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trinityday) wrote2006-03-05 08:49 am
trinityday) wrote2006-03-05 08:49 am
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Ficlet: The Gardens
Title: The Gardens
Characters: Lily, Sirius, James
Word Count 615
Author's Notes: Written fordaily15 in which I did no planning and no reading over and no editing. A true 15 minute word ficlet. Okay, 16 minutes, when you get right down to it. For their word #402: Mess.
“I leave you two alone for fifteen minutes and look at this place!” Lily exclaimed, stopping short in the doorway of the front entrance, as dangerous as that was. If Moody were here, he would no doubt be giving a lecture about now, but James and Sirius had done plenty of more dangerous things in their lives (not to mention stupid things, which Lily would be bound to bring up if they tried to give her safety tips) so they were ones to talk.
Besides, they were currently too busy giving each other scared looks, Lily sheepish ones and trying to sink down behind Harry, as if putting Lily’s only son in the front of the battle lines might actually do something to stop the damage that was sure to occur.
“What are you doing back so soon?” James demanded, scrambling to his feet.
“Well?” she said impatiently, ignoring James‘ question because it didn‘t deserve consideration, not when you took into account the state of her living room. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
She came inside now, remembering to lock the door behind her even though she was obviously very mad, and began to walk towards the three boys. James and Sirius, as one, shrunk back even further, but Harry just tottered before his Mamma, holding his hands out to be picked up. The thirteen-month old child was either braver than either of the Gryffindor men, or else just couldn’t pick up that his mother was on the warpath.
Or, more likely, knew that she would never blame him for the overturned furniture and the transfigured mechanical peacocks that were doing their best to trip the harrowed woman as she stalked towards her husband and his best friend.
“Umm…” James thought fast.
“Happy birthday?” Sirius offered.
Lily’s eyes narrowed even further. “It’s not my birthday. My birthday was months ago.”
“Happy anniversary?” Sirius supplied instead.
She turned to her husband. “James? What do you have to say for yourself?”
“At least they’re not real peacocks?” was what he had to say for himself. “I mean, we wouldn’t want peacock sh--poop all over our floors, would we?”
“I would have thought that we also wouldn’t want upended furniture over our--” She broke off in the middle of the lecture, which was actually a little more alarming than anything else she’d done so far and gave the room a better surveyance. “Did you make a fort?”
James beamed, but Sirius scoffed. “Not a fort. Why would we have peacocks in a fort?”
“We made a garden!” James told her proudly. “See the pergolas? And that’s the stream.” He pointed to a broken line of cushions that had been turned blue.
“…a garden?” Lily repeated weakly.
“The Royal Sirius and James Botanical Gardens,” Sirius corrected her.
“We were just about to start on the trees when you arrived home.”
“God save me from you two ever having royal powers,” Lily muttered, but it was more of an automatic answer than anything else. “But you couldn’t have done this outside? That’s where gardens are, usually. Outside.”
Sirius gave her a scathing look. “Lily, it’s raining outside. I’m not standing outside, mucking about in the dirt in the rain. I did enough of that in Herbology.”
“It’s mud in the rain,” James corrected. “And then you’d just get upset about us tracking mud everywhere, and we didn’t want that, so we decided to--”
“Tear my nicely decorated living room apart in an attempt to keep my son entertained but really entertaining yourselves and pretending like you’re five years old again?” Lily suggested.
“See?” James said triumphantly. “I knew that you’d get it if we just explained ourselves!”
Characters: Lily, Sirius, James
Word Count 615
Author's Notes: Written for
daily15 in which I did no planning and no reading over and no editing. A true 15 minute word ficlet. Okay, 16 minutes, when you get right down to it. For their word #402: Mess.“I leave you two alone for fifteen minutes and look at this place!” Lily exclaimed, stopping short in the doorway of the front entrance, as dangerous as that was. If Moody were here, he would no doubt be giving a lecture about now, but James and Sirius had done plenty of more dangerous things in their lives (not to mention stupid things, which Lily would be bound to bring up if they tried to give her safety tips) so they were ones to talk.
Besides, they were currently too busy giving each other scared looks, Lily sheepish ones and trying to sink down behind Harry, as if putting Lily’s only son in the front of the battle lines might actually do something to stop the damage that was sure to occur.
“What are you doing back so soon?” James demanded, scrambling to his feet.
“Well?” she said impatiently, ignoring James‘ question because it didn‘t deserve consideration, not when you took into account the state of her living room. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
She came inside now, remembering to lock the door behind her even though she was obviously very mad, and began to walk towards the three boys. James and Sirius, as one, shrunk back even further, but Harry just tottered before his Mamma, holding his hands out to be picked up. The thirteen-month old child was either braver than either of the Gryffindor men, or else just couldn’t pick up that his mother was on the warpath.
Or, more likely, knew that she would never blame him for the overturned furniture and the transfigured mechanical peacocks that were doing their best to trip the harrowed woman as she stalked towards her husband and his best friend.
“Umm…” James thought fast.
“Happy birthday?” Sirius offered.
Lily’s eyes narrowed even further. “It’s not my birthday. My birthday was months ago.”
“Happy anniversary?” Sirius supplied instead.
She turned to her husband. “James? What do you have to say for yourself?”
“At least they’re not real peacocks?” was what he had to say for himself. “I mean, we wouldn’t want peacock sh--poop all over our floors, would we?”
“I would have thought that we also wouldn’t want upended furniture over our--” She broke off in the middle of the lecture, which was actually a little more alarming than anything else she’d done so far and gave the room a better surveyance. “Did you make a fort?”
James beamed, but Sirius scoffed. “Not a fort. Why would we have peacocks in a fort?”
“We made a garden!” James told her proudly. “See the pergolas? And that’s the stream.” He pointed to a broken line of cushions that had been turned blue.
“…a garden?” Lily repeated weakly.
“The Royal Sirius and James Botanical Gardens,” Sirius corrected her.
“We were just about to start on the trees when you arrived home.”
“God save me from you two ever having royal powers,” Lily muttered, but it was more of an automatic answer than anything else. “But you couldn’t have done this outside? That’s where gardens are, usually. Outside.”
Sirius gave her a scathing look. “Lily, it’s raining outside. I’m not standing outside, mucking about in the dirt in the rain. I did enough of that in Herbology.”
“It’s mud in the rain,” James corrected. “And then you’d just get upset about us tracking mud everywhere, and we didn’t want that, so we decided to--”
“Tear my nicely decorated living room apart in an attempt to keep my son entertained but really entertaining yourselves and pretending like you’re five years old again?” Lily suggested.
“See?” James said triumphantly. “I knew that you’d get it if we just explained ourselves!”