until we touch the sky
a/n: written for amber's weekly drabble competition. prompt: write your notp. this was literally the only way i could stand to write this.
It was Alecto's second birthday, and so far she'd spent it refusing to wear clothes, smushing cake in her brother's face, and other things Amycus would absolutely never be allowed to do. He didn't really think that was fair, but after all, Amycus was a whole four years old. Of course he would be expected to set an example.
Of course, Amycus didn't really want to set an example. He hadn't even asked for a little sister in the first place, let alone the job of teaching her not to put her elbows on the table. No, if Amycus was going to teach his sister anything at all, it was going to be things she would actually want to know.
For a few moments he watched Alecto tearing apart some of the wrapping paper left over from her presents, the vibrant colors a sharp contrast from the soft peach of her skin. Then, ensuring their parents weren't listening, he whisper-shouted, "Alecto!"
The toddler just shoved a piece of wrapping paper in her mouth, but at least she shifted to face her brother.
"Come here," he told her.
With her little hand in his own (though Alecto, like pretty much any two-year-old, tried to yank it away), Amycus immediately thought of something he'd wanted to show his sister.
A couple of years ago, Amycus had been given a toy broom by a father determined to see his son captain the Slytherin Quidditch team one day. It had since become his favorite toy, to the point that he sometimes had to be pulled off it to eat dinner. And if Amycus had to have a little sister, he wasn't about to sit around and play with dolls. Instead, he'd teach her to fly. And now that she was the same age he was when he got it, their parents couldn't complain that Alecto was too little for it.
The toy broom was lying in the grass near the door, right where Amycus had left it the previous day. Obviously, it was much smaller than a real broom as it was intended for use by small children, but he could just situate himself and Alecto on it without anyone tumbling into the grass.
"You want to take a ride, Alecto?" Amycus asked.
"Yeah!" Alecto beamed.
Taking his cue, Amycus slid his feet off the ground, one hand on his sister as the broom rose two feet in the air.
That was how their parents found them, zipping in circles through the yard, Alecto's mouth and dress smudged with chocolate from her cake earlier in the day. When Amycus finally came to a stop, his knees hitting the grass as he dismounted, Alecto gleefully shouted, "Again!"
"Not now, Alecto," Seeing her frown, Amycus did the same. "We have to eat dinner."
"Again!" Alecto insisted.
That Amycus could agree to. "Soon," he said, which seemed to placate her a little. "Really, Alecto, do you know how long I've wanted to do that?"
She raised a little eyebrow at him.
"A long time. Since you were a baby."
Laughing, the two siblings followed their parents inside. Amycus was glad his little experiment had been a success.
Maybe having a sister wouldn't be so bad after all.
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