Tom Pitched A Fit.
Title: Happy Birthday ( 10. Jumpy)
Genre: Humor
Characters: George Weasley, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Bellatrix Black, Daphne Greengrass
Rating: PG, for language
Word Count: 1055 words
Summary: Alecto's birthday. Yay.
Author's Notes: Is it becoming clear that I'm trying to finish my table before November starts?:P I'm sorry if this is poorly written, it started out with the best of intentions.
Amycus looked at his sister as they walked towards the Great Hall together. He stuffed his hands inside his pockets and observed Alecto as her eyes flitted left and right, looking for something. He prodded her shoulder and her wand was out in a splitsecond. "What is wrong with you?" he asked as she lowered her wand.
"Weasley," she muttered. "I just know he's up to something. Last year, he had a house elf send me cake that sang - no screeched - before exploding all over my bed."
Amycus tried not to laugh at the memory of his frosting-covered sister. He kept his face straight for her sake. It was her birthday, after all. It wouldn't be nice to laugh at her. They started going up incline that led to the groud floor. Her hand was still tersely in her pocket, clutching the wand within.
A familiar patch of red hair made her come to a sudden stop, almost sending Amycus hurtling back down to the dungeons. She drew her wand and glared at George, who ignored her as he passed towards the Great Hall. Alecto lowered her wand and frowned. She watched him walk away, eyes wide as he ignored her. She looked around warily, looking at the suits of armor. Perhaps they were going to attack her? She prodded the nearest one with her wand. Nothing happened. Amycus was watching her oddly. Alecto made an annoyed noise as she crossed her arms and stalked towards the Great Hall.
The mail owls came swooping in. A rather weather-beaten-looking one caught her eye immediately. It was swaying around in mid-air, but was zooming towards her. It had a rather large package attached to its leg. If this was something Weasley cooked up, she was going to break his head in half. She grabbed her wand from within her robes, but Amycus laid a stalling hand on her arm. The owl landed wearily in front of Evan, who poked it with his fork before untying the package.
"I wonder if Dolohov will like this," he asked, looking at the owl lying on the table.
"Evil boy!" a blonde Slytherin declared across from him, plucking the owl off the table.
"Daphne, I didn't--ah, Merlin," Evan muttered darkly under his breath as he continued to open the package.
Alecto swallowed slowly, looking at Amycus. Someone tapped her on her shoulder and she jumped as she turned around. "Weasley!" she hissed, pointing her wand at his throat. George looked genuinely surprised and terrified.
"I just wanted to--" he raised a piece of cardboard that had been folded in half. There was glitter on the cover.
"I don't want it, whatever it is," she spat angrily.
"All right, then," George said sadly, dropping his head. "I just--" he walked away, card behind his back.
"I'll take that," Augustus said, taking the card away from George. He paused before opening it, looking sideways at the Weasel. "If this blows up in my face--"
There was the soft tinkling of music as Augustus opened the card. He looked down at it. There were little handdrawn hearts on the inside and lyrics began to flow from it softly:
Happy, Happy Birthday, my dear
Wish you all the best this year
I wish that your wish comes true
Always know that I'll love you.
August glared at the card before looking up at the Gryffindor. "Is this going to blow up now?"
"No," George answered. "I've realized that my previous shows of affection towards Alecto were childish and immature and I'm trying to be a better person for her."
"I don't believe you!" Alecto screamed. "It's probably wired to only attack me!"
Augustus threw the card at her gently. Nothing happened.
"I told you," George said. "But clearly, you have no affection for me, so I'll go and I'll leave you alone." He stalked back towards the Gryffindor table and sat down among his brothers.
"I don't trust him," Alecto muttered to her brother, glaring at the Gryffindor as he accepted a bowl of porridge from his twin.
Alecto passed him on the way to Herbology. She watched him warily, making sure he did nothing. He didn't. He simpy passed her by, ignoring her completely. She was relieved, but agitated at the same time. She knew George Weasley far better than she cared to and he did not give up so easily. He had some unusual plot up his grimy little sleeve. She had the odd sense of being followed and she turned around. "WEASLEY!"
"There's something on your shoe," he pointed.
She looked down and, true enough, there was a large brown mud smudge on the side of her shoe. She blasted it away with the spell and looked up to glare at Weasley, but he was gone.
Alecto dropped onto her bed and groaned, covering her head with her pillow. Bellatrix looked over at her, putting her brush down. "What's the matter with you? I heard you didn't get a smidge of frosting on you today," Bellatrix tried to hide the smile on her face.
"It was worse," Alecto muttered. "I nearly hexed Rodolphus when he tried to surprise me outside the Common Room."
Bellatrix laughed. "Only nearly? You're losing your touch, Alecto."
Alecto grunted unhappily.
"It can't be that bad."
"I couldn't enjoy anything. I kept thinking he'd jump out at me."
"If he wasn't a Gryffindor, I'd say he did this to you on purpose," Bellatrix looked at her roommate.
Alecto sat up and pondered it for a moment. "Damn that Weasley!"
Daphne came in and tossed a red envelope on Alecto's bed. "It was outside. Thought you might want to open it in here instead of having it explode in the hall."
There was a loud explosion and Alecto coughed angrily as the Howler started screaming:
"I'm sorry for staying away, my love!
I didn't know how difficult it would be!
Don't worry, tomorrow, I shall resume my post as your valiant suitor!
Valiant suitor?
Come on, it's adorable. She'll love it."
Alecto yelled angrily, tearing the letter into tiny little pieces. She buried her face in her pillow and covered her head with her blanket.
