of heartbreakers, dreamers, and schemers
a collection of drabbles for the 200 Flavourful Prompts challenge at the NextGen Fanatics
Drabble 21: Fred & Roxanne
It all starts with a bottle of soap.
Rather than using magic to do the dishes, George and Angelina decide to let their children wash the dishes together, because it's less dangerous (well, sort of) and they need to learn unity. Fred and Roxanne are not quite as thrilled about their parents' ideas.
But they do it anyway, because their mother pulls the guilt card on them (you children never help around the house!). So they end up by the sink, staring at the two bottles of soap- one that smells like roses, and the other, which looks as if it would smell like feet.
They exchange a look before they both lunge for the rose-smelling soap.
Of course, being a strong, capable boy, Fred gets there first, causing Roxanne to pout. "Freddie! I wanted that soap."
"Well, I don't want the foot soap," Fred crosses his arms.
"Neither do I!" Roxanne sticks out her bottom lip.
"You're so melodramatic," Fred announces, flipping the bottle of soap around in his hands.
"I am not!" Roxanne protests.
"You are," Fred sings, smiling evilly as if he knows exactly what he is doing. "Honestly, Roxy. It's only a bottle of soap."
"Well," Roxanne smiles back in the same evil fashion, "if it's only a bottle of soap, like you say, then give it to me."
"No!" Fred holds up the bottle of soap and accidentally squeezes it, spraying suds all over the two of them.
Roxanne lunges then, tickling her older brother mercilessly as he holds the bottle just above her reach (since he was nearly six inches taller than her). Her cinnamon waves flow around her as she jumps. "Fred! You're spraying suds all over me!"
"You're tickling me," he complains through his hysteric laughter. "But if you think that's going to make me surrender, then you're wrong!"
"You're wasting the soap," she reminds him.
Ignoring her reasonable statement, he sniggers. "Look at the ickle Gryffindor prefect now! I should go get Mum's camera- photos of the soapy prefect would be gold. Perhaps a sickle a photo… no, five sickles a photo… I'd get rich…"
"Fred!" Roxanne complains, grabbing at the soap again.
Fred shrugs. "Fine! I'll give you two sickles of my profit for each photo. Satisfied now?"
"I won't bake you cookies anymore," Roxanne sticks out her tongue at him.
"I'll tell Mum who really broke the Viennese vase!" Fred retorts, crossing his arms.
"Truce?" Roxanne decides.
"Truce."
Then she lunges for the soap again, and he tickles her this time to get her away. Neither of them expected the truce to last- because really, they're Roxanne and Fred and they're such stubborn Gryffindors, aren't they?
(They sort of get in trouble when their mum returns to find her kitchen in total chaos.)
A/N: Sorry for the length- got a bit carried away.