Dec. 2nd, Harry Potter, Neville & Harry, Experimental Flavours Title: Experimental Flavours Author: deirdre_aithne Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Neville & Harry (gen at the moment) Rating: G Word Count: 311 Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any characters, settings, locations, etc. from Harry Potter. All borrowed aspects of the above fandom are used purely for entertainment in a fanwork, and will be returned to their proper fandom and owners scratch, dent, and injury-free. Notes: Unbeta'd. Part 2 of Making Christmas series, read Part 1 here.
Neville eyed the red-striped candy in George's hand. His Gran had given him ribbon candies every Christmas; even if they weren't his favourite, they were a nostalgic little treat and he did enjoy them. But he knew George, and he wasn't sure he trusted anything that came from the back room of the shop. Especially with Fred's ghost hovering just behind George's shoulder with a beaming grin on his face.
"No, thanks," he said, only to have George roll his eyes and press the candy into his hand regardless.
"Come on, they're harmless, see?" George plucked a green-striped ribbon from the bowl on his work desk and broke a bit off to pop into his mouth. When nothing happened to him, Neville finally gave in and broke a piece off his own candy.
"So, about Harry?"
George looked at him for a moment longer before seeming to give himself a mental shake and nodding. "Right, yeah. He likes sweets, of course. And we've plenty of those around here, even a few that are safe to eat."
"If you're any good at baking, you could make him a treacle tart. Loves those things, he does," Fred offered, floating closer. Neville arched an eyebrow as he leaned in close to his face as though examining him before letting out a quiet sigh. "Back to the drawing board, then, Georgie?"
When George hiccuped in answer, Neville and Fred both turned their attention to him, watching as the sparkle of fairy lights in front of George's face faded, only for him to hiccup again and a fresh batch appear. With a resounding laugh, Fred clapped his hands soundlessly together.
"You mixed up the batches, that's brilliant!"
Fighting a smile, Neville stepped to the side as George chucked a handful of the candies in Fred's direction. "I'll just... see myself out while you get that sorted."