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Drabble: Getting Out (Frank/Alice, Neville; G)
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Title Getting Out
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swissmarg
Pairing (and/or) Characters: Alice/Frank, baby Neville
Prompt Requester:hogwartshussy
Prompt: an outing of some kind with wee Neville
Rating: G
Word Count: 274
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
"It's time to go, Alice." Frank stood in the door of the nursery with his arms crossed. Alice was still fiddling with Neville's nappy.
"I think he's got a sniffle," she said, leaning over to swipe at Neville's nose with the edge of his burp cloth. He screwed up his face in protest and pushed against the cloth with his fist.
"The fresh air will do him good." Frank sounded stern.
She turned around suddenly, one hand splayed across Neville's belly, making sure that he didn't squirm off the changing table. "Don't take that Auror tone with me, Frank Longbottom!" she snapped.
Frank's back stiffened. "Voldemort is gone, Alice. You can't hide here forever. It's not healthy. For you or the baby. Do you think this is what James and Lily died for? So that you could live the rest of your life looking over your shoulder? I'll be waiting down at the shed." He turned and left.
Alice turned back to Neville. He had somehow gotten the burp cloth over his face and was banging his fist against his head in a vain attempt to remove it.
Alice lifted the edge of the cloth and smiled at her son. His brow was furrowed in concentration.
"Where's Neville then? Where's Neville?" she cooed.
Neville's face smoothed out into a broad, toothless grin and he waved his fists in excitement.
Alice lifted the baby up and held him against her chest, nuzzling her face against his bald head. "Daddy's taking us on a picnic, darling. Won't that be fun?" She clutched him closer and murmured in a monotone against his skin, "Won't that be fun?"
first_order Summer Drabble-A-Thon. You can find it posted over there also.Title Getting Out
Author:
swissmarg Pairing (and/or) Characters: Alice/Frank, baby Neville
Prompt Requester:
hogwartshussy Prompt: an outing of some kind with wee Neville
Rating: G
Word Count: 274
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
"It's time to go, Alice." Frank stood in the door of the nursery with his arms crossed. Alice was still fiddling with Neville's nappy.
"I think he's got a sniffle," she said, leaning over to swipe at Neville's nose with the edge of his burp cloth. He screwed up his face in protest and pushed against the cloth with his fist.
"The fresh air will do him good." Frank sounded stern.
She turned around suddenly, one hand splayed across Neville's belly, making sure that he didn't squirm off the changing table. "Don't take that Auror tone with me, Frank Longbottom!" she snapped.
Frank's back stiffened. "Voldemort is gone, Alice. You can't hide here forever. It's not healthy. For you or the baby. Do you think this is what James and Lily died for? So that you could live the rest of your life looking over your shoulder? I'll be waiting down at the shed." He turned and left.
Alice turned back to Neville. He had somehow gotten the burp cloth over his face and was banging his fist against his head in a vain attempt to remove it.
Alice lifted the edge of the cloth and smiled at her son. His brow was furrowed in concentration.
"Where's Neville then? Where's Neville?" she cooed.
Neville's face smoothed out into a broad, toothless grin and he waved his fists in excitement.
Alice lifted the baby up and held him against her chest, nuzzling her face against his bald head. "Daddy's taking us on a picnic, darling. Won't that be fun?" She clutched him closer and murmured in a monotone against his skin, "Won't that be fun?"