AN: Just some pure silliness, I couldn't help myself.
"Ow-a!" Bill screamed as he fell bum first, stark naked, into the stinging nettles. "Kay! Ow!"
"Oh." She bent down and helped the nine year old boy to his feet again. "That can't be good."
"No, it really hurts and burns and – ah, make it go away!" He whimpered and she knelt down to embrace him.
"I'll see what I can do. Charlie, get my wand," she said to the other boy, who ran over to where they had deposited their clothes before the swim. "Why did you go over here anyway?"
"I thought I saw something over there and was gonna check it out," Bill said, his eyes slightly teary, and pointed into the forest.
"Here." Charlie handed over her wand and she made Bill turn around before she pointed the stick to his pink and blistered behind, whispering a spell.
"Better?" she asked and Bill nodded.
"Can we swim more now?" Charlie asked eagerly.
"Tiger, we've barely dried," she pointed out.
"It's just that, I wanna be wet!" Charlie said and jumped up.
"Well, let's go, then," she said and stood up, beginning to walk back to the water. "Bill, it's not nice to fart," she said and ruffled the boy's hair.
"Sorry, didn't mean to," he said as another raspberry was heard from his behind.
"Are you feeling well?" She gave him a critical look, but he just shrugged.
"Bill!" Charlie said and began laughing. "Look!" He pointed to behind his brother as the older broke wind yet again. Kevin too turned to see a small butterfly make it's way up in the hot air.
"What?" Bill turned around confused as another insect appeared behind him.
"Bill, you're farting butterflies," Charlie said as he doubled over.
"No!" Bill whipped around again as another one came. "No!"
"Keep calm," Kevin said and squatted down. "Stand still." She grabbed Bill's shoulders and made him stand with his back to her. "Yep, farting flutterbies," she confirmed with a laughter.
"Make it stop!" Bill wailed and tugged out of her grip. "It isn't funny!"
"No, it isn't," Kevin said, giggling. "Guess I did something wrong with the spell." She cracked full up and Charlie was clutching his stomach where he was laying on the ground, roaring.
"It's not funny!" Bill cried. "Go away, go away!" He began waving his hands to ward off the insects, taking several steps backwards and soon began running, more and more butterflies emerging from between his buttocks. "Kevin!" He was going in circles, but was too frustrated to care. "Do something!"
"Come here, then," she said, sobering up, but Charlie kept laughing so hard tears formed in his eyes. Bill stopped where he was and stared at her for a moment, then walked slowly towards her.
"Promise to make it stop," he said.
"Promise," she answered. "Turn around now." He did as he was told and stuck out his tongue to Charlie, who now had managed to sit up. Kevin muttered another spell and Bill anxiously crossed his fingers.
"I think they stopped now," Bill said relieved, but still shaken.
"No more flutterbies," Kevin stated.
"It's butterflies," Charlie argued.
"Flutterby!"
"Butterfly!"
"Flutterby!"
"Butterfly!"
"Flutterby, 'couse that actually makes sense!" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"How?" Charlie asked, just what she wanted.
"Because they just flutter by." She made soft flying-motions with her hands.
"But they fly, so it's butterfly," Charlie said, crossing his own arms.
"And what about the butter?"
"Dunno, they like toast?" he tried and shrugged.
"Well, we can be sure this is a butt-erfly," she said at last as one of them landed on her hand.
"They're gross," Bill said and she held it closer to him. "Stop it."
"Billy-boy scared of the flutterbies?" Charlie said and captured one in his hands, throwing towards his brother.
"Stop it!" Bill said and waved it frantically away.
"Okay, we'll be nice," Kevin said and snickered, but Bill was scarred for life.
AN: Childish humour, I know, but Bill and Charlie is just kids here and as I've already said, I couldn't help myself!
The review-count here is starting to bug me, not even one review per ten chapters... Come on, just one little? Wouldn't kill you.
