erikdesoir (erikdesoir) wrote in awdt, @ 2008-01-04 20:09:00 |
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Title: Cake?
Author: </a></strong></a>erikdesoir
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter; Harry/Neville
Warning: Albus has a Very Dirty Potty Mouth. O_O
Disclaimer: Uh, yes *smiles* I do own Harry Potter. That's why I'm taking away the imagination of it by building a theme park in Florida, of all places.
Notes: Double drabble, written for </a></strong></a>awdt's prompt It's not cake, is it?
It smells like shit. It looks like shit. It looks like it would taste like shit.
"It’s not cake, is it?" Al asks, not looking up. He pokes at it with his fork. Ughh. He hears his father huff.
"Just eat it," he hears him hiss. Like hell.
Al finally looks up, pointing at it. "I am not eating that. I don’t care if the Queen of England made it, I’m not eating that."
Neville comes into the room suddenly and says cheerfully, "How’s the cake?"
Harry jumps in with a smile, "It’s awesome, Nev, really great."
"It looks like shit."
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Neville frowns. "Huh, I followed the directions on the box perfectly."
Al just shakes his head. "Not even my dog would eat this."
"Well, if you don’t think your delicate senses can handle it..." Neville teases.
Praise be, Merlin. Al pushes away from the table, ignoring the jibe.
He hears Neville whisper loudly to his dad, "That usually works. I must be out of practice. Do you think I could get away with practicing during class?" His dad snorts, probably through a bite of "cake."
Albus smiles over his shoulder, "I’m a Slytherin, and I know where you sleep, old man."