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heathershaped) wrote2009-03-22 01:25 pm
heathershaped) wrote2009-03-22 01:25 pm
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Fic: Chaos (Seamus, Lavender, PG)
Title: Chaos
Pairing/Characters: Seamus, Lavender
Rating: PG (language)
Summary: Seamus and Lavender stop to get their bearings. Missing moment from DH.
Word Count: 710
Notes: Study break ficlet for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
idea_of_sarcasm, who prompted me with Seamus/Lavender, solidarity. (prompt post here)
Not that he'd admit it, but Seamus could neither make heads nor tails of what the fuck was happening. People were running everywhere; moving so quickly that he couldn't make out who they all were or where they were going, but he heard their shouts and screams and ripe curses -- some of them his own. Felt them brush his shoulders as he passed. He watched as a bloke a year behind him tripped and went sprawling, skidding to a stop just short of falling down the already-crumbling staircase.
Jesus.
This morning it'd been calm, more or less. Maybe routine was a better word for it because it hadn't felt calm, but it'd been quiet. Shifts in the Room of Requirement, trips to the Hog's Head, catching a few hours' sleep in one of the hammocks. Charming the floor in front of He-Carrow's office to catch fire when he opened the door. Thinking about Dean -- always, in the back of his mind, worrying for Dean. And waiting. Now, Harry was back, and Ron and Hermione and it was chaos.
And maybe he didn't know quite what was happening yet, but at least now the chaos was out in the open. Maybe the whole fucking place was falling apart, but at least now it wasn't only falling apart on the inside.
There was comfort in that. A weird, fucked-up sort of comfort.
Hogwarts hadn't been the same place for a while, and this ... Seamus stumbled back as a stone guard rail flew apart under a blast of red light. This was a long time coming.
He tightened his fingers on his wand (not that they were shaking, 'course not) as he looked around. Right -- time to do something. He started down the corridor, away from the crumbling stairs, and turned a corner, stopping when he saw Lavender, stock-still and wide-eyed, standing right in the middle of the hall. People, students trying to get out, flowed around her like water where she stood. He moved quickly to her side.
"Lav," he took her arm. It wasn't shaking, and he took that as a good sign. "Lav, what're you doin'? We've got to move; it's not stable up here."
"Shay," Lavender shook her head slightly; her dark hair, normally so shiny, was flecked with rubble and dust, and something ... something wet. She turned to him and took his forearm. "I can't ... I don't know."
"Got to go, Lav," Seamus said tersely, "Got to get downstairs." He glanced down as she brushed a finger over a fairly deep cut just below his elbow. He didn't remember how or when it'd happened, but now he'd noticed it, and saw his own blood on her fingertip, he felt the sting. "'m fine," he said, lips quirking up into a half-grin that held little of his usual good humour. "It's nothin'. Got worse in detention last week."
"It's real this time, isn't it? I didn't know what it would be like. All the practise, it's not the same."
Seamus nodded. "Aye; it's real," he said. "This is what it was for, all of it."
Lav returned his nod and glanced over the balcony to the floor below. "Then why don't I know what to do?"
"You'll -- we'll know," he amended, because fuck if he knew either. "Just don't think about it. We'll know, when it comes to it."
"You sound so sure."
"No reason not to be," Seamus offered another smile, more genuine than the first. "Let's kick some arse, aye?"
Lavender dropped her hand from his arm and gripped her wand. "We'll be alright." Sounded more like she was talking to herself than to him. Before he could answer, another flash of red light sizzled the air between them. They both dropped to a crouch.
"We've got to go, Lav," he slipped his hand down her arm and gripped her hand. "Don't worry -- I'm with you."
She blinked at their joined hands, surely noticing that Seamus' hand was shaking visibly. He watched her throat work as she swallowed and glanced back up at him.
"I'm with you, too," she told him, and they both moved, hurling themselves down the corridor and downstairs to join the fray.
Pairing/Characters: Seamus, Lavender
Rating: PG (language)
Summary: Seamus and Lavender stop to get their bearings. Missing moment from DH.
Word Count: 710
Notes: Study break ficlet for
idea_of_sarcasm, who prompted me with Seamus/Lavender, solidarity. (prompt post here)Not that he'd admit it, but Seamus could neither make heads nor tails of what the fuck was happening. People were running everywhere; moving so quickly that he couldn't make out who they all were or where they were going, but he heard their shouts and screams and ripe curses -- some of them his own. Felt them brush his shoulders as he passed. He watched as a bloke a year behind him tripped and went sprawling, skidding to a stop just short of falling down the already-crumbling staircase.
