Accio - 1/50 for the Cousincest Bootcamp Challenge at HPFC. (Note: this will contain cousincest, so be warned.)
Seafoam Green - 1/5 for The Five Drabbles Competition. I hit 399 words.
The Weasleys were dressed as one. All wore forest green and gold, cheering for the Harpies as one strong force. Fred Weasley, more than anyone else, was enjoying the energy of the match. His heart, as usual, beat in time with the crowd's cheering and the loud music.
His eyes fluttered shut until the Harpies scored and the stadium erupted in cheers.
All lined up as they were along the railing of their personal box, Fred jumped in surprise when someone behind him tapped his shoulder.
Red hair, delicate skin, no freckles, shy smile.
"Hi," Louis whispered. His parents, a few steps behind him, smiled encouragingly at Fred. It was not often that Louis came to Quidditch matches—Aunt Fleur disliked them, and Uncle Bill was often busy with assignments. In fact, Louis rarely attended family gatherings.
He took a moment to appraise Louis. He stood out from the rest of the Weasley clan, clad in seafoam green, and his family stood to the side.
Fred smiled, hit with a flash of pity. "What brings you here?"
Something sparked in Louis eyes, and an inexplicable flush coloured his cheeks.
"I wanted to watch some Quidditch," he said, tone rising with excitement.
Fred perked up. At least they'd have something substantial to talk about.
Then, Fred was witness to Louis spotting the crowd. It was a stunning transformation as his eyes widened, searching with an intensity that suggested, absurdly, that he was trying to memorize each face he saw. Just as Fred had done earlier, Louis leaned out as far as he could. There was amazement on Louis' face, and Fred was forced to wonder if he'd ever actually seen his cousin at a match. Somehow, this new enthusiasm was striking.
"It's going to be brilliant," Louis said, looking back at Fred, and their eyes locked together.
The energy Louis was exuding made Fred's heart thump. Something curled in his belly, and his throat went dry. There was light in Louis' eyes. The smile that stretched his lips could not be contained.
"Come with me so you can change into this. Accio."
Without even looking over when his mother shouted something about underage magic, Fred caught the Harpies sweater he'd summoned from Molly Weasley's bag of merchandise.
Louis hesitated for a fraction of a second, smile fading. He looked to his parents, and Fred felt his heart start to ache for some unmentionable reason. Louis had never been particularly adventurous, nor was he a troublemaker.
Then, surprisingly and with a cheeky smile that Fred recognized as his own, Louis took off toward the bathroom. He ran, shouting, and Fred followed, matching the shouts with his own.