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Title: Red Ink
Prompt: 026. Future
Rating: PG
Word Count: 900
Characters: Hermione Granger, Rostislav Lestrange, Magenta Comstock, Marishka Lestrange
Summary: Rostislav has to pay in order to borrow some red ink.
Notes/Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. But quite modified in most cases by their individual writers at Founders or my perception of them.
"I'm not yours yet!" the shout was half-angry and half-frightened and when Rostislav stepped into the library he had to step quickly to avoid being run over by a bushy-haired Gryffindor who was running out. She stumbled to a stop and gave him a look that was somewhere between promising death and begging for help before running off again. Rostislav shook his head and looked towards Magenta's favorite table. Sure enough she was there, pencil in hand, with a slightly confused look on her face.
"I was only telling her about where she was going to be living," Magenta informed Rostislav as he slid into the seat beside her. "I don't see how that's a problem."
"It's Hermione, she's strange." Rostislav shrugged and pulled out his own sketchpad, flipping to what he had been working on in class. He picked up his red inkwell and sighed when he found it empty. "Do you have any red ink? Mine's out again." He always kept more red ink with him than any other color, but it ran out faster than all the others did. Maybe that means I should stop using it as much... no, that's ridiculous, blood doesn't look the same in gray scale. He had tried it once and the boy he had given it to had asked what the puddle on the floor was. Not near as effective as splashes of red.
Magenta gave him a look which he returned. They sat in silence for a few moments before she reached into her bag and held up a well of red ink. But when Rostislav reached for it she held it back out of his reach. "What do I get for lending you my ink?"
"What do you want?"
She actually looked as though she were thinking about it, but Rostislav knew the Ravenclaw girl better than that. She would never ask something like that unless she knew exactly what she wanted. "A kiss."
Rostislav blinked. "In the library?" She nodded and he glanced around, seeing that there was no one in sight. Normally Magenta was very strict on public displays of affection, a part of the time she was from, but whenever she was a little looser Rostislav was more than happy to oblige her. He turned and leaned in, surprised when she pulled him closer. Yet just as he brought his hand up to her face he heard a giggle and Magenta was pulling back, a little flushed.
"Look at that," an all too familiar voice said. "Innocence lost or what?" Marishka dropped into the chair across the table, grinning at the two of them as a boy in Hufflepuff robes, Rostislav had no idea who he might be, stood nearby. Luckily it was not the one who had made a lewd remark in his twin's direction during an earlier class. That boy had been a Mudblood and his sister would not have been caught dead in any sort of situation with him. She may have been... loose was one of the nicer terms he had heard used, but she had her standards. And judging by the ruffled look of this one's hair and the pink tinge to his cheeks, he fit.
"Hello to you as well, Marishka," Magenta said, eyes back on her sketch and the red ink resting near Rostislav's hand. "Who is this?"
Marishka glanced back at the boy. "What's your name again?" she asked unabashedly, causing Rostislav to roll his eyes. But before he could reply she was turning back. "Guess who I came across in the bookshelves not too long ago?"
"Please tell me it's not who I think it is," Rostislav sighed.
"Scorpius, and he was all upset because neither Hermione or Rose are talking to him and he thinks it's got something to do with one of the Ravenclaw girls. Poor boy needs to get-"
"Is that all you ever think about?" Rostislav interrupted when Magenta coughed.
Marishka tilted her head a little. "Not all I think about, no. But it takes up a good portion of my time. Not that I've ever heard anyone complain about it." She pulled a bit of a face. "Although there are those ones I can't touch..." Her eyes drifted in the direction she had come from and Rostislav followed her gaze to where a blonde Ravenclaw boy was pulling a book down from a shelf. "And I haven't. She'd find out."
"Of course she would." Rostislav dipped his quill into the ink and added the finishing touches before holding it up for Marishka to observe. "The Mudblood who tried flirting with you. What do you think?"
His twin laughed and the Hufflepuff she was with paled a little. "Can I have it?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Rostislav denied as he blew on the ink to dry it. "It's going to that boy. See if he ever flirts with you again."
"Such a protective brother," Marishka drawled, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair before she stood. "You two have fun." The emphasis she put on the last word caused Rostislav's ears to heat but he had no reply ready before she had gone.
He glanced over at Magenta. "Sorry about that," he muttered.
Magenta looked up at him. "It's Marishka. If she acted in any other way, well, then I'd be surprised. Now look here, tell me what you think of this tree."
