New story! *eyes widen and dodges* Don't kill me! At least I'm still writing. Anyway, this'll be fun :).

As the title suggests, I shall write pre-series (as if I wasn't with Gilan) now with mostly Halt and Crowley, but there's more! I've always wanted to do post-series (I know, "What the heck's wrong with timing in the series?") with the characters I've made up, and I'll put in a few of those as well to see how they go over. Also, they won't all be funny. I'm, uh, trying to expand my genres beyond pointless humor. *sheepish look* It's a little boring, I think.

But Imma contradict myself and start off with something funny cuz I'm a very impatient person and want to get this on with and am in a funny mood after working on One in a Million.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters you recognize, but quite a few OC's are mine. (How witty. The one thing I can't do. Witty disclaimers. Well, and raise an eyebrow, spell "musical," and – you get my drift.)


Grumpy, Much?


"Halt, are you grumpy?"

A sigh. "No, Crowley, I'm never grumpy."

The other apprentice attempted to raise his eyebrow in the manner that Halt had since he'd gotten to Araluen. (Crowley could never really accomplish it though. It seemed so…king-like.)

"You seem grumpy," Crowley insisted.

"What makes you say that?"

"Look." Crowley immediately thrust a mug full to the brim with a rich and bitter-smelling black liquid under Halt's nose, only to have it pushed away carefully by a somewhat disgusted hand of Halt's. "You don't like coffee." The tone was despairing.

The black-haired apprentice eyed the blonde one in exasperation for a moment, before turning back to his doodles on their geography notes. "That doesn't make me grumpy."

"Yuh-huh," Crowley persisted irritatingly. "A life without coffee is a cold, sad life." He looked at the drink again, then held it out so Halt could see. "Your soul is as black as this coffee," he told Halt seriously.

"You know what, Crowley?" Halt suddenly asked. "I think you're grumpy."

Crowley did an amusing double take. "Me?" His voice rose in pitch a little. "No way."

"Yes," Halt insisted. "Watch." And with that he flung out a hand and knocked the cup out of Crowley's hand, spilling the fast moving liquid all over the papers on the table. Not that Crowley cared about that bit.

"HALT!" Crowely yelped. "The COFFEE!" The taller Araluen fixed his glare on the small and wicked-looking Hibernian. "Y-you…"

But Halt had already turned to leave. "Sheesh," Halt muttered, walking away to hide his smirk. "Don't be so grumpy, Crowls."

A dumbstruck Crowley watched with his head tilted, wondering what had happened. (But then, he might be doing that a lot around Halt.)


Gah, short. My A/N was longer. But just to get it started, leaving on an ominous note :D. Lemme know what you thought!

-Dodo