to duck away and into the next room when the whirlwind of her daughter came down the stairs in a flourish. She poked her head out a bit to spot Carys slam herself down onto the couch after flicking on the telly, going straight to---of course, MTV.

"You sounded good!" Clara said, picking up a towel and wiping her hands, even though she'd been no where near the kitchen.

"Billy Joel's rolling over in his grave," the girl muttered, not twisting from her upside down position on the couch, her blond hair draping down to the ground.

"Billy Joel's...not dead."

She caught her daughter's eye now, and forced a smile as the girl glared sharply. Should've just let the piano man lie in his grave, Clara thought with a gentle roll of her eyes.

***I'll have you know she had me searching for half an hour for this song. I started it and she was like NO IT'S THIS SONG and I was like I DON'T KNOW THE NAME! "I DON'T CARE" so I was calling people lmao but then I found it. The part I'm thinking of starts at 2:49 XD

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	crocketed 2008-04-15 01:28 am UTC (link)
	Emmeline! Sebastian! (Reply to this)(Thread)

Andrew Dearborn

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-15 02:48 am UTC (link)

Ugh. This whole, look-at-me-I-can-do-wandless-magic thing her son was so very into these days was not amusing anymore.

Well, it was, Emmeline could hardly believe that he was so good at controlling his magic at such a young...well, no, he was her son, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise, it was more of the fact that Andrew knew what he was doing, what the magic was. It was becoming rather hard to outsmart the freshly three-year-old these days, she must admit.

That's why, when she heard the door of their bedroom creak open, Emmeline pulled the quilt a bit over her head. They'd charmed his crib bars to stay up (it was really---a bed, but with bars on the side, and he was still managing to roll off and onto the floor), they'd charmed his door so that a light would go off in their room would go off when it was opened, and somehow, Andrew still managed to slip into theirs without any sort of detection until the very last second.

Her eyes shut tightly as she felt his body press into the mattress, and if he found one of them was awake, that would mean milk, that would mean a story, that would mean at least one round of his board game that he couldn't really play but liked the shape of the game pieces...so...just...stay...very---

"Ow!" Emmeline let out at the pinch in her back, and she turned over with a violent whack to Caradoc's side, as she knew exactly what he'd done that for---

"Mummy up!" Andrew shrieked, hurtling across the bed and onto her lap. "Milk? Sip' cup?"

"Your father's up too," Emmeline said, trying to drag Caradoc out with her. Andrew looked over at the still 'slumbering' form of his father and shook his head.

"Nooooo, daddy sleep now. We play!"

At the distinct sound of a laugh turned into a snore, Emmeline swept Andrew up into her arms and stormed out of the bedroom, the boy babbling on and on in her ear.

Caradoc wasn't getting fed tomorrow.

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Anthony Goldstein

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-15 03:10 am UTC (link)

"Like this?"

Sebastian pulled up from behind his camera and puffed his cheeks, shaking his head and coming around the tripod and repositioning his son the stool. These stupid---portraits were so utterly ridiculous, but Mackenzie had related how Matilda had casually mentioned how odd it was that Anthony didn't have one, so of course that meant he needed one. Not that his wife had asked, no, she'd just---given him one of those sad little looks, a sigh with her eyes and...Sebastian had always been a sucker.

"No, you've---sit up straighter. No, not," he frowned and picked up the six year old under his shoulders to give him a little friendly shake. Their cat, Fred, jumped off of Anthony's lap just in time and prowled around the legs of the chair, knowing it was needed, "Get all the jiggles out!"

