Ficlet: 'The Bubble Bath Mystery' LLP, ASP, PG13
Title: The Bubble Bath Mystery
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: None
Characters: Lily, Al
Length: ~260
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: A little vulgarity
Summary: Lily really didn’t need to see that
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #13 Blind from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 5 over at mmom
Being back at home was crap. Lily was so used to sharing a bathroom with girls that she'd forgotten how awful boys were. And her brothers were the worst. Neither one of them used the bathroom all day, seeming to wait until she'd just sunk into a bubble bath before they banged on the doors and demanded she hurry up because they were touching robes. Vile gits.
But she'd deliberately left Rose's early, knowing her mother was still gossiping with Auntie Hermione, and her father and brothers were all at the Cannons game. Locking the front door behind her, Lily headed towards the bathroom, stopping off at her bedroom to pick up her favourite bubble bath. Bloody Al had managed to use up her other bottle in a week, probably pouring it down the drain just to spite her, so she'd resorted to hiding it.
Opening the bathroom door, Lily came face to face with Al, who was sat on the toilet and…
"Eew!"
Spinning around and slamming the door behind her, Lily stabbed her mind's eye over and over, but the image would not fade.
"Could have bloody knocked!"
"I thought you were at Quidditch!" She could hear Al scrambling about, and cringed, shuddering to try and clear the creepy-crawly feeling from her skin. "God damn, Al! Lock the door! You'll go blind, you know!"
"Won't!"
Clutching the bubble bath tighter, for something to ground her through the disgust, a hideous thought occurred to Lily. "Bastard! Buy some lube and keep your hands off my bubble bath!"
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: None
Characters: Lily, Al
Length: ~260
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: A little vulgarity
Summary: Lily really didn’t need to see that
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #13 Blind from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 5 over at mmom
Being back at home was crap. Lily was so used to sharing a bathroom with girls that she'd forgotten how awful boys were. And her brothers were the worst. Neither one of them used the bathroom all day, seeming to wait until she'd just sunk into a bubble bath before they banged on the doors and demanded she hurry up because they were touching robes. Vile gits.
But she'd deliberately left Rose's early, knowing her mother was still gossiping with Auntie Hermione, and her father and brothers were all at the Cannons game. Locking the front door behind her, Lily headed towards the bathroom, stopping off at her bedroom to pick up her favourite bubble bath. Bloody Al had managed to use up her other bottle in a week, probably pouring it down the drain just to spite her, so she'd resorted to hiding it.
Opening the bathroom door, Lily came face to face with Al, who was sat on the toilet and…
"Eew!"
Spinning around and slamming the door behind her, Lily stabbed her mind's eye over and over, but the image would not fade.
"Could have bloody knocked!"
"I thought you were at Quidditch!" She could hear Al scrambling about, and cringed, shuddering to try and clear the creepy-crawly feeling from her skin. "God damn, Al! Lock the door! You'll go blind, you know!"
"Won't!"
Clutching the bubble bath tighter, for something to ground her through the disgust, a hideous thought occurred to Lily. "Bastard! Buy some lube and keep your hands off my bubble bath!"