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cris • tee • nuh ([info]cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2010-01-05 18:01:00


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Ally's Children Meme!
Name one of my characters' children and none or more of your characters' children, and I will write a drabble featuring them. If you have a specific child or prompt in mind, include that, too.

"/" = shipping and "+" = general fic

My Children!



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Fred + Tristan
[info]cristina_lacosa
2010-01-06 12:01 am UTC (link)
Fred chewed on the bundle of grapes he'd snatched off of the fruit salad bar and stared down at the miserable blonde in front of him. He knew his hard gaze was making the other boy twitch, and Fred was enjoying the fact. He hadn't seen his cousin in...oh...years? Definitely before Hogwarts, that was for sure. Fred caught a seed from the grapes between his teeth and with the expertise only a Weasley twin could maintain.

"Scusi," Tristan Prewett snapped, glaring up at his cousin. Fred smirked, sliding into a chair beside the boy, continuing to examine him.

"Don't give me that Italian bullshit, I know you speak English."

"Non la capisco," the blonde snipped, turning away in his seat. Fred didn't budge, and leaned forward, chewing even louder on the grapes. It may not seem like it, with the way that Fred and George tortured Ron and Ginny, but he valued his family. If his siblings hadn't noticed, the twins were the only ones allowed to bug them. So, this Italian punk better get in tune with his Weasley side. Or, well, Prewett side.

"I'm named after your dad," Fred commented, sitting back and enjoying watching Tristan snap toward him with a glare.

"Your name is Fred," he spat, and Fred pointed a stiff finger at him.

"See, I knew you spoke English!" He watched as Tristan rolled his eyes and began to turn away, but Fred continued, "My name is Frederick Gideon, and your dad was my godfather."

Tristan refused to meet his gaze, but Fred watched as his eyes widened as they focused on the ground. "I did not know that."

"That's what happens when you're stuck in some snotty school."

"Are all Hogwarts students as annoying as you?"

"Every last single one!" Fred crowed, grabbing his cousin's hand, "Now come on and dance or I'll stick spiders down your shirt!"

Tristan let out a yelp, but looked more scared of the spiders and maybe, maybe smiled at the idea of being with his family.

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