Harry James Potter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bp_harry) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bp_off_camera,@ 2010-06-12 12:47:00 |
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PROMPT: Ron and Hugo – football
The men on the screen were running around, playing with a ball, people shouting in the background. Next to him, Hugo was almost bouncing, though Ron couldn’t possibly understand why.
“When does it start?” he asked, trying to be interested since Hugo obviously loved it so much.
“What are you talking about, dad? They’ve been playing for twenty minutes.”
Ron stared at the screen, then at his son, then back at the screen. “Don’t be cute. Where are their brooms? Or whatever Muggles use to get airborn.” He looked at Hugo. “What?”
“Dad, it’s Muggles, they don’t fly,” he said as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “This is it, there are no brooms.”
“No brooms?” What was the point then? They were just… running? He looked back at the screen. “Where are the other balls?” He looked at his son again. “One ball?” he asked incredulously as he saw the look on Hugo’s face. “No beaters? Seeker? Oh come on there has to be a seeker!” But the face of his son said no. They were all just running after the one ball, back and forwards, back and forwards. He frowned. “What’s the score?” He asked not sure what else to ask. They had to score, after all, right? That was what those cage things were for, weren’t they?
“No one scored yet. They’re pretty even. There are usually not more than a couple of goals in a match like this, if any at all.” Ron stared at his son as if he was insane before getting up from the sofa. He shook his head as he left the room, muttering to himself. Running, one ball, no brooms, no scores? Muggles were really strange.
PROMPT: Jamie/Snape/Moody - creating the bonds of leadership
“Why do I have to be in the middle?” The question came from James, his arms crossed in front of him, a stubborn expression on his face. “And why are we doing this anyway?”
“We need to create bonds of leadership,” Moody said patiently, surely for the fiftieth time. “We’ve been over this already. There is a large possibility that sex will create a bond not easily forgotten. We need to do everything we can to remember once the amnesia gets worse.”
“But there is no guarantee that it will work. I’m married, he’s married-“ He gestured towards Severus. “You’re in a relationship. It’s wrong. And I don’t want to be in the middle.”
“It’s the only method we have, now stop being so insufferable and just get on the bed,” Severus snarled, glaring at the younger man.
“Why do I have to be in the middle?” James repeated.
“Because we voted!” Severus said sharply. “Now stop behaving like a petulant child!” James muttered under his breath, annoyed, but he got on the bed and kneeled like expected. This had certainly not been what he’d expected when Severus and Moody had approached him about the triad. And he still didn’t think it would work, and he definitely did not like being in the middle. Damn voting system.