Anthony laughed in a shrilly manner and blew raspberries with his lips before Sebastian sat him back down. He put his hand to his son's back to straighten it out, and he put Anthony's hand on top of Fred's head (see, the cat knew when it was needed), just like a proper young gentleman should sit. Fucking hated Matilda, honest he did---

"Right! On three, I'm going to take it, okay? Look so handsome, Tony, you do---one--two---"

As the camera flashed, their cat, Fred, jumped a foot in the air, and Anthony's arms went up to try and catch him, howling all the time as the animal had buried his claws into his thigh (a daily occurrance, but, still---). Anthony shot off to chase after Fred, and Sebastian pulled the photo out from the front of the camera. W

With a little shake, the picture developed and---Sebastian let out a loud laugh, nodding in approval. Yep, this was definitely going in that spot over the mantle, right where Matilda could see it when she flounced over tomorrow.

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	im_sirius 2008-04-15 02:05 am UTC (link)
	Matilda - with Marcus tooooo Elena! XD Rabastan!! XDDD (Reply to this)(Thread)

Anton Mulciber

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-17 02:05 am UTC (link)

Anton frowned back at Marcus, but continued to trudge up the hill. The other boy was more than a year older than him, but it was rare that Anton wasn't the one in charge of the situation. Not that they had situations often; Anton's father quite clearly despised Marcus', so these 'play dates' as his mother annoyingly called them, usually only occurred when his father was out of town.

"Hurry up, it's only a little further," the younger boy said, not slowing down.

"You are---a fast little---"

"Little what?" the ten-year-old snapped. Marcus' lips shut tightly but he just shrugged, and Anton turned back to the course at hand. The Mulciber estate was far too large for boy to have discovered each and every secret, but Anton was bent on finding them all before he was shipped off to Durmstrang with Xavier next year.

Ugh. Not that he didn't enjoy his cousin's company, but Durmstrang was cold and far away---the only thing that kept Anton from throwing a fit was all the stories of the wizards that came from the school.

"Where are we going, Anton?" Marcus finally let out, sick of being bossed around. Anton didn't answer, and pushed through a hedge of bushes to reveal a large pond, with the arm of a squid dipping below the surface just as Marcus burst through. "Oh. Cool."

"Very."

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	mikipinku 2008-04-15 03:04 am UTC (link)
	HMMMMMM Javier! James (because there's never enough Harry around)! Caitlin! (Reply to this)(Thread)

Alicia Spinnet

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-16 05:15 am UTC (link)

"What's this do?"

Javier wheeled his chair over to where Alicia was fiddling with the buttons of his soundboard. It was safe; so long as she didn't touch the big red switch way on the other side of the board, they wouldn't go on air and ruin the ridiculously boring talk show Tilden Toots did every. Bloody. Day. Who honestly cared about herbology that much?

He peered over his daughter's shoulder, mussing her hair lightly as his eyes scanned where her fingers were playing.

"That does all those funny sound affects," he said with a grin; he'd introduced the muggle-style sound board when he first came to the WWN, and with a few charms, it was honestly just as easy as pressing the buttons. No 'ekletricity' as the wizards with no idea about the muggle world called it, and Javier grinned as Alicia began pressing the buttons, eliciting honks and squeals and other random noise from the board.

He swiveled around and began to fiddle with some programs for the upcoming concert, and was getting lost in the spelling of this one wizard's name spelling when his ears perked up at the sound of Alicia speaking.

"Well---usually, when I play in the dirt, I tend to put all the wormies I find in a bucket."

Javier's eyes widened and he turned around, watching his daughter walk back and forth with the charmed phone held to her ear by her shoulder as she examined her nails. He could see Tilden screaming on the other side of the glass, but Javier couldn't hear him.

"Yes--a big bucket, really, sometimes they manage to squirm out---"

He gave a 'I can't hear you' gesture to his ears, and sat back with a grin, listening to Alicia's gardening advice.

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Harry Potter

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-17 02:48 am UTC (link)

Harry Potter did not have the greatest of imaginations.

It usually took a lot of prodding from his teachers to get a story out of him, and when they did, it was the basic hero's tale---there was a dragon, a princess in trouble, and the knight to save the day.

