cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-01-11 23:28:00

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Here's how it happens. You give me a couple, any couple (so long as I've played one of the characters) and I'll write a drabble around 100 words about them in reply to your comment. This can be ANY couple (anything.. shippiness or cuteness or whatever), and it can have been a game-canon couple, or something completely off-the-wall. I do back-history, I do future, and I do AU crack. If you want a particular theme or rating, let me know. The ratings will be anywhere from G to uh, well I suppose NC-17 but I dunno if I can get that in 100ish words.

/ = Shippyness and "and" means ordinary interaction

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Emmeline & Frank

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-15 04:32 am UTC (link)

"Red and gold."

"Oh, stop, you can't suck him into stereotypes before he's even born."

Frank turned to his cousin and frowned deeply, crossing his arms and looking back at the unpainted nursery walls. Alice, even though they'd found unscented paint and pregnancy safe paint, simply refused because she swore she could still smell it, so Frank had recruited Emmeline to help paint Baby Longbottom's room.

"Red would look good," Frank said with a nod, dipping his brush into the paint. Emmeline's wand whipped out immediately and banished the pain on the brush the moment Frank pulled it out of the tin.

"Red makes the room feel small and claustrophic," she said sharply, and with another flick of her wand opened the tin by her feet revealing a pastel blue, "Now this is the color of a baby boy's nursery."

"Blue as in Ravenclaw, blue as in no," Frank stated immediately, using a quick spell to turn the blue into a puke green. Emmeline let out a shriek, dropping her jaw in shock toward Frank before pointing her wand at his paint (which Frank had made a dive for) and turning it in pink and purple polka dots.

"Do you know how much this---" Frank hollered, dropping to the floor with a groan. Emmeline put her hands on her hips with a 'try me' look on her face. Frank frowned once more, looking down at the polka dots (polka dots, how had she---) before a wicked grin split across his face. He'd just gotten an idea, and was silently thanking the Marauders for being his roommates for seven years.

"Let's see how it looks," he said calmly, and before Emmeline could respond, Frank's wand was swirling over the polka dots and then shot the paint toward her, turning her plain skirt into fabric that perfectly mimicked the paint she'd created. Another shriek escaped her mouth and soon Frank's robes were the puke green color.

"I KNOW HAIR DYING SPELLS!" Emmeline shrieked as Frank hooted in laughter.

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