Speed Drabble: "Well, this is just great" "trapped" "queasy" "dead" "jump" and Harry/Charlie.
Flour
"Well, this is just great."
I laughed at the sight in front of me. Charlie was covered in what looked like half a bag of flour with the only real colour seen on him being his ginger hair.
My laughter caused Charlie to jump, and turn around quickly.
"I really do prefer the dragons to this. Even the queasy ones are easier to handle than this flour…"
I didn't really believe him, but I nodded anyway, my smile still on my face.
"Only you would prefer to work with animals over food, while the former is the one that when angry could end with you dead."
This was Charlie I was talking about though. He worked with dragons almost every day, and not food.
I could almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
"You did offer to help your mother. No one forced you into that."
"Yes, I did, but that was before I realized that I would be trapped with the flour."
Charlie's expression bordered on horror, and was hilarious. I could only barely prevent myself from laughing again.
"Fine. I'll help you, hopefully we can get this done quickly so the poor flour can't haunt you any longer."
"Poor flour? That thing's malicious!"
"That 'thing' is not alive, and might I remind you that you eat that 'thing'?"
"It still hates me."
I smiled as I shook my head, flicking some flour Charlie's way, to his absolute horror.