Three drabbles from Drabble Night
Title: Ted's Old Records Prompt: "execrable taste in music" Rating: G Word Count: 181
Everybody, get on the floor and let's dance Don't fight your feelings, give yourself a chance Shake shake shake, shake shake shake Shake your booty -
"Teddy!" Remus gritted his teeth as the thumping bass notes shook the house. "Teddy! Turn it down!"
Severus glared upwards. "Why did you let him Andromeda give him Ted's old record collection? The man had execrable taste in popular music and - "
You can, you can do it, very well You're the best in the world, I can tell. Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake Shake your booty -
"THEODORE! TURN IT OFF! NOW!"
The dulcet tones of KC and the Sunshine Band diminished. A voice that had not quite finished breaking floated down the stairs.
"Dad? Was that you?"
"Who did you think it was, Merlin come back from the grave? If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times - "
Severus shook his head and returned to his grading as Remus started up the stairs. At least Teddy hadn't found the Donnie Osmond 8-track tapes yet.
Title: Sabrage Prompt: bottle of wine Rating: G Word Count: 183
"May I have your attention please!" Minerva raised her hand for silence as the wedding guests fell silent. "I know that some of you are, shall we say, skeptical - "
"To put it mildly," muttered someone from the back.
" - as to the longevity of this relationship." She paused, sweeping the room with her gaze. "However, I can assure you that I have no such qualms."
She turned to the newlyweds, Severus in dark green touched with silver, Remus in forest brown with gold. "That is why it is my great honor to toast you with this, the last of the vintage laid down by Dilys Derwent herself."
The Sword of Gryffindor glittered in her hand as she pressed the blade against the neck of the wine bottle, then slashed the cork free with a single stroke. Sparkling wine fountained upwards, drops spattering the crowd as Minerva conjured a glass and let it overflow. "To Severus and Remus!"
"To us," murmured Remus, drawing his husband into a kiss as the Great Hall rang with cheers.
"To us," came the soft reply.
Title: Aftermath Prompt: milk and honey Rating: PG for reference to death Word Count: 163 Note: this is set at the end of OotP
"You couldn't sleep either."
Snape did not look up at the weary statement of fact. "Why did you think I would? I'm not quite the monster Black thought I was."
Lupin slumped into the chair opposite him. "Damn him anyway. The way he tried to influence Harry - he knew better!"
"He was a spoiled rich boy, even after a decade in gaol." Snape did not attempt to conceal his bitterness. "He had everything, and he threw it away on being an ass."
Lupin shook his head. "Why must you always be right? He was my friend, but - " He pressed his fingers to his temples.
"Here." Snape shoved a mug of something warm and sweet smelling toward the other man. "Milk, honey, and sleeping potion. It doesn't matter if I sleep, but Albus will expect you to be alert when you talk to Petunia and her husband."
"Them." Lupin stared at the mug, then took a sip. "Sod this war."