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Jul. 13th, 2005 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vivienDrabbles? Ask me for some! I am in an incredible writing mood for some reason.
I'll be best with HP and Milli-canon, and I don't fear future fic. Much.
Ask away!!
I'll be best with HP and Milli-canon, and I don't fear future fic. Much.
Ask away!!
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Date: 2005-07-13 11:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:11 am (UTC)(And look down this thread for a grown up Ingress drabble)
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Date: 2005-07-19 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-13 11:46 pm (UTC)Tom babysitting the Tonks-Wrangle menagerie.
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:05 am (UTC)Bernard laughed and handed him baby Jacob. "You'll be fine, and Nymphadora and I need some time to ourselves. The angel was going to do it, but something came up. Besides," and with this, he grinned, "you better get used to it."
Tom took the baby, paling and swallowing hard. Door was due with their first child in three months. Mary Poppins had left when Ingress had gone to Valdemar the year before. He was terrified and excited about the prospect of the baby, but Tom had never dealt with an infant. Sunny had been the youngest child he'd known. "Rather."
Sunny dashed into the living room. "Tom, Tom, Tom!!! Can we do magic?"
Anthony followed close on her heels. "Yeah, will you show us magic? Or Open stuff? That's cool!"
It was like Ingress times four, the two of them together. At least little Charlotte was busy having a snack of Cheerios in her high chair. Bernard slipped out the door, as Tom replied to the children, "Sure, that would be fine. Why don't you two sit down quietly and I'll do all the magic you want."
The baby started crying.
"Blast..." said Tom, as Anthony and Sunny began jumping up and down on the couch. This was going to be a long night. He hoped he wouldn't have to resort to Petrificus Totalus, but as he patted the screaming baby's back in vain, he decided not to rule anything out.
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Date: 2005-07-14 11:58 pm (UTC)Bernard had made one for them to share with extra whipped cream and cherries, and now they were both in a bouncy mood.
At one table they saw Indy and Raph deep in discussion. Neither had noticed the children sitting at the bar. Ingress looked at Gavroche with a bright blue sparkle in her eyes. Gavroche looked right back at Ingress with a decidedly devilish grin. Much whispering back and forth ensued. A few minutes later, they both slipped from their bar stools in full stealth mode.
The two grown ups continued thier discussion as Gavroche and Ingress snuck under their table, slithering quietly along like one of the House of Arch snakes. A couple of minutes later they snuck back out, going to a nearby table to wait and watch.
Finally, after minutes went by that felt like hours and hours, Indy and Raph both stood to go on to whatever the grown ups did during the day at Milliways. As they laughed and began to walk away, both tripped and staggered, finding much to their chagrin that their shoeslaces had been tied together. They looked around angrily only to see a blur of blue and brown ducking through the House of Arch painting amidst much giggling.
Some days it was just too much fun to be a kid.
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-13 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-15 12:12 am (UTC)She tended to have a pack of youngsters on her heels, ranging from her teen and pre-teen nieces and nephews (the Tonks-Wrangle kids fell into this category, of course) to smaller children whose parents had met and stayed at Milliways. As had been done for herself, she told them all stories of valor and bravery, took them out back and taught them basic fighting techniques, and did her best to not teach them too much mischief or tell them too many stories about pranking the old regulars of the bar.
If trouble came up, she dealt with it quickly and efficiently, escorting rabblerousers and assorted Dark magicians and hostile entities into the cells with ease. It kept her in practice. She didn't dare risk letting her skills fall into disuse even if she was only home a week or two.
What she enjoyed most about her visits were the nights when Tom and Door found someone to watch the children and joined her for the evening at Milliways. They'd sit around talking with Dora and Bernard (and every time she come home, it startled her how much older they, along with Tom and Door, seemed to look), Aziraphael (who was very proud of her, she could tell) and Crowley (who was just as sarcastic as ever in his fond way. Sometimes other old friends would drop by, and they'd all sit up talking for hours.
It was grand to come for a visit, to see how the kids had grown, to tell new stories and reminisce over old ones. But after a while she yearned to go back home to Valdemar. Tom understood this, even if Door never quite did. She knew she was treasured and loved on both worlds, though, and that made all the difference to her.
