Yes
this works across a wide age range from pre-teen to young woman. I couldn't choose, so you can pick for yourself!
"You lied!"
Sofia's roar of indignation came from the bottom of the steps up to his tower door. Cedric didn't bother to look up, engrossed in his book, as Sofia threw open the door seconds later. He could practically hear her seething as he turned a page.
"You lied!" She denounced him again from the doorway.
"Yes," he said lazily in response. He could play out the expressions on Sofia's face in his head without looking at her. She would straighten her posture, square her shoulders incredulously and arch an eyebrow in his direction. He counted to three, giving her actions their time to play out before continuing. "I often lie, Princess," he drawled.
"Not to me."
She sounded more stern than usual. She marched across the room, approaching him. Cedric noted that she didn't seem to be wearing shoes, her feet whispering across the floor instead of making their usual rhythmic clicking.
"Weeeell…" he said considering, still staring at the page. She plucked the book from his hands and dropped it unceremoniously onto his work bench. Cedric sat up, his eyes following the book. "I was reading that!"
"Would you just look at me you…you…" she stomped her foot, frustrated with her charming lack of insulting vocabulary, "you liar!"
Cedric listened, turning his head to look at Sofia.
She was clad from the waist down in nothing but little white pantaloons that ended at her mid-thigh, the summer heat and lackadaisical "family day" excusing her from any other undergarments like stockings, or, apparently, shoes. The top of her gown remained intact, but the skirt had completely vanished.
Confusion, concern, and then something akin to amusement alighted in his eyes as he began to laugh. He tried to school his face to neutrality. He failed.
The corners of Sofia's lips tried to curl upward as she hit him across the shoulder.
"It's not funny!"
"Oh I assure you, it is. What happened?" He asked between bouts of laughter. It was the way she stood there before him that had him chuckling. She wasn't embarrassed or self conscious about her appearance. She could care less about that, it seemed. The obvious concern to most people didn't phase her in the slightest. Instead, she was completely focused on him and his "good word," apathetic to her scandalous lack of skirt.
"James was showboating down by the moat and water splashed my skirt and dried on the silk. I used your spell to vanish the stain but instead my entire skirt - stop laughing!" She hit his shoulder twice more.
Cedric tried to evade her second series of hits but her aim was true. He then tried to swallow down his laughter to speak, only barely succeeding. "You're telling me you marched across the entire grounds in nothing but that to come up here and call me a liar before getting yourself another skirt?"
"Yes! Because you're terrible, terrible person to lie to me and-and you needed to know that immediately!" The words had no bite to them. Her temper had nearly vanished as Cedric pointed out the scandal of the image she must have made across the grounds.
"I didn't lie!"
"You did." Sofia's face gained some serious composure as she stared down at him.
"You asked me a spell to vanish a stain."
"...yes," she begrudgingly admitted.
"Well, I told you a spell that would vanish the stain. And the rest of the fabric, too."
"That's the same thing!"
"Don't blame me for not paying attention to spell root word lectures, Princess. Besides, I couldn't have anticipated you using in this particular...application." Cedric's face was smug and he knew it. Sofia glared down at him in the chair, worrying her lip as she seemed to consider her options.
"Fine," she resolved. "Maybe you aren't a liar."
"Oh, I am most certainly a liar."
She gave him that indignant look he had imagined earlier while still staring at his book.
"I am." There was a playful glimmer in his eyes. "Just not about this."
She tried to bite back her smile and failed. Cedric stood and offered her his arm, chuckling at the image they must have made as he escorted her across the tower.
"Come on then. Let's see if I can't loan you a robe for you to walk back to your rooms."
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A/N - fluff!
To those who have asked here and there, yes, my drabbles do sometimes evolve into stories (see: Freed From Lace). I'm trying not to get too wound up in another big chapter story before Riches is done. But "Favorite" got my brain going. Nothing's on paper. Yet. But I think I'm going to experiment with writing almost all of it first and then regularly post. Stay tuned!