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Title: Anniversary Gift
Prompt: 007. Cage
Rating: G
Word Count: 928
Characters: Rostislav Lestrange, Hermione Granger, Azura Comstock, Magenta Comstock
Summary: Left alone in the castle, Rostislav finds a way to entertain himself.
Notes/Warnings: Number three of my Valentine Day fics for trivalent.
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.
The black-haired young man watched as the carriage rounded a bend on the road and passed out of sight, sighing as he slipped his hands into his pockets and turned away. He had been in this time for something like two years and seeing carriages instead of cars was something he was almost used to. Being left alone in the Comstock castle, however, was not. He heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor and sighed again. Technically he was not alone, but he might as well have been for all the company that the other person in the castle provided. "I would have thought she'd take you with her," Rostislav remarked as the bushy-haired Muggleborn - Magenta resented her being called a Mudblood - came into sight.
Hermione sniffed and shifted the pile of books she was holding. "I could say the same to you."
"You're her pet."
"You're her fiance."
"Don't forget where we are now, it's betrothed here," Rostislav reminded her with a bit of a smirk. Magenta's pet loved to show off her intelligence and any little thing he remembered that she did not was worth noting. "Besides, the pet is the one who follows wherever she's called, the betrothed has a mind of his own."
"Oh, right, that's why you're the one looking out the window at the carriage like a lost puppy while I'm having an absolutely delightful day." Hermione returned his smirk before turning and starting off towards the parlor with the most windows in the house, where Isolde and Azura normally spent their time. Rostislav had no reply ready for that and, figuring that it was not worth the effort to continue an argument with someone like the former Gryffindor, started down the stairs. He could keep himself entertained without Magenta or any of the other Comstocks, thank you very much, he had been doing it for years before. Usually Marishka was around, or one of his grandparents, and Rostislav suffered a brief pang of longing to see them again. But it passed quickly as it always did - accompanied by wondering if Marishka was keeping their grandmother relatively sane - replaced by an idea for what he could spend the day doing. He turned around, smiling at the thought of the fit Hermione would no doubt throw at him.
Azura giggled as she walked up to Magenta, who had spent fifteen minutes looking for Rostislav and her pet. "I found them," the youngest Comstock declared, eyes sparkling.
"And where are they, Azura?" Magenta asked. It had been a long day and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and go to sleep, but she would not be able to do that unless she said good night to the two she had brought back from the future.
"Mine and Isolde's parlor."
"It's not your parlor." The two started towards it, Azura practically skipping at her side. "Is there a reason you're not going to bed?"
"I just want to see your reaction," Azura chirped with a grin, opening the door and all but pushing Magenta into the darkened room. "See?"
The room was lit by candles and a small table had been brought in with what smelled like a chocolate dessert on it. Shadowed by the candles was a painting of what appeared to be a moving waterfall with small figures swimming in it. Magenta made a small sound of approval as she stepped forward to look at it more closely, not even noticing as Rostislav stepped up beside her. "Do you like it?" he asked quietly, hands clasped behind his back. Magenta was proud of how quickly he had learned the proper behavior for courting, not many boys from the future would have been able to. In fact, she could not think of another she had known who would have. "I remembered this morning after you left that today is the anniversary of when I asked you out for the first time and you said yes. So I did this..."
"You are so sweet," Magenta murmured, brushing her fingers against the back of his hand. She wished that Azura would leave so that she could kiss him, but her sister had followed her into the room and sat next to Hermione. "The two of you can go to bed," she informed them.
Hermione needed no further encouragement, but stood and left before Azura even stirred to follow. "Can I look at the painting tomorrow?" she asked, eyes going between Magenta and Rostislav.
"Of course," Rostislav replied. "Magenta will want to show it off once she gets a better look." The younger redhead smiled brightly and wished them a good night before leaving, the door clicking shut behind her. "Do you really like it?"
Magenta slipped her arms around his neck and went up on her toes to kiss him, lightly but firmly, tingling when she pulled away. "I really like it," she whispered, sliding her hands down his arms before stepping away. "Now let's try your dessert before bed."
Rostislav pulled a chair out for her. "I actually just told the house elves what to make," he admitted as he sat across from her. "I was busy with the painting and, well..."
"You're terrible in the kitchen," Magenta laughed. She had been witness to a few of his attempts. "It is perfectly all right, Rostislav, I love what you've done for me." He gave her a grin and she reminded herself to take time off of her family studies to spend the next day with him.