"That boy deserves more credit than we give him," Daphne's voice was the last she heard for the night.
Genre: Humor
Characters: George Weasley, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Bellatrix Black, Daphne Greengrass
Rating: PG, for language
Word Count: 1055 words
Summary: Alecto's birthday. Yay.
Author's Notes: Is it becoming clear that I'm trying to finish my table before November starts?:P I'm sorry if this is poorly written, it started out with the best of intentions.
Amycus looked at his sister as they walked towards the Great Hall together. He stuffed his hands inside his pockets and observed Alecto as her eyes flitted left and right, looking for something. He prodded her shoulder and her wand was out in a splitsecond. "What is wrong with you?" he asked as she lowered her wand.
"Weasley," she muttered. "I just know he's up to something. Last year, he had a house elf send me cake that sang - no screeched - before exploding all over my bed."
Amycus tried not to laugh at the memory of his frosting-covered sister. He kept his face straight for her sake. It was her birthday, after all. It wouldn't be nice to laugh at her. They started going up incline that led to the groud floor. Her hand was still tersely in her pocket, clutching the wand within.
A familiar patch of red hair made her come to a sudden stop, almost sending Amycus hurtling back down to the dungeons. She drew her wand and glared at George, who ignored her as he passed towards the Great Hall. Alecto lowered her wand and frowned. She watched him walk away, eyes wide as he ignored her. She looked around warily, looking at the suits of armor. Perhaps they were going to attack her? She prodded the nearest one with her wand. Nothing happened. Amycus was watching her oddly. Alecto made an annoyed noise as she crossed her arms and stalked towards the Great Hall.
The mail owls came swooping in. A rather weather-beaten-looking one caught her eye immediately. It was swaying around in mid-air, but was zooming towards her. It had a rather large package attached to its leg. If this was something Weasley cooked up, she was going to break his head in half. She grabbed her wand from within her robes, but Amycus laid a stalling hand on her arm. The owl landed wearily in front of Evan, who poked it with his fork before untying the package.
"I wonder if Dolohov will like this," he asked, looking at the owl lying on the table.
"Evil boy!" a blonde Slytherin declared across from him, plucking the owl off the table.
"Daphne, I didn't--ah, Merlin," Evan muttered darkly under his breath as he continued to open the package.
Alecto swallowed slowly, looking at Amycus. Someone tapped her on her shoulder and she jumped as she turned around. "Weasley!" she hissed, pointing her wand at his throat. George looked genuinely surprised and terrified.
"I just wanted to--" he raised a piece of cardboard that had been folded in half. There was glitter on the cover.
"I don't want it, whatever it is," she spat angrily.
"All right, then," George said sadly, dropping his head. "I just--" he walked away, card behind his back.
"I'll take that," Augustus said, taking the card away from George. He paused before opening it, looking sideways at the Weasel. "If this blows up in my face--"
There was the soft tinkling of music as Augustus opened the card. He looked down at it. There were little handdrawn hearts on the inside and lyrics began to flow from it softly:
Happy, Happy Birthday, my dear
Wish you all the best this year
I wish that your wish comes true
Always know that I'll love you.
August glared at the card before looking up at the Gryffindor. "Is this going to blow up now?"
"No," George answered. "I've realized that my previous shows of affection towards Alecto were childish and immature and I'm trying to be a better person for her."
"I don't believe you!" Alecto screamed. "It's probably wired to only attack me!"
Augustus threw the card at her gently. Nothing happened.
"I told you," George said. "But clearly, you have no affection for me, so I'll go and I'll leave you alone." He stalked back towards the Gryffindor table and sat down among his brothers.
"I don't trust him," Alecto muttered to her brother, glaring at the Gryffindor as he accepted a bowl of porridge from his twin.
Alecto passed him on the way to Herbology. She watched him warily, making sure he did nothing. He didn't. He simpy passed her by, ignoring her completely. She was relieved, but agitated at the same time. She knew George Weasley far better than she cared to and he did not give up so easily. He had some unusual plot up his grimy little sleeve. She had the odd sense of being followed and she turned around. "WEASLEY!"
"There's something on your shoe," he pointed.
She looked down and, true enough, there was a large brown mud smudge on the side of her shoe. She blasted it away with the spell and looked up to glare at Weasley, but he was gone.
Alecto dropped onto her bed and groaned, covering her head with her pillow. Bellatrix looked over at her, putting her brush down. "What's the matter with you? I heard you didn't get a smidge of frosting on you today," Bellatrix tried to hide the smile on her face.
"It was worse," Alecto muttered. "I nearly hexed Rodolphus when he tried to surprise me outside the Common Room."
Bellatrix laughed. "Only nearly? You're losing your touch, Alecto."
Alecto grunted unhappily.
"It can't be that bad."
"I couldn't enjoy anything. I kept thinking he'd jump out at me."
"If he wasn't a Gryffindor, I'd say he did this to you on purpose," Bellatrix looked at her roommate.
Alecto sat up and pondered it for a moment. "Damn that Weasley!"
Daphne came in and tossed a red envelope on Alecto's bed. "It was outside. Thought you might want to open it in here instead of having it explode in the hall."
There was a loud explosion and Alecto coughed angrily as the Howler started screaming:
"I'm sorry for staying away, my love!
I didn't know how difficult it would be!
Don't worry, tomorrow, I shall resume my post as your valiant suitor!
Valiant suitor?
Come on, it's adorable. She'll love it."
Alecto yelled angrily, tearing the letter into tiny little pieces. She buried her face in her pillow and covered her head with her blanket.
"That boy deserves more credit than we give him," Daphne's voice was the last she heard for the night.