Disclaimer: I own peanuts.
Edward twitched, flicking his ears irritably at the fly that had decided to use him as a landing point. Returning to his book, the fly settled once again on his ear, only to be caught neatly by a swiping paw, which ruthlessly squashed the poor bug into the grain of the table. Edward wiped his hand fastidiously on his trouser, resisting the urge to lick his hand clean.
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Ed leant over Hermione's shoulder, peering interestedly at the paragraph she had pointed out to him. He read it quickly, making a noncommittal humming sound, and gestured for her to turn the page. She did so, ignoring the large picture of Godric Gryffindor, and waiting for Ed to finish reading.
After some time had passed, Hermione grew impatient with how slow Ed was being, and she shot a glare over her shoulder at him, only to stop in surprise at the expression on his face. He was staring at the picture with something akin to horrified fascination. He swallowed nervously, licking his lips, and asked in a quavering voice,
"What the hell is a picture of my father doing in your textbook?"
Author's Notes: The CatChimaera!Edward bug caught and bit me, I'm afraid. And the second one is obvisouly more of a HPFMA crossover. With Van Hoenheim as Godric Gryffindor.
Don't ask. My brain works in many mysterious ways, some of them even incomprehensible to myself.