Not that he didn't like stories other kinds of stories, Harry actually loved hearing them; he loved story time the most, because that's when all the kids were paying attention to the teacher, and not to his extra large clothing or his messy hair or his crooked glasses. They didn't care, during the knight's tale that he had to walk a good five meters behind his cousin when he came home from school, or that his parents never made it to the special events because he didn't have any.

So---when they told him his stories weren't very original, that he needed to try and expand his horizons, Harry merely shrugged and continued writing his tales, drawing pictures of ferocious beasts with three heads and the wizards (there was always a wizard in a hero's tale) that helped the hero slay the evil dragon. He didn't find anything wrong with these tales, Harry liked that the hero always won in the end (because the good guys should always win in the end, he believed), and handed in his journals and sheets of construction paper with little to no concern of the sighs his teacher might give him, or the sad looks they'd send at his back when he returned to his seat.

Dudley made fun of him, usually, tearing up the pieces of paper he dumped out of Harry's book bag on the way home. 'Dragons aren't real' 'Knights would get burnt alive if they saw one!' 'Stop giving the hero your stupid glasses!'

Today was exceptionally bad; Dudley and his friends had come over to play Playstation, and had kicked Harry's book bag all the way home, causing most of his homework and assignments to scatter across the lawns of his neighbors (he was definitely going to get in trouble with his uncle, almost all those papers had his name on them--). Harry swiped up his bag moment before they reached the Dursley's front yard and darted into the house. Aunt Petunia let out a shriek and banished him to his broom cupboard, but Harry had already shut the door of his sanctuary.

He dug through his bag and pulled out any of the papers that were still inside, disappointed at the lack of math homework. But, surprisingly, his illustration from art class was still intact. Harry dropped over the edge of his bed and rummaged for the scotch tape he'd swiped from his aunt, and crawled to the head of his bed with the paper tightly held between his lips. He pulled pieces of tape off and properly set the picture on the wall.

Harry sat back and examined the wizards carefully. He hadn't had time to put in the dragon or even the knight, but he was proud of the detail in the robes (wizards wore robes, everyone knew that) and their hats, and the sparks from their wands. They were going to stay up on his wall until Dudley ripped it down, but until then---they would guard his cupboard and all of his belongings with their spells and magical powers.

Except that they were just a stupid piece of paper.

Harry Potter did not have the greatest of imaginations.

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	awesomecakes 2008-04-15 03:13 am UTC (link)
	Sam! and Juliet :] (Reply to this)(Thread)

	cristina_lacosa 2008-04-15 03:16 am UTC (link)
	lol wrong person babe (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wadcock 2008-04-15 03:22 am UTC (link)
	Fucking shit.... I totally meant Elena (they have enough kids for you to do two) and Adelaide. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Lee Jordan

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-16 06:55 am UTC (link)

Lee knew he shouldn't be so interested in that puddle of mud.

Really.

He knew it was filled with germs and bugs and other disgusting things that his mummy and daddy warned him about, but boy did he want to go and investigate. Lee shuffled his feet a bit and looked up at his parents, who were talking with some couple they'd run into during their weekly walk through the park.

Well. If he was doing it for scientific research...Lee slowly made his way over to the puddle, looking over his shoulder to make sure his parents were still occupied. Boy, they sure liked to talk! Good for him, though; that left him with lots of time to figure out what exactly made this mud puddle tick. His dad was always saying that, trying to figure out what made things tick.

Lee tentatively dipped the tip of his shoe into the puddle, and held back a giggle. Ooh, it was deep. A deep, deep mud puddle that was far too irresistible, and Lee planted his foot into it, splattering the mud up his pants and shirt and--yes his face!

No more holding back---he squealed and began stomping around in the puddle, and did not hear his mother's cries of shock and was quickly swept up by his father, earning a scolding.

Eh. It was okay. He was quite thoroughly covered in his investigation.

