Written for:
Hopscotch: (location) Hogwarts Library
Speed Drabble: bang, curtain, cooking
200 Characters in 200 Days: Fabian Prewett
School of Prompts: Molly Weasley
Valentine-Making Station: Caligraphy - Write about a note.
If You Dare Challenge: 677. Smirk
Chocolate Frog Cards Challenge: Fabian Wealsey - Write about Fabian's relationship with Molly.
Words: 338
The Note
Molly was sat in the library, leaning over her Charms homework when a loud bang startled her from her work. She looked up at the noise and was less than surprised to see Fabian, her older brother, leaning over her desk with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and looked down to her essay.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Oh, come on, Molls! Is that any way to treat your brother?" he asked, smiling all the while.
"Yes," Molly replied, tonelessly.
Fabian ignored his sister's ignorance and slid into the chair beside her. Seeing that he'd moved closer, Molly looked up at her textbook, to a little slip of paper she'd slid between the pages, and attempted to push it further in, to better hide it, surreptitiously.
"What's this then?" Fabian asked, grabbing the paper before Molly could do anything to stop him. He began to open the note, his back turned to her. "Are you trying to pull the wool over my eyes? draw the curtains? keep me in the dark?"
"Fabian, give it back!" she snapped, anger brewing in her eyes.
"Arthur Weasley, eh? He's in my year," her brother commented. "'work together on that article about muggle cooking'? That's the worst euphemism I've ever heard!"
"It's not a bloody euphemism!" the fifteen year old girl shouted as she snatched the note back off her brother.
"if it was just a note about homework, Molls, you wouldn't have tried to hide it," Fabian observed.
"Well, it's none of your business," she told him, turning away from him and back to her work.
"Fine, whatever. For the record, though, he's a decent bloke. You could do worse," Fabian told her. "Anyway, just wanted to let you know to avoid the second floor this evening."
Molly narrowed her eyebrows for a second before shaking her head. "I'm not even going to ask; I don't want to know what you're up to this time."
Fabian began to walk away, leaving the echo of his laughter at Molly's side.