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:06 am (UTC):: I'd like to see Eddie again. He'd be good to have along on a tour like this - I could use a story tonight by the campfire.::
:: He always did tell the best stories. I enjoyed listening to them with you, little one.::
Ingress snorts at the old term of endearment, the one Megwyn and Tom still call her though she's nearly as tall as Tom himself now. Door always shakes her head when Ingress comes home for visits, teasing that she must have been a changeling, as no one else in the family had a giantess' genes.
:: Remember Oriza plates? ::
A soft bubbling of laughter peals through Ingress' mind. :: How could I forget? I lived in dread that you'd arrive in Valdemar and break all the crockery in your zeal.::
:: They came in handy at that tavern ambush last year, didn't they?:: Ingress' eyes flash with red swirling flecks as she stares into the distance.
::That they did, dear heart.::
Ingress doesn't speak for a while. This life is not an easy one, and she's grateful for all of her teachers and storytellers at Milliways who so carefully prepared her one step at a time, one swing of a sword at a time, one story at a time. She carries Arithon's sword and she keeps an adult-sized pink crossbow and a slingshot in her kit all times.
One thing she's carried with her in a pouch everywhere she's gone since she stepped foot in Valdemar ten years ago is a miniature tea set plate, mended time after time by glue or magic. It is her first Oriza plate, thrown against the wall of her room with a warrior's cry.
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:07 am (UTC)Anthy wanted to take a step back and and she wanted to take a step forward at the same moment so she ended up standing perfectly still. "She's pretty."
Koutali raised her head as if to get a better look. She hissed.
"She says you smell very nice," Said Tom grinning.
"Oh? Does she?" said Anthy, smiling politely.
Tom noticed her hesitancy. Or maybe it was just her oddness. In any case, he didn't want to scare her. He thought she'd like meeting a snake, seeing as she seemed to like basilisks so well.
"I can take her away if you'd like."
"No, no," said Anthy, smiling, her eyes on Koutali's sleek black scales. "She's very nice."
"Would you like to hold her?"
Anthy was still a moment and then nodded her head. Tom moved his arm close to Anthy's and with a kind hiss to Koutali, the snake slowly wound herself loosely around Anthy's forearm.
Anthy beamed.
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Date: 2005-07-15 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 12:41 am (UTC)Option One: a younger Tom Riddle with his first pet snake.
Option Two: A present-day Susan Pevensie meets Aslan again.
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Date: 2005-07-14 11:55 pm (UTC)Susan stood before the great lion, staring down at the floor. Her legs were wobbly, making her sway somewhat in her stylish pumps. Her cheeks were splotched with color. She stood there, ashamed and angry, a Daughter of Eve swathed in Chanel No. 5 and sin.
"Look up, child," said Aslan, his voice deep and resounding yet not loud by any definition of the word.
She slowly looked up, expecting to see disappointment, disapproval, even disgust in the proud face before her. A tear rolled down her cheek. All she saw was a deep, unconditional love.
***
Tom had been saving pocket money earned from tutoring for two years. Even at age fourteen he wasn't brash enough to try the Imperius curse on a shopkeeper and in Tom's twisted mind, stealing was something to not even be considered. That was something a filthy Muggle would do.
One must keep a low profile, after all, if one had plans like Tom did.
The hours of guiding cretins through the steps of basic, boring magic had paid off. His Head of House had needed to make a shopping trip and had asked Tom if he'd like to come along. He was alone in the Slytherin dormitories this Christmas, which was more than fine with him, after all, and even a woman like Solange Olivier had to take pity on him and offer this special treat.
He stood before a cage in a Muggle pet shop gaily decorated for the holidays. He'd exchanged his hard earned knuts and sickles for shillings at Gringotts not an hour before. He regretted having to come here, but no shops in the Wizarding world traded in snakes.
He had picked this one out especially. She wasn't poisonous, but she had the nicest voice of all the others, sounding intelligent and eager to escape her prison. Tom knew how she felt.