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	snwpnitsirk 2008-04-16 05:21 am UTC (link)
	Eliza! Estella! Dimitri! Bess, AU another baby with Fabian! (Reply to this)(Thread)

Liam Prewett

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-16 07:15 am UTC (link)

"I can't!"

Liam pouted greatly, clinging onto his broomstick. Bess and Sadie sat on a nearby bench, both with identical expressions of amusement. They were even sitting in the same position; leaning back, sunglasses over their eyes, with their feet crossed at the ankles, but it was just out of habit.

Fabian stood up straight and put his hands on his side, turning to the girls for a moment before looking back at his son.

"Liiiiiam. Just say, up!"

"I can't!" the boy gripped the handle of broom tightly, but his feet remained planted to the ground. Bess grinned over her sunglasses; she had told Fabian that the boy wasn't going to do it, and after the hour of trying, it seemed like her husband was ready to give up.

But---Fabian was always telling her; never give up on a Gryffindor's stubborn streak. She watched as he started over toward Liam, and he took the tiny broomstick from the three year old and put it between his legs. Sadie began to giggle and Bess shushed her in an excited manner, just---he wasn't, was he---

"Up!" Fabian exclaimed, and---yes for a moment, the tiny broom held his weight and he was floating barely a meter off the ground.

"MY BROOM!" Liam shrieked. He grabbed the handle and pushed it up, making Fabian fall back and---oomph. Liam ran to Bess, flinging himself into her arms and she tried, really she did! She tried very hard not to laugh at her husband's groaning form.

"Ooh Daddy," Sadie let out through her gales of laughter, and she rushed off the bench to tackle him into a tickle fight. Liam continued to pout, and Bess kissed the top of his head.

"S'alright, maybe tomorrow Daddy can bring his own broom."

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	johnnyrcash 2008-04-17 02:59 am UTC (link)
	... Graciela obviously :\| (Reply to this)(Thread)

Zacharias Smith

cristina_lacosa
2008-04-17 04:04 am UTC (link)

Zacharias was not looking forward to having a sibling.

A sister, at that.

His legs swung idly in the waiting room as he glowered at the pink balloon in his hand. At least the string was white, Zac didn't know what he would do if he had to touch the pink thing. His eyes shot down across the room to glare at Lavender, who was talking to herself; well, she had her dolls and was bouncing them around, but the conversation was normally about herself.

Ugh. He was going to have one of those around all the time.

He looked up at his uncle Santiago, who was asleep, slumped in his chair. See. A brother would be good. Nice, smart, quiet. Not dumb and loud like Lavender. Even Papa said that brothers were much better (even though Mami hit him afterward, but Zacharias tended to lean toward his father's perception of life), so this...this little sister better be ready to be as intelligent as he was.

The door to the waiting room opened and his aunt Psyke and uncle Santiago were up before the children were. Papa was at the door, grinning madly, and he ushered Zacharias over. Ugh, this was it. Maybe he could ask Mami to put her back, because really. A girl just didn't fit into their equation. Or! Or maybe they could send her to live with Lavender. Yes, yes he was going to suggest that.

Zacharias' mouth shut as he entered his mother's room, eying the pink bundle in her arms. His father gave him a nudge and he shuffled over, sticking his arm out stiffly to hand over the balloon.

"Ooh, she loves it," his mami said, and she gave the balloon to Papa before turning the baby to face Zacharias. There was silence as he examined her face. Isabella's face. His sister's face. She was...cute. She looked like his mother.

"So?" his dad asked, coming around the bed and watching his son curiously. "What's the final verdict?"

Zac leaned forward and scrunched his nose at Isabella, and she opened her eyes and blinked rapidly at him, letting out a soft hiccup. He couldn't help the small smile that quirked onto his face.

"She's acceptable," he said with a nod.

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	kickawesome 2008-04-17 05:54 pm UTC (link)
	Pheeeeeebs. Erin. :] (Reply to this)

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