Ficlet: Pink or Blue? 4/13 (George/Lee)
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seedeeTitle: Pink or Blue?
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 4/13: er... um...
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 930
Summary: A pebble can reveal more about you than you might think.
Author's Notes: N/A
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 3. oh how I loathe thee (most of the time)
Lee got the job at the WWN in autumn. He'd worked as an unpaid intern for two months during the summer, but now he had a real contract, earned real galleons, and was taught everything from using his voice properly to the magic necessary for running a radio station. It was bloody brilliant.
This day had been long. He'd had his first three minutes of airtime. The weatherman had needed to go home to his pregnant wife and Lee had stepped in. He was still grinning stupidly when he entered the twins' shop.
"Heard you, mate." Fred emerged from the back room when the door bell announced Lee's presence. Lee had never figured out why it roared like a lion when Fred or George opened the door, but made chicken noises whenever he was the one who stepped through. "Was some wicked rain, you talked about. Think they'll give you a bit of fog next time or maybe even sunshine?" The words were teasing, but Fred was beaming and Lee knew that it was a genuine smile.
"Git," Lee answered, grinning. He heard noises from the backroom and raised an eyebrow. "What are you up to? Tinkering again? Do I have to worry, is something going to blow up?"
"Possibly. But that's our business, in case you forgot. Follow me, Jordan, a new radio star isn't the only thing we're going to celebrate tonight."
They went through the door, and Lee nodded at George who was waving his wand over what looked like blue and pink pebbles. The air in the room was smokey and the smell reminded Lee of Snape's dungeon. The shelves were full of potion ingredients, plants in small bags, insects in jars, substances in different colours. Everything was neatly arranged and sorted by type. On the far end of the wall there was a locked cabinet. Lee had asked once what was in there, not surprised when George had told him that the stuff they locked up was either potentially fatal, highly valuable, or both.
"What are those?" Lee asked, pointing at the pebbles, not at all sure if he wanted to know.
George took a blue and a pink pebble and held them up. "Adult daydream charms. Worked on them for months."
Lee looked at them, but other than the unnatural colour, there was no sign of them being anything other than small stones. "How do they work? And why different colours?"
"These," George rolled the pink one between thumb and index finger, "are for witches. The charm activates a setting and provides a willing wizard. So far we only have tropical island, though."
"The rather ingenious part is, that the looks of the wizard are determined by the witches desires," Fred added, bouncing on the balls of his feet and waggling his eyebrows at the last word.
"Exactly," continued George. "Whatever happens is completely up to the witch. The daydream wizard will do whatever her unconscious mind wants him to do."
"And we all know what depraved things witches can come up with. Just remember that one time when we sneaked into the library late at night and Mdme Pince and..."
"Stop it, Fred," Lee half groaned, half begged. "We never sneaked into the library and I don't want to know what we would have seen if we'd done it."
George pursed his lips. "Actually..." Lee was grateful that he didn't finish the sentence.
"Anyway," George continued. "The blue ones are mostly the same. Instead of a wizard, there's a witch, though."
Lee whistled appreciatively. "Brilliant. Are they already tested?"
"The charms are tested, but not the finished product. George just added colours and safe words."
"Safe words?" Lee didn't know if he liked that they needed safe words.
"Yeah." George grinned. "There's a safe word in case you want the daydream to end before the charm is finished. For example if someone enters your room while you're..." He waved his hand at the general direction of his groin.
"... 'busy' is the scientific term," Fred provided helpfully. "If you want to end the charm, you just say 'Filch' and the daydream is over."
Lee snorted and made a face. "That would certainly put a damper on things."
"Here, take one home, lock your door, hold it in your hand, tap it with your wand and tell us tomorrow how it went." George held out his hand, both pebbles lying innocently on his open palm. "Don't forget to clean up afterwards and wash your hands," he added as an afterthought.
Lee looked from George to Fred to the pebbles, hesitated for a moment, made a decision, smirked, shrugged, and took the pink one.
George sighed and rolled his eyes. "Pay attention, man. These are for witches."
"I know," answered Lee.
"It means that the one in the dream will be a bloke, with blokey bits," Fred said slowly and patiently as if talking to a small child. Or a Slytherin.
"I know," Lee said. "Pay attention."
It only took a moment. He saw when realisation dawned, and George's mouth fell open at the same time as Fred's eyes went wide.
"Er..."
"Um..."
"Does that mean the only thing one has to do to make you two shut up is being bent? Wicked."
"Don't hold your breath, Jordan," Fred said after shaking his head, "it only works once." A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "But think of all the jokes about your sexual orienation we're going to come up with."