Jesus.
This morning it'd been calm, more or less. Maybe routine was a better word for it because it hadn't felt calm, but it'd been quiet. Shifts in the Room of Requirement, trips to the Hog's Head, catching a few hours' sleep in one of the hammocks. Charming the floor in front of He-Carrow's office to catch fire when he opened the door. Thinking about Dean -- always, in the back of his mind, worrying for Dean. And waiting. Now, Harry was back, and Ron and Hermione and it was chaos.
And maybe he didn't know quite what was happening yet, but at least now the chaos was out in the open. Maybe the whole fucking place was falling apart, but at least now it wasn't only falling apart on the inside.
There was comfort in that. A weird, fucked-up sort of comfort.
Hogwarts hadn't been the same place for a while, and this ... Seamus stumbled back as a stone guard rail flew apart under a blast of red light. This was a long time coming.
He tightened his fingers on his wand (not that they were shaking, 'course not) as he looked around. Right -- time to do something. He started down the corridor, away from the crumbling stairs, and turned a corner, stopping when he saw Lavender, stock-still and wide-eyed, standing right in the middle of the hall. People, students trying to get out, flowed around her like water where she stood. He moved quickly to her side.
"Lav," he took her arm. It wasn't shaking, and he took that as a good sign. "Lav, what're you doin'? We've got to move; it's not stable up here."
"Shay," Lavender shook her head slightly; her dark hair, normally so shiny, was flecked with rubble and dust, and something ... something wet. She turned to him and took his forearm. "I can't ... I don't know."
"Got to go, Lav," Seamus said tersely, "Got to get downstairs." He glanced down as she brushed a finger over a fairly deep cut just below his elbow. He didn't remember how or when it'd happened, but now he'd noticed it, and saw his own blood on her fingertip, he felt the sting. "'m fine," he said, lips quirking up into a half-grin that held little of his usual good humour. "It's nothin'. Got worse in detention last week."
"It's real this time, isn't it? I didn't know what it would be like. All the practise, it's not the same."
Seamus nodded. "Aye; it's real," he said. "This is what it was for, all of it."
Lav returned his nod and glanced over the balcony to the floor below. "Then why don't I know what to do?"
"You'll -- we'll know," he amended, because fuck if he knew either. "Just don't think about it. We'll know, when it comes to it."
"You sound so sure."
"No reason not to be," Seamus offered another smile, more genuine than the first. "Let's kick some arse, aye?"
Lavender dropped her hand from his arm and gripped her wand. "We'll be alright." Sounded more like she was talking to herself than to him. Before he could answer, another flash of red light sizzled the air between them. They both dropped to a crouch.
"We've got to go, Lav," he slipped his hand down her arm and gripped her hand. "Don't worry -- I'm with you."
She blinked at their joined hands, surely noticing that Seamus' hand was shaking visibly. He watched her throat work as she swallowed and glanced back up at him.
"I'm with you, too," she told him, and they both moved, hurling themselves down the corridor and downstairs to join the fray.
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This was great.
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Lovely little ficlet Heather, just a short little snapshot in time. I liked the realism of them having some fear and some hesitation even if they aren't running; they might have aged beyond their years, but they're still young and still untested in something like this (and no sane person wouldn't have some level of fear). I have to admit, the use of 'He-carrow' made me snicker, and the line about Hogwarts falling apart on the outside rather than just in was so very well done.
I hope you take more study breaks, whether it's to indulge others prompts, or you know - another of mine ;)
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(And har-de-har. See if I write your drabble first next time. *g*)
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(random comment is random: I actually went searching for Merlin ff when I had a headache that kept me at home last night, and I found this one Gwen/Arthur piece that actually had me thinking 'hmm, I should let Heather know about this'....and then I saw you had commented on it as well *snort*. I wish there were others in the fandom of the same quality)
*uses only Merlin icon*
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Also, yes, Arthur/Gwen fic that's actually GOOD is hard to come by, which is a shame -- when the author really understands their dynamic, hich is rare, it's one of my favorite things to read in fandom.
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Perhaps the second season will inspire some writers to get them and take up the fic challenge....
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And, what can I say. I reserve the right to bitch about anything and everything whether it's justified or not...
I will say there are some pairings I love to read, in various fandoms, but simply know I cannot write. Some people are aces at getting the tone of a character (or a coupling) just right, but while I can spot it done badly I can't neccessarily do it myself.
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