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rarepair_shorts2007-10-18 09:21 pm
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Ficlet: "Color me Silly" (Kingsley/Gideon)
Title: Color me Silly
Character Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt / Gideon Prewett
Prompt: Paint the sky with stars
Rating: PG
Word Count: 560
Author's Notes: Thank you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
westwardlee, for the quick beta.
No warning beyond this is silly.
Link to Prompt Table: My table's in ij
Using the end of his wand to draw nonsensical scribbles on the table while he waited, Gideon wondered what was taking his new student so long. He'd promised McGonagall he'd tutor the sixth-year student in order to avoid detention. Unfortunately, he didn't think to set an arrival time and had promised her one hour tonight. Which meant - he glanced at the time - that he would be fifteen minutes late to Quidditch practice.
The room was quiet, the only noise the soft ticking of his silver watch and the tapping of his fingers against the oak tabletop. Then, suddenly, the door slammed open with a startling loud crack. Gideon flinched, glancing up to snarl at the inconsiderate person, but instead burst out in laughter.
Whoever he was, he was red. Literally. He strode angrily across the room, dripping Gryffindor-red paint across McGonagall's spotless classroom floor.
"Not a fucking word," he snarled, his deep voice tinged with frustration, dropping into a chair across from Gideon.
"You might want to remove the paint before it dries," Gideon suggested.
"You're the smart one. I'm the fool, apparently. You do it."
Quiet by nature, Gideon bit back a rude retort, reminding himself he'd be just as irritated if in the same situation.
"Watch then," Gideon said, and with a wave of his wand, sharply left and down, then a counter-clockwise circle, the paint turned to water and slid off him, pooling around his feet.
"Not much better," he – Kingsley Shacklebolt, Gideon could see now – growled.
"You saw my wand movement. Dry yourself with the same motion. It's what we need to study tonight anyway."
It took Kingsley three tries, but Gideon didn't comment, too entertained while watching, struggling to keep a neutral expression.
"Come on," Gideon said, standing up, simply expecting Kingsley to follow him.
Gideon turned, facing him. "See that chair on your left? Same wand movement, different incantation." Gideon told him the words and Kingsley, with two tries, turned it to a pail. Tossing a wadded up piece of parchment into it, Gideon Transfigured it into yellow paint.
"Throw it at me."
"Excuse me?"
"Toss the paint at me; if any yellow touches me, you get to leave. If no yellow touches me, you have to practice tonight. It's not like I want to be a tutor either."
"How many tries?"
"Three."
Shrugging, Kingsley appeared to consider his options, one hand on his chin, but quickly launched it across three meters at Gideon.
With a whispered word, Gideon changed it to water, letting it drench him.
"Hah!" he said, turning to leave.
He waited three heartbeats before calling Kingsley back. "Where are you going, Shacklebolt? There's no yellow."
Grumbling under his breath, Kingsley magically refilled the pail and tried again. Then again, enthusiastically, but alas, no paint touched Gideon and Kingsley sighed, agreeing to seriously practice with his new tutor.
Thirty minutes later, Gideon relented – he really didn't want to be late for Quidditch and Kingsley, once he concentrated, actually was a good student. "Good job, Shacklebolt. You're free to go."
Kingsley's mouth dropped, but apparently he was smart enough to hold his tongue. He turned to leave and Gideon clamped a hand across his mouth as Kingsley strode from the room, his arse still covered with bright red paint.
Gideon considered calling him back, but it was such a lovely view that he chose to remain silent, enjoying watching Kingsley leave. Suddenly, he was looking forward to the next few weeks of tutoring.
Character Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt / Gideon Prewett
Prompt: Paint the sky with stars
Rating: PG
Word Count: 560
Author's Notes: Thank you,
westwardlee, for the quick beta. No warning beyond this is silly.
Link to Prompt Table: My table's in ij
Using the end of his wand to draw nonsensical scribbles on the table while he waited, Gideon wondered what was taking his new student so long. He'd promised McGonagall he'd tutor the sixth-year student in order to avoid detention. Unfortunately, he didn't think to set an arrival time and had promised her one hour tonight. Which meant - he glanced at the time - that he would be fifteen minutes late to Quidditch practice.
The room was quiet, the only noise the soft ticking of his silver watch and the tapping of his fingers against the oak tabletop. Then, suddenly, the door slammed open with a startling loud crack. Gideon flinched, glancing up to snarl at the inconsiderate person, but instead burst out in laughter.
Whoever he was, he was red. Literally. He strode angrily across the room, dripping Gryffindor-red paint across McGonagall's spotless classroom floor.
"Not a fucking word," he snarled, his deep voice tinged with frustration, dropping into a chair across from Gideon.
"You might want to remove the paint before it dries," Gideon suggested.
"You're the smart one. I'm the fool, apparently. You do it."
Quiet by nature, Gideon bit back a rude retort, reminding himself he'd be just as irritated if in the same situation.
"Watch then," Gideon said, and with a wave of his wand, sharply left and down, then a counter-clockwise circle, the paint turned to water and slid off him, pooling around his feet.
"Not much better," he – Kingsley Shacklebolt, Gideon could see now – growled.
"You saw my wand movement. Dry yourself with the same motion. It's what we need to study tonight anyway."
It took Kingsley three tries, but Gideon didn't comment, too entertained while watching, struggling to keep a neutral expression.
"Come on," Gideon said, standing up, simply expecting Kingsley to follow him.
Gideon turned, facing him. "See that chair on your left? Same wand movement, different incantation." Gideon told him the words and Kingsley, with two tries, turned it to a pail. Tossing a wadded up piece of parchment into it, Gideon Transfigured it into yellow paint.
"Throw it at me."
"Excuse me?"
"Toss the paint at me; if any yellow touches me, you get to leave. If no yellow touches me, you have to practice tonight. It's not like I want to be a tutor either."
"How many tries?"
"Three."
Shrugging, Kingsley appeared to consider his options, one hand on his chin, but quickly launched it across three meters at Gideon.
With a whispered word, Gideon changed it to water, letting it drench him.
"Hah!" he said, turning to leave.
He waited three heartbeats before calling Kingsley back. "Where are you going, Shacklebolt? There's no yellow."
Grumbling under his breath, Kingsley magically refilled the pail and tried again. Then again, enthusiastically, but alas, no paint touched Gideon and Kingsley sighed, agreeing to seriously practice with his new tutor.
Thirty minutes later, Gideon relented – he really didn't want to be late for Quidditch and Kingsley, once he concentrated, actually was a good student. "Good job, Shacklebolt. You're free to go."
Kingsley's mouth dropped, but apparently he was smart enough to hold his tongue. He turned to leave and Gideon clamped a hand across his mouth as Kingsley strode from the room, his arse still covered with bright red paint.
Gideon considered calling him back, but it was such a lovely view that he chose to remain silent, enjoying watching Kingsley leave. Suddenly, he was looking forward to the next few weeks of tutoring.
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I needed to write something silly last night to balance out the angst I was writing.
Thank you, Kingsley is one of my favorite characters and the Gideon in my head loves to pick on him.
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They were really made for each other
, even if they're too stubborn to admit it.no subject
WeI really need to write them more.I just can't decide which Gideon this is quite yet.
Thank you, luv.
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In all honesty,