Lee groaned.
George was still staring.
next: 5. laughter
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 4/13: er... um...
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 930
Summary: A pebble can reveal more about you than you might think.
Author's Notes: N/A
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 3. oh how I loathe thee (most of the time)
Lee got the job at the WWN in autumn. He'd worked as an unpaid intern for two months during the summer, but now he had a real contract, earned real galleons, and was taught everything from using his voice properly to the magic necessary for running a radio station. It was bloody brilliant.
This day had been long. He'd had his first three minutes of airtime. The weatherman had needed to go home to his pregnant wife and Lee had stepped in. He was still grinning stupidly when he entered the twins' shop.
"Heard you, mate." Fred emerged from the back room when the door bell announced Lee's presence. Lee had never figured out why it roared like a lion when Fred or George opened the door, but made chicken noises whenever he was the one who stepped through. "Was some wicked rain, you talked about. Think they'll give you a bit of fog next time or maybe even sunshine?" The words were teasing, but Fred was beaming and Lee knew that it was a genuine smile.
"Git," Lee answered, grinning. He heard noises from the backroom and raised an eyebrow. "What are you up to? Tinkering again? Do I have to worry, is something going to blow up?"
"Possibly. But that's our business, in case you forgot. Follow me, Jordan, a new radio star isn't the only thing we're going to celebrate tonight."
They went through the door, and Lee nodded at George who was waving his wand over what looked like blue and pink pebbles. The air in the room was smokey and the smell reminded Lee of Snape's dungeon. The shelves were full of potion ingredients, plants in small bags, insects in jars, substances in different colours. Everything was neatly arranged and sorted by type. On the far end of the wall there was a locked cabinet. Lee had asked once what was in there, not surprised when George had told him that the stuff they locked up was either potentially fatal, highly valuable, or both.
"What are those?" Lee asked, pointing at the pebbles, not at all sure if he wanted to know.
George took a blue and a pink pebble and held them up. "Adult daydream charms. Worked on them for months."
Lee looked at them, but other than the unnatural colour, there was no sign of them being anything other than small stones. "How do they work? And why different colours?"
"These," George rolled the pink one between thumb and index finger, "are for witches. The charm activates a setting and provides a willing wizard. So far we only have tropical island, though."
"The rather ingenious part is, that the looks of the wizard are determined by the witches desires," Fred added, bouncing on the balls of his feet and waggling his eyebrows at the last word.
"Exactly," continued George. "Whatever happens is completely up to the witch. The daydream wizard will do whatever her unconscious mind wants him to do."
"And we all know what depraved things witches can come up with. Just remember that one time when we sneaked into the library late at night and Mdme Pince and..."
"Stop it, Fred," Lee half groaned, half begged. "We never sneaked into the library and I don't want to know what we would have seen if we'd done it."
George pursed his lips. "Actually..." Lee was grateful that he didn't finish the sentence.
"Anyway," George continued. "The blue ones are mostly the same. Instead of a wizard, there's a witch, though."
Lee whistled appreciatively. "Brilliant. Are they already tested?"
"The charms are tested, but not the finished product. George just added colours and safe words."
"Safe words?" Lee didn't know if he liked that they needed safe words.
"Yeah." George grinned. "There's a safe word in case you want the daydream to end before the charm is finished. For example if someone enters your room while you're..." He waved his hand at the general direction of his groin.
"... 'busy' is the scientific term," Fred provided helpfully. "If you want to end the charm, you just say 'Filch' and the daydream is over."
Lee snorted and made a face. "That would certainly put a damper on things."
"Here, take one home, lock your door, hold it in your hand, tap it with your wand and tell us tomorrow how it went." George held out his hand, both pebbles lying innocently on his open palm. "Don't forget to clean up afterwards and wash your hands," he added as an afterthought.
Lee looked from George to Fred to the pebbles, hesitated for a moment, made a decision, smirked, shrugged, and took the pink one.
George sighed and rolled his eyes. "Pay attention, man. These are for witches."
"I know," answered Lee.
"It means that the one in the dream will be a bloke, with blokey bits," Fred said slowly and patiently as if talking to a small child. Or a Slytherin.
"I know," Lee said. "Pay attention."
It only took a moment. He saw when realisation dawned, and George's mouth fell open at the same time as Fred's eyes went wide.
"Er..."
"Um..."
"Does that mean the only thing one has to do to make you two shut up is being bent? Wicked."
"Don't hold your breath, Jordan," Fred said after shaking his head, "it only works once." A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "But think of all the jokes about your sexual orienation we're going to come up with."
Lee groaned.
George was still staring.
next: 5. laughter
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