Title: Acrid
A/N: A drabble collection for the OTP Boot Camp, with Rose/Lorcan.
They crouched together, out of sight. The 'borrowed' wand lay on the ground between them, pointing safely away. Rose spoke,
"I think I should do it. I'm older."
Six year old Lorcan nodded nervously, leaning closer. Their heads touched, red hair mixing with blond. Rose hesitantly picked up Victoire's wand as though it might bite her.
When no sharp teeth appeared she clutched it a little tighter and poked it towards the ground. A little flame flared up and the two children squealed, backing away frantically. An acrid stench filled the air.
"We don't tell anyone this, okay Lorcan?" Rose ordered.
"Pinky swear?" Lorcan offered his little hand up, and they made one of many promises.