Gifts
Title: Gifts
Rating: G
Word count: 400
Summary/teaser: Presents are hard to choose sometimes, especially of the plant variety.
warnings: FLUFF
spoilers: none
complete? this part is, but I plan to do more short pieces in the same fashion.
“It’s your anniversary today, isn’t it?” Fred asked his brother, shoving countless trick wands into a display case.
George nodded.
“Off you go then. Get your girl something lovely. Business is slow - I don’t need you.”
George rolled his eyes. “You make me feel so special. And how do you know I haven’t got everything already?”
Fred gave George a piercing look.
George turned Weasley-red, and sighed. “Okay, you got me.”
“Make sure to get flowers,” his twin replied knowingly.
Minutes later, strolling through the market, George passed the roses. He passed the tulips and the lilies, the sunflowers and the daisies, the pansies and the primroses.
Completely unimpressed, he looked and looked. He looked at prearranged flowers, and the flowers that are just in plastic packages for men who’ve forgotten to order them or need a hasty “I’m sorry,” a hurried “I’ll miss you when you’re gone,” or a rushed “Congratulations on that job offer.”
They didn’t say “I love you.” Well, they did SAY that, but as George knew so well, sometimes things meant more than what was directly written on their packages. There was more to gifts than what was directly spelled out on them - time, for instance, and price. That was with other girls - with Luna, a lot of those rules didn’t even apply. There were new rules, and he enjoyed the exciting challenge of finding them all out, following them, and making up his own.
None of the flowers were right for his Luna - he felt this instinctively. Leaving the flowers, he saw something that fit his purpose. Rushing over, he bought several and left feeling immensely satisfied with himself.
Luna met him at the door with a smile on her face.
“George, you remembered!”
He smiled and passed the parcel into her waiting arms.
She rushed in and put them in a vase, exclaiming “Such beautiful celery! I always say, it’s a shame to that plants that are such a color green aren’t appreciated for the color that they are.”
Arranging them in a vase with a climbing piece of ivy she clipped from the backyard, she placed them in the center of the messy dining-room table.
“Let’s go flying,” she said.
“Oho, is that my present?”
“Stay low, please.”
Before they left, Luna tucked a tiny piece of celery behind her ear. It was such a lovely color, after all.
Rating: G
Word count: 400
Summary/teaser: Presents are hard to choose sometimes, especially of the plant variety.
warnings: FLUFF
spoilers: none
complete? this part is, but I plan to do more short pieces in the same fashion.
“It’s your anniversary today, isn’t it?” Fred asked his brother, shoving countless trick wands into a display case.
George nodded.
“Off you go then. Get your girl something lovely. Business is slow - I don’t need you.”
George rolled his eyes. “You make me feel so special. And how do you know I haven’t got everything already?”
Fred gave George a piercing look.
George turned Weasley-red, and sighed. “Okay, you got me.”
“Make sure to get flowers,” his twin replied knowingly.
Minutes later, strolling through the market, George passed the roses. He passed the tulips and the lilies, the sunflowers and the daisies, the pansies and the primroses.
Completely unimpressed, he looked and looked. He looked at prearranged flowers, and the flowers that are just in plastic packages for men who’ve forgotten to order them or need a hasty “I’m sorry,” a hurried “I’ll miss you when you’re gone,” or a rushed “Congratulations on that job offer.”
They didn’t say “I love you.” Well, they did SAY that, but as George knew so well, sometimes things meant more than what was directly written on their packages. There was more to gifts than what was directly spelled out on them - time, for instance, and price. That was with other girls - with Luna, a lot of those rules didn’t even apply. There were new rules, and he enjoyed the exciting challenge of finding them all out, following them, and making up his own.
None of the flowers were right for his Luna - he felt this instinctively. Leaving the flowers, he saw something that fit his purpose. Rushing over, he bought several and left feeling immensely satisfied with himself.
Luna met him at the door with a smile on her face.
“George, you remembered!”
He smiled and passed the parcel into her waiting arms.
She rushed in and put them in a vase, exclaiming “Such beautiful celery! I always say, it’s a shame to that plants that are such a color green aren’t appreciated for the color that they are.”
Arranging them in a vase with a climbing piece of ivy she clipped from the backyard, she placed them in the center of the messy dining-room table.
“Let’s go flying,” she said.
“Oho, is that my present?”
“Stay low, please.”
Before they left, Luna tucked a tiny piece of celery behind her ear. It was such a lovely color, after all.