The only Magic Dad ever taught us (Colin, G)
Title: The only Magic Dad ever taught us
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: G
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #02, Yellow
Word Count: 720
Summary: Colin and Dennis do the only bit of magic that their dad ever taught them.
Warnings: none
Notes: none
"Colin, bet you didn’t know I can turn snow yellow?"
At about four in the morning Colin awoke from a most pleasurable dream. His thoughts drifted from frolicking under a certain Gryffindors covers to the obviousness that his feet were not under his own. Colin pulled his wayward toes back under the warmth of his blankets. It was exceptionally cold in the room, which he hoped meant what he thought it did. The moon shone through foggy glass, casting an eerie glow about the room. He slipped out from under his bedspread and into a pair of slippers his mother had insisted he take when he had complained that his old ones had a hole in the toe. Over the last sixth months he had grown nearly seven inches, he towered over his dad and all the other boys in his dorm. Colin had always wanted to be taller, for far too long he had been the brunt of jokes bout his stature.
His hand wiped some of the mist from the cold glass and he peered into the night. It was as if Hogwarts had been doused in icing sugar, a feather layer of snow lay across the entire grounds. It was still the middle of the night, by morning there would be enough for sledding, snowball fights and the most important thing of all.
It was a tradition, of sorts, that had been started many years ago by his father. Early one morning, he had taken a then ten year old Colin out into the backyard and had shown him the only magic trick he knew. Colin was to start at Hogwarts in the spring and his father was very excited. Milkmen didn’t do magic and he was rather chuffed that his son was going to go to a prestigious school, even if know one in the real world knew about it. Colin was absolutely enthralled by his father’s trick, as most boys are by this strange ritual. Colin had immediately run up stairs and had dragged a very sleepy Dennis outside to show him. The merriment only stopped when their mother had come appeared at the backdoor; wondering what all the laughing was about.
Colin slipped off the windowsill and back into his warm bed. In a few short hours it would be light, then he would dress warmly, grab Dennis and head outside.
"Dad, you said you didn’t know any magic."
It felt as if his head had only hit the pillow when he heard the excited chatter of his roommates. Colin grinned to himself under the sheets. He soon joined them at the windows, pointing at the best sled runs and the perfect place for building snow castles. Those things would have to wait, he had a more pressing matter. In fact he had to cross his legs a couple of times just to get dressed properly. He ran down the hall and down one floor. Knocking on the room Dennis was in was pointless, the hullabaloo that emanated from within would have dulled any sound he made on the door. As his hand tightened around the knob, someone on the other side yanked the door open.
"Colin!" Dennis exclaimed, his eyes lighting up and grinning like a fool.
"Ready?" Colin asked.
"Steady. I made sure I drank lots of pumpkin juice last night."
They made their way down through Gryffindor tower and the bustling corridors of the castle. Filch eyed them suspiciously when they bypassed the Great Hall and headed straight outside. There were no other footprints on the steps leading down onto the castle grounds, they were the first people to go out that morning. Trailing his wand behind him, erasing there footprints as they went, Colin spied a large fir tree which looked a likely candidate. If they stood on the north side they would be completely hidden from view.
Gloves were removed.
Zips unzipped.
And buttons popped out of their holes.
Then laughing, as they always did, Colin and Dennis performed the only bit of magic their father knew. With careful precision, as sparkling golden arcs and little splashes cut through the coldness, they wrote their names in the snow.
"That's all the magic I know, all I've ever done, except for you two boys."
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: G
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #02, Yellow
Word Count: 720
Summary: Colin and Dennis do the only bit of magic that their dad ever taught them.
Warnings: none
Notes: none
"Colin, bet you didn’t know I can turn snow yellow?"
At about four in the morning Colin awoke from a most pleasurable dream. His thoughts drifted from frolicking under a certain Gryffindors covers to the obviousness that his feet were not under his own. Colin pulled his wayward toes back under the warmth of his blankets. It was exceptionally cold in the room, which he hoped meant what he thought it did. The moon shone through foggy glass, casting an eerie glow about the room. He slipped out from under his bedspread and into a pair of slippers his mother had insisted he take when he had complained that his old ones had a hole in the toe. Over the last sixth months he had grown nearly seven inches, he towered over his dad and all the other boys in his dorm. Colin had always wanted to be taller, for far too long he had been the brunt of jokes bout his stature.
His hand wiped some of the mist from the cold glass and he peered into the night. It was as if Hogwarts had been doused in icing sugar, a feather layer of snow lay across the entire grounds. It was still the middle of the night, by morning there would be enough for sledding, snowball fights and the most important thing of all.
It was a tradition, of sorts, that had been started many years ago by his father. Early one morning, he had taken a then ten year old Colin out into the backyard and had shown him the only magic trick he knew. Colin was to start at Hogwarts in the spring and his father was very excited. Milkmen didn’t do magic and he was rather chuffed that his son was going to go to a prestigious school, even if know one in the real world knew about it. Colin was absolutely enthralled by his father’s trick, as most boys are by this strange ritual. Colin had immediately run up stairs and had dragged a very sleepy Dennis outside to show him. The merriment only stopped when their mother had come appeared at the backdoor; wondering what all the laughing was about.
Colin slipped off the windowsill and back into his warm bed. In a few short hours it would be light, then he would dress warmly, grab Dennis and head outside.
"Dad, you said you didn’t know any magic."
It felt as if his head had only hit the pillow when he heard the excited chatter of his roommates. Colin grinned to himself under the sheets. He soon joined them at the windows, pointing at the best sled runs and the perfect place for building snow castles. Those things would have to wait, he had a more pressing matter. In fact he had to cross his legs a couple of times just to get dressed properly. He ran down the hall and down one floor. Knocking on the room Dennis was in was pointless, the hullabaloo that emanated from within would have dulled any sound he made on the door. As his hand tightened around the knob, someone on the other side yanked the door open.
"Colin!" Dennis exclaimed, his eyes lighting up and grinning like a fool.
"Ready?" Colin asked.
"Steady. I made sure I drank lots of pumpkin juice last night."
They made their way down through Gryffindor tower and the bustling corridors of the castle. Filch eyed them suspiciously when they bypassed the Great Hall and headed straight outside. There were no other footprints on the steps leading down onto the castle grounds, they were the first people to go out that morning. Trailing his wand behind him, erasing there footprints as they went, Colin spied a large fir tree which looked a likely candidate. If they stood on the north side they would be completely hidden from view.
Gloves were removed.
Zips unzipped.
And buttons popped out of their holes.
Then laughing, as they always did, Colin and Dennis performed the only bit of magic their father knew. With careful precision, as sparkling golden arcs and little splashes cut through the coldness, they wrote their names in the snow.
"That's all the magic I know, all I've ever done, except for you two boys."