The shopkeeper gingerly placed the snake in a box for him to take back to Hogwarts. As he left the store, he smiled a rare, genuinely pleased smile. No one he cared about would see, and he had his own snake now, someone he could talk to. Someone who wouldn't care about his blood or his lack of money. It was the finest Christmas he'd ever known.
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Date: 2005-07-14 01:01 am (UTC)::has developed awful passion for good Minerva, which is entirely M'ways related::
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Date: 2005-07-19 02:23 am (UTC)She'd planned on disarming the newest member of the Dueling Club easily using a standard Expelliarmus spell and Mild Stunning hex. Instead, the fourth year had done the unthinkable - he'd beaten her to the draw. She'd had an undefeated record for two years, since the beginning of her fifth year.
Her opponent appeared looming over her. For a fourth year, he was quite tall already. He reached down a hand to help her up.
"All right, McGonagall?" said Tom Riddle, as polite as could be.
She accepted his help even though her pride was stung more than anything. "Yes, I'm just fine."
He smiled, ducking his head. He was the very picture of polite, good sportsmanship. "I'm glad to hear. Must've been beginner's luck."
"Good show, Riddle," she said. "Glad to have you on the team." Her lips were pressed firmly into a straight line as she took a seat and watched the rest of the practice. It was just losing that made her feel odd; there was something about him that gave her the shivers despite his handsome good looks and impeccable manners.
Tom bested each and every opponent and made it look as easy as breathing to do so. Minerva watched and made note of his technique, something she'd be glad she did many, many years in the future.
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Date: 2005-07-19 02:29 am (UTC)She'd planned on disarming the newest member of the Dueling Club easily using a standard Expelliarmus spell and Mild Stunning hex. Instead, the fourth year had done the unthinkable - he'd beaten her to the draw. She'd had an undefeated record for two years, since the beginning of her fifth year.
Her opponent appeared looming over her. For a fourth year, he was quite tall already. He reached down a hand to help her up.
"All right, McGonagall?" said Tom Riddle, as polite as could be.
She accepted his help even though her pride was stung more than anything. "Yes, I'm just fine."
He smiled, ducking his head. He was the very picture of polite, good sportsmanship. "I'm glad to hear. Must've been beginner's luck."
"Good show, Riddle," she said. "Glad to have you on the team." Her lips were pressed firmly into a straight line as she took a seat and watched the rest of the practice. It was just losing that made her feel odd; there was something about him that gave her the shivers despite his handsome good looks and impeccable manners.
Tom bested each and every opponent and made it look as easy as breathing to do so. Minerva watched and made note of his technique throughout the rest of the year, something she'd be glad she did many, many years in the future.
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Date: 2005-07-14 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-15 12:00 am (UTC)Raven watched her, smiling. She was a lovely creature - lovely in spirit as well as form, though Raven sensed a deep hurt within her he wished could be set free from her soul.
"It's a glorious day, isn't it?" Susan said, turning to him, smiling. He was busy weaving together a chain of clover which was something she and Lucy would do once upon a time. She pulled her hat back over her head and reached for a biscuit.
"A picnic was a fine idea," he said. He finished the chain of flowers and kneeled. Leaning over, he gently removed the hat from her head. "You'll not burn, lady. I'll make sure of it."
He placed the chain of flowers upon her head, crowning her. "There we are. Queen Susan the Gentle in all her glory."
Susan's cheeks went pink, but not from the rays of the sun. She took Raven's hand, holding it amiably. At Milliways Susan often felt like a queen again. It was a joyful thing.
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:20 am (UTC)So sweet and awesome and all yay!
*is giddy*
Thank you!
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Date: 2005-07-14 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-16 07:01 pm (UTC)There you are, you...
"Tom Riddle?"
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*Tom looks up at the red-headed man and thinks Bloody hell, another Weasley? How many are there anyway?
He takes another drink of scotch and sighs, making sure his wand is in reach*
Yes, I'm Tom Riddle. Would you be a Weasley?
