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in_the_blue) wrote2014-12-23 09:33 pm
in_the_blue) wrote2014-12-23 09:33 pm
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December 24
(I know I'm a little early, hush. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day.)
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kit_the_brave requested a fandom mashup: two characters who wouldn't normally encounter each other meet while Christmas shopping.
In her lifetime Hermione had seen many things she would never be able to explain without magic. Hogwarts, for one, with its moving staircases, gossiping portraits, and hidden chambers. Then there were the owls, which always intrigued her on general principle. Hogsmeade in particular was one of her favorite places but now, so close to Christmas, the town was even more delightful. She had gifts to buy for her friends and knew just where to start. Before going over to Dervish & Banges to find something actually useful for Harry, she would be visiting Honeydukes. From the first time they'd met on the Hogwarts Express, Ron had displayed an unabashed love for sweets.
Her biggest difficulty was in making certain Ron wasn't watching. She sent him off with Harry to Zonko's and once she knew they'd gone inside, she doubled back to Honeydukes. Quickly, she moved past the acid pops and blood-flavored lollipops and cockroach clusters, although Ron would most likely appreciate any one of those things. Ever practical, she zeroed in on the sugar quills (both delicious and useful, she told herself). Once she'd got a handful of them, she pushed her way through the crowd towards the counter... and did a double-take.
Out in the street -- she saw it through the window -- was a Hippogriff. That by itself was odd enough, but this particular Hippogriff moved swiftly backwards through the street... without moving its legs. Hurriedly, Hermione paid for the sugar quills and raced into the street. What an odd thing! She nearly lost sight of the Hippogriff, but managed to run quickly enough to nearly catch it up.
There, beneath it, impossibly, were a half-dozen tiny blue men in kilts making off with someone's prize beast. As she watched it hurry off (still backwards) in the direction of the Shrieking Shack, she could have sworn she heard the strangest word. It wasn't a spell, she was fairly certain of that, but she was equally sure it wasn't a curse.
"Crivens!"
The one who'd spoken, a red-bearded tiny kilted blue man, carried a bottle of Butterbeer nearly twice his size on his back. It was impossible to tell which was more important to him: the Butterbeer or the Hippogriff. As she watched them disappear round the corner, she didn't know whether to point it out or simply to smile.
She chose the latter. It was nearly Christmas, after all.
(Later that night, in the comfort of the Gryffindor Common Room, neither Harry nor Ron believed her when she told them what she'd seen. "Boys," she sniffed, and headed up to her room.)
kit_the_brave requested a fandom mashup: two characters who wouldn't normally encounter each other meet while Christmas shopping.In her lifetime Hermione had seen many things she would never be able to explain without magic. Hogwarts, for one, with its moving staircases, gossiping portraits, and hidden chambers. Then there were the owls, which always intrigued her on general principle. Hogsmeade in particular was one of her favorite places but now, so close to Christmas, the town was even more delightful. She had gifts to buy for her friends and knew just where to start. Before going over to Dervish & Banges to find something actually useful for Harry, she would be visiting Honeydukes. From the first time they'd met on the Hogwarts Express, Ron had displayed an unabashed love for sweets.
Her biggest difficulty was in making certain Ron wasn't watching. She sent him off with Harry to Zonko's and once she knew they'd gone inside, she doubled back to Honeydukes. Quickly, she moved past the acid pops and blood-flavored lollipops and cockroach clusters, although Ron would most likely appreciate any one of those things. Ever practical, she zeroed in on the sugar quills (both delicious and useful, she told herself). Once she'd got a handful of them, she pushed her way through the crowd towards the counter... and did a double-take.
Out in the street -- she saw it through the window -- was a Hippogriff. That by itself was odd enough, but this particular Hippogriff moved swiftly backwards through the street... without moving its legs. Hurriedly, Hermione paid for the sugar quills and raced into the street. What an odd thing! She nearly lost sight of the Hippogriff, but managed to run quickly enough to nearly catch it up.
There, beneath it, impossibly, were a half-dozen tiny blue men in kilts making off with someone's prize beast. As she watched it hurry off (still backwards) in the direction of the Shrieking Shack, she could have sworn she heard the strangest word. It wasn't a spell, she was fairly certain of that, but she was equally sure it wasn't a curse.
"Crivens!"
The one who'd spoken, a red-bearded tiny kilted blue man, carried a bottle of Butterbeer nearly twice his size on his back. It was impossible to tell which was more important to him: the Butterbeer or the Hippogriff. As she watched them disappear round the corner, she didn't know whether to point it out or simply to smile.
She chose the latter. It was nearly Christmas, after all.
(Later that night, in the comfort of the Gryffindor Common Room, neither Harry nor Ron believed her when she told them what she'd seen. "Boys," she sniffed, and headed up to her room.)
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