Prompt: 026. Future
Rating: PG
Word Count: 900
Characters: Hermione Granger, Rostislav Lestrange, Magenta Comstock, Marishka Lestrange
Summary: Rostislav has to pay in order to borrow some red ink.
Notes/Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. But quite modified in most cases by their individual writers at Founders or my perception of them.
"I'm not yours yet!" the shout was half-angry and half-frightened and when Rostislav stepped into the library he had to step quickly to avoid being run over by a bushy-haired Gryffindor who was running out. She stumbled to a stop and gave him a look that was somewhere between promising death and begging for help before running off again. Rostislav shook his head and looked towards Magenta's favorite table. Sure enough she was there, pencil in hand, with a slightly confused look on her face.
"I was only telling her about where she was going to be living," Magenta informed Rostislav as he slid into the seat beside her. "I don't see how that's a problem."
"It's Hermione, she's strange." Rostislav shrugged and pulled out his own sketchpad, flipping to what he had been working on in class. He picked up his red inkwell and sighed when he found it empty. "Do you have any red ink? Mine's out again." He always kept more red ink with him than any other color, but it ran out faster than all the others did. Maybe that means I should stop using it as much... no, that's ridiculous, blood doesn't look the same in gray scale. He had tried it once and the boy he had given it to had asked what the puddle on the floor was. Not near as effective as splashes of red.
Magenta gave him a look which he returned. They sat in silence for a few moments before she reached into her bag and held up a well of red ink. But when Rostislav reached for it she held it back out of his reach. "What do I get for lending you my ink?"
"What do you want?"
She actually looked as though she were thinking about it, but Rostislav knew the Ravenclaw girl better than that. She would never ask something like that unless she knew exactly what she wanted. "A kiss."
Rostislav blinked. "In the library?" She nodded and he glanced around, seeing that there was no one in sight. Normally Magenta was very strict on public displays of affection, a part of the time she was from, but whenever she was a little looser Rostislav was more than happy to oblige her. He turned and leaned in, surprised when she pulled him closer. Yet just as he brought his hand up to her face he heard a giggle and Magenta was pulling back, a little flushed.
"Look at that," an all too familiar voice said. "Innocence lost or what?" Marishka dropped into the chair across the table, grinning at the two of them as a boy in Hufflepuff robes, Rostislav had no idea who he might be, stood nearby. Luckily it was not the one who had made a lewd remark in his twin's direction during an earlier class. That boy had been a Mudblood and his sister would not have been caught dead in any sort of situation with him. She may have been... loose was one of the nicer terms he had heard used, but she had her standards. And judging by the ruffled look of this one's hair and the pink tinge to his cheeks, he fit.
"Hello to you as well, Marishka," Magenta said, eyes back on her sketch and the red ink resting near Rostislav's hand. "Who is this?"
Marishka glanced back at the boy. "What's your name again?" she asked unabashedly, causing Rostislav to roll his eyes. But before he could reply she was turning back. "Guess who I came across in the bookshelves not too long ago?"
"Please tell me it's not who I think it is," Rostislav sighed.
"Scorpius, and he was all upset because neither Hermione or Rose are talking to him and he thinks it's got something to do with one of the Ravenclaw girls. Poor boy needs to get-"
"Is that all you ever think about?" Rostislav interrupted when Magenta coughed.
Marishka tilted her head a little. "Not all I think about, no. But it takes up a good portion of my time. Not that I've ever heard anyone complain about it." She pulled a bit of a face. "Although there are those ones I can't touch..." Her eyes drifted in the direction she had come from and Rostislav followed her gaze to where a blonde Ravenclaw boy was pulling a book down from a shelf. "And I haven't. She'd find out."
"Of course she would." Rostislav dipped his quill into the ink and added the finishing touches before holding it up for Marishka to observe. "The Mudblood who tried flirting with you. What do you think?"
His twin laughed and the Hufflepuff she was with paled a little. "Can I have it?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Rostislav denied as he blew on the ink to dry it. "It's going to that boy. See if he ever flirts with you again."
"Such a protective brother," Marishka drawled, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair before she stood. "You two have fun." The emphasis she put on the last word caused Rostislav's ears to heat but he had no reply ready before she had gone.
He glanced over at Magenta. "Sorry about that," he muttered.
Magenta looked up at him. "It's Marishka. If she acted in any other way, well, then I'd be surprised. Now look here, tell me what you think of this tree."