Prompt: 007. Cage
Rating: G
Word Count: 928
Characters: Rostislav Lestrange, Hermione Granger, Azura Comstock, Magenta Comstock
Summary: Left alone in the castle, Rostislav finds a way to entertain himself.
Notes/Warnings: Number three of my Valentine Day fics for trivalent.
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.
The black-haired young man watched as the carriage rounded a bend on the road and passed out of sight, sighing as he slipped his hands into his pockets and turned away. He had been in this time for something like two years and seeing carriages instead of cars was something he was almost used to. Being left alone in the Comstock castle, however, was not. He heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor and sighed again. Technically he was not alone, but he might as well have been for all the company that the other person in the castle provided. "I would have thought she'd take you with her," Rostislav remarked as the bushy-haired Muggleborn - Magenta resented her being called a Mudblood - came into sight.
Hermione sniffed and shifted the pile of books she was holding. "I could say the same to you."
"You're her pet."
"You're her fiance."
"Don't forget where we are now, it's betrothed here," Rostislav reminded her with a bit of a smirk. Magenta's pet loved to show off her intelligence and any little thing he remembered that she did not was worth noting. "Besides, the pet is the one who follows wherever she's called, the betrothed has a mind of his own."
"Oh, right, that's why you're the one looking out the window at the carriage like a lost puppy while I'm having an absolutely delightful day." Hermione returned his smirk before turning and starting off towards the parlor with the most windows in the house, where Isolde and Azura normally spent their time. Rostislav had no reply ready for that and, figuring that it was not worth the effort to continue an argument with someone like the former Gryffindor, started down the stairs. He could keep himself entertained without Magenta or any of the other Comstocks, thank you very much, he had been doing it for years before. Usually Marishka was around, or one of his grandparents, and Rostislav suffered a brief pang of longing to see them again. But it passed quickly as it always did - accompanied by wondering if Marishka was keeping their grandmother relatively sane - replaced by an idea for what he could spend the day doing. He turned around, smiling at the thought of the fit Hermione would no doubt throw at him.
Azura giggled as she walked up to Magenta, who had spent fifteen minutes looking for Rostislav and her pet. "I found them," the youngest Comstock declared, eyes sparkling.
"And where are they, Azura?" Magenta asked. It had been a long day and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and go to sleep, but she would not be able to do that unless she said good night to the two she had brought back from the future.
"Mine and Isolde's parlor."
"It's not your parlor." The two started towards it, Azura practically skipping at her side. "Is there a reason you're not going to bed?"
"I just want to see your reaction," Azura chirped with a grin, opening the door and all but pushing Magenta into the darkened room. "See?"
The room was lit by candles and a small table had been brought in with what smelled like a chocolate dessert on it. Shadowed by the candles was a painting of what appeared to be a moving waterfall with small figures swimming in it. Magenta made a small sound of approval as she stepped forward to look at it more closely, not even noticing as Rostislav stepped up beside her. "Do you like it?" he asked quietly, hands clasped behind his back. Magenta was proud of how quickly he had learned the proper behavior for courting, not many boys from the future would have been able to. In fact, she could not think of another she had known who would have. "I remembered this morning after you left that today is the anniversary of when I asked you out for the first time and you said yes. So I did this..."
"You are so sweet," Magenta murmured, brushing her fingers against the back of his hand. She wished that Azura would leave so that she could kiss him, but her sister had followed her into the room and sat next to Hermione. "The two of you can go to bed," she informed them.
Hermione needed no further encouragement, but stood and left before Azura even stirred to follow. "Can I look at the painting tomorrow?" she asked, eyes going between Magenta and Rostislav.
"Of course," Rostislav replied. "Magenta will want to show it off once she gets a better look." The younger redhead smiled brightly and wished them a good night before leaving, the door clicking shut behind her. "Do you really like it?"
Magenta slipped her arms around his neck and went up on her toes to kiss him, lightly but firmly, tingling when she pulled away. "I really like it," she whispered, sliding her hands down his arms before stepping away. "Now let's try your dessert before bed."
Rostislav pulled a chair out for her. "I actually just told the house elves what to make," he admitted as he sat across from her. "I was busy with the painting and, well..."
"You're terrible in the kitchen," Magenta laughed. She had been witness to a few of his attempts. "It is perfectly all right, Rostislav, I love what you've done for me." He gave her a grin and she reminded herself to take time off of her family studies to spend the next day with him.