Paint Me The Sun
"Sunshine, daisies, butter, mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!" /i
He laughed at the stupidity of it all. If that was a real spell, he would have gone straight to the Ministry of Magic and sued them all.
The thing was, he wasn't even a wizard to begin with.
So why was he watching Harry Potter?
He would have said it was for his sheer amusement and filling of his stupidity bank, with the way Ron was waving his hand in a pattern that wouldn't even send sparks out of his wand. He did admit, though, that Harry Potter was no cheap flick. It had more sense than it seemed.
But it wasn't the answer to his question.
He was, in fact, watching Harry Potter for a cause, no matter how deranged the reason was. He… was forced by a certain sempai – he swore he did everything to prevent this occasion, but his efforts were all in vain – who, he figured, had this natural charm that made him hard to resist. He, of course, would have preferred to shun the said sempai away… But, the thing was, could he?
Much to his dismay, he couldn't.
Which led him to the intolerable suffering he was going through right now as he watched Harry Potter. He risked a glance at his sempai whose eyes were fixated on the screen.
He let a soft chuckle escape his lips.
The thing was, even if the spell was stupid, it would work for him. He needs to lighten up, people say.
But, he thought, wouldn't it be too bad if he had an overdose of the spell?
"Sempai, let's have a match."
"Mou… Ochibi nya Harry's so much fun! Oooh! Look! No, Harry! Duck! Oh, no! Not there! Harry…"
He thrived in sunshine, he supposed, that was why he stayed. He needed sunshine, he supposed, that was why he was there.
"Kikumaru-sempai?"
"Nyah?"
"I… Iie. Nandemonaisu yo."
Kikumaru frowned. "Meanie… Disturbing me… Oh, no! Don't let Voldy get you!"
So what was the need for that spell when he had his sunshine?
351 words + 9 September 2005 + 9:10a