samuel abbott (![]() ![]() @ 2012-12-15 16:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1942-12] december, samuel abbott |
WHO: Samuel Abbott and Helen Williamson
WHAT: Sam sits with his foster sister during breakfast and asks her what she'd like from Hogsmeade.
WHERE: Gryffindor's table in the Great Hall.
WHEN: BREAKFAST!
STATUS/RATING: Complete, G.
"Hogsmeade today," Sam said by way of greeting as he collapsed onto the bench beside Helen Williamson. It wasn't so uncommon that Sam stopped by Gryffindor's table to see his foster sister and talk to her, or even to eat his meal beside her, but his sudden appearance seemed to startle Helen, whose green eyes went wide for a moment but then she tucked her head down, as if she only had eyes for the sketch she was working on. The pencil she held was little more than an inch-long nub. Sam wondered whether she had used up what few pencils she had, and whether he should purchase her a new one while in Hogsmeade. "What d'you want me to get for you?" Sam waited for her to speak, since Hel so often needed to take her time to think about what it was she wanted to say. Sometimes he thought she was so out of place in Gryffindor house, but it was always a fleeting thought, quickly displaced when he remembered all of the things she had endured so far in her life, and so bravely. "You don't have to get me anything, Sam," Helen finally murmured, so softly he might not have heard her had they not been off to the side of the table by themselves. "No, but I want to," Sam retorted as he craned his neck to see her face. He brushed back the curtain of dishwater blond hair that hid her face. Sam tucked it behind her ear and then reached across her face and tweaked her nose playfully. A smile flickered over Helen's lips then, and Sam grinned. He loved making Hel smile. She clasped her hands in her lap before she finally turned toward him again, that smile still in place. "I knew you wanted me to get you something," he said matter-of-factly. "What, then? Some chocolate? Tea?" Helen nodded her head, then said, "Something sweet, with peppermint?" Sam nodded his head in response. "Aye, I can do something sweet, with peppermint." In fact, he could do two somethings sweet, with peppermint. Sam tousled her hair gently and then reached across the table to sneak a biscuit from an abandoned plate, grinning mischievously at Helen as he ripped it into two pieces and handed her half. |