The newest Weasley fit quickly into a few key categories in Tom's mind: intelligent, powerful, and Gryffindor to the core. Tom had learned a long time ago how to assess enemies quickly and correctly. As their tense discussion ensued, Tom stopped himself from reaching for his wand. That would be unwise and would prove the exact opposite of what he was hoping to prove.
Just why was he hoping to prove anything to this fellow? Sometimes he got so tired of facing the seemingly insurmountable goal before him. A year ago he'd not have cared. He'd have been caustic and challenged this fellow to a duel, and powerful or no, he'd have won it and felt no guilt about destroying the red haired wizard.
He hated it sometimes, this need to change. It had been easier before, but lonely, so lonely, his back against the wall of fear and anger every waking moment. He sighed as Minerva took up for him, and then Peter.
It had been an easier way before, but this was the right way. Thank Merlin he had his fine scotch at least.
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Date: 2005-07-16 10:56 pm (UTC)I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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Date: 2005-07-14 05:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 04:11 am (UTC)"Hi!" she says.
"Hullo, there," he says, looking up and smiling. "Do you live in the house, as well?"
She nods her head. "Uh huh. I'm Ingress, Lady of the House of Arch. Who are you?"
Edmund stands up and gives Ingress a low bow. "I'm Edmund Pevensie, my lady."
Ingress laughs. "You're nice. Tom said a family moved in. Are you part of the family?"
"I certainly am," said Edmund. "My brother, Peter, and my sisters, Lucy and Susan, are pleased to be sharing your home. Your family is most generous."
She peers at his notepad. "What are you drawing?"
Edmund hands it to her for closer inspection. "I love the play of the shadows on the roses here. It's quite lovely."
Ingress nods. "I like to draw, too. I used to draw with Lord Peter, but he doesn't come to Milliways much any more."
"Would you like to draw with me? I don't want to interrupt..."
"I can practice my slingshot later." She sits down on the ground, beaming up at him.
Edmund grins and tears off a blank page for the little Lady of the House of Arch.
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Date: 2005-07-19 02:01 am (UTC)Brian nodded. "Okay, yeah, you're right. I'll just be off then. I suppose I won't be leaving any of the stuff I brought, though." He held up the large canvas bag and shook his head. "That's a shame, that is."
Ingress looked up from her pre-teen pout. "What'd you bring?"
Brian held the bag behind him. "No, you're absolutely right. You should go off and be mature and do homework. I'll just head back to Milliways and wait for Tom to turn me into a toad for abandoning my post." He sighed dramatically and headed to the Milliways painting.
Ingress stepped forward, now extremely curious. "No, wait! I don't want Tom to turn you into a frog."
Brian turned around smiling and opening the bag. Inside was the latest in battery powered portable video game technology.
"Coooool," said Ingress.
Brian grinned. Babysitting was a groovy gig.
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Date: 2005-07-19 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-19 02:09 am (UTC)"There's Ingress!" he said in his breathy little voice.
Millie gave a bark and loped over to where Ingress sat talking to a four-legged newcomer. Ingress was nine and she fought with a real sword. Millie and Wade thought she was just about the collest big girl ever.
"I'm just saying that you have to have magic, or else how could jump all the way over the moon?"
The cow mooed defensively, "I just doooooo."
Ingress waved to Millie and Wade. "Hi guys! Look - it's the Cow who jumped over the moon." She waits till they're a little closer before whispering to the younger children. "I bet it's just someone Anthy turned into a cow having me on."
The children giggled (and yelped) and the cow rolled its eyes and wandered off. Kids today...
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Date: 2005-07-19 06:35 am (UTC)*suddenly realizes this comment has been left half-written for several hours, shrugs, hits 'post'*
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Date: 2005-07-15 01:49 am (UTC)"Hi!" she says cheerfully. "I'm Ingress. Your hair is blue like mine!"
Echo turns to the little girl, smiling. "It is! It is like yours. Are you a nymph?"
"No, I'm an Opener and a Lady of the House of Arch."
"Oh, okay."
"Do you like to color?" Ingress asks, holding up her bag filled with coloring books and glitter crayons.
"I do!" said Echo.
They spend a nice afternoon together coloring. All of the girls in the book have blue hair.
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