Fic: Teddy Bear's Tea Party (Pansy, Neville, G)
Title: Teddy Bear's Tea Party
Author: quietliban
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #2 Butterfly
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters contained there in are property of JK Rowling and her associated publishers etc. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: Mr Periwinkle is Pansy's conscience. The first time Pansy and Neville meet.
Author's Notes: For 100quills. As always part of the ongoing arc that is my Pansy/Neville. Everything can be found here (in order) or here (table).
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He chases a butterfly out into the sunshine. His chubby hands are in the air and his hazel eyes are bright with fascination. The butterfly flies high into the sky, always above his reach and Pansy watches. Pansy watches as this chubby boy runs around her grandmother’s back garden with no care for the dirt, or the grass, or the grubs it is home to. She watches sitting in her pretty white dress with a bow in her hair. She looks to Martha. The blonde doll is staring vacantly at her, merely waiting for Pansy’s next command.
“Drink,” Pansy tells her doll, and the tea cup levitates to the dolls mouth. Pansy smiles and takes her own small tea cup to her mouth and drinks her imaginary tea. It tastes like butterscotch and honey in her mind.
The boy-Neville, Mrs Longbottom had called him-is still running around the back garden and Pansy eyes him suspiciously. He is nothing like the other boys she has met, and the woman who has brought him is nothing like the other boys’ mothers. Mrs Longbottom is old, as old as her grandmother (if not older) with a lined face, and harsh determined eyes. Mrs Longbottom is nothing like Draco’s mother, who is golden and beautiful, whose smile is so bright and whose eyes are soft and loving. No, Mrs Malfoy and Mrs Longbottom are nothing alike.
The boy has stopped and now he is standing before her, steps away from Pansy and her tea party. Pansy ignores him; instead she pours a cup of tea for Mr Periwinkle, her teddy bear. Mr Periwinkle takes his tea with milk and a drop of honey, just like Mother.
“What are you doing?” Neville asks her with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. He has dirt on his trousers. Pansy tries not to stare at it. Delilah the Singing Daisy has just asked her to pass the plate of biscuits. Pansy does as she has been requested, commenting on the colour of Delilah’s petals, and how well it suits her.
“Can I play?” Neville asks. He has taken a step closer now. Pansy pauses just as she’s about to set the plate down. She looks at him. It is the first ever rendition of what later becomes known among her friends as ‘The Stare.’
Neville’s lower lip starts to waver.
“No,” Pansy says coldly.
Neville begins to cry. It is soft at first and Pansy stares at him, shocked. She can’t remember ever seeing a boy cry before. Draco has certainly never cried. When Pansy said no to Draco he had ignored her completely, sitting down promptly at her tea table, knocking Mr Periwinkle off his chair. Pansy had told Draco that he was rude and not very nice. Draco had told her that Mr Periwinkle was just leaving.
Neville’s cries begin to get louder, and he begins to choke on his sobs. Pansy looks at him, stricken. She doesn’t know what to do. She can hear the grown-ups’ footsteps. Neville is getting red in the face. Pansy looks to Martha, and then to Delilah, neither responds. Finally, Pansy looks at Mr Periwinkle. Mr Periwinkle is staring at her with his bright glass eyes. Pansy looks at Neville again and then at Mr Periwinkle. She groans. “Fine,” she tells her teddy bear, “but this doesn’t mean I like him. He’s not of our class.” She turns to Neville. “You can play.”
Neville stops crying just as Pansy’s grandmother comes to the French doors. “He’s stopped, Augusta.” Pansy hears her say.
“I told you he would, Violet,” Mrs Longbottom’s voice replies. “You really mustn’t coddle them.”
Author: quietliban
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #2 Butterfly
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters contained there in are property of JK Rowling and her associated publishers etc. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: Mr Periwinkle is Pansy's conscience. The first time Pansy and Neville meet.
Author's Notes: For 100quills. As always part of the ongoing arc that is my Pansy/Neville. Everything can be found here (in order) or here (table).
Feedback makes my pants fit nice fandom go round.
He chases a butterfly out into the sunshine. His chubby hands are in the air and his hazel eyes are bright with fascination. The butterfly flies high into the sky, always above his reach and Pansy watches. Pansy watches as this chubby boy runs around her grandmother’s back garden with no care for the dirt, or the grass, or the grubs it is home to. She watches sitting in her pretty white dress with a bow in her hair. She looks to Martha. The blonde doll is staring vacantly at her, merely waiting for Pansy’s next command.
“Drink,” Pansy tells her doll, and the tea cup levitates to the dolls mouth. Pansy smiles and takes her own small tea cup to her mouth and drinks her imaginary tea. It tastes like butterscotch and honey in her mind.
The boy-Neville, Mrs Longbottom had called him-is still running around the back garden and Pansy eyes him suspiciously. He is nothing like the other boys she has met, and the woman who has brought him is nothing like the other boys’ mothers. Mrs Longbottom is old, as old as her grandmother (if not older) with a lined face, and harsh determined eyes. Mrs Longbottom is nothing like Draco’s mother, who is golden and beautiful, whose smile is so bright and whose eyes are soft and loving. No, Mrs Malfoy and Mrs Longbottom are nothing alike.
The boy has stopped and now he is standing before her, steps away from Pansy and her tea party. Pansy ignores him; instead she pours a cup of tea for Mr Periwinkle, her teddy bear. Mr Periwinkle takes his tea with milk and a drop of honey, just like Mother.
“What are you doing?” Neville asks her with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. He has dirt on his trousers. Pansy tries not to stare at it. Delilah the Singing Daisy has just asked her to pass the plate of biscuits. Pansy does as she has been requested, commenting on the colour of Delilah’s petals, and how well it suits her.
“Can I play?” Neville asks. He has taken a step closer now. Pansy pauses just as she’s about to set the plate down. She looks at him. It is the first ever rendition of what later becomes known among her friends as ‘The Stare.’
Neville’s lower lip starts to waver.
“No,” Pansy says coldly.
Neville begins to cry. It is soft at first and Pansy stares at him, shocked. She can’t remember ever seeing a boy cry before. Draco has certainly never cried. When Pansy said no to Draco he had ignored her completely, sitting down promptly at her tea table, knocking Mr Periwinkle off his chair. Pansy had told Draco that he was rude and not very nice. Draco had told her that Mr Periwinkle was just leaving.
Neville’s cries begin to get louder, and he begins to choke on his sobs. Pansy looks at him, stricken. She doesn’t know what to do. She can hear the grown-ups’ footsteps. Neville is getting red in the face. Pansy looks to Martha, and then to Delilah, neither responds. Finally, Pansy looks at Mr Periwinkle. Mr Periwinkle is staring at her with his bright glass eyes. Pansy looks at Neville again and then at Mr Periwinkle. She groans. “Fine,” she tells her teddy bear, “but this doesn’t mean I like him. He’s not of our class.” She turns to Neville. “You can play.”
Neville stops crying just as Pansy’s grandmother comes to the French doors. “He’s stopped, Augusta.” Pansy hears her say.
“I told you he would, Violet,” Mrs Longbottom’s voice replies. “You really mustn’t coddle them.”