Hello my friends. I'm so sorry, I've missed you all. School and work are time consuming. I'm also getting married in May, so exciting and stressful.
This idea is from sparrowflyaway. Turn their lounge room into a Fairytale meadow, complete with trees, grass, toadstools for tables and chairs and magic rings of toadstools (which could do practically anything to the unfortunate who steps inside)
I own Vivi, Aqua, and Rosie. Please enjoy.
"Tiptoe through the tulips," Vernon softly sang to himself as he pulled into his driveway. "Hm, Vivi's been pretty quiet lately." He opened his car door and strolled up to the front door, making sure to not step on the purple mushrooms that still inhabited his lawn. "Maybe she's given up!"
The second he opened his front door, he was greeted by a mudball to his face. Spoke too soon.
"Gah!" He screamed. He groped the wall in a vain attempt to guide himself to the kitchen to wash his face.
"Vernon!" A voice cried from the living room.
The older man groaned. He knew that voice anywhere, the bane of his existence. Wiping the mud off his face, he came face to face with a smirking Vivi.
"Thought I was losing my touch, didn't you?" She asked in amusement.
Peering over the bluenette's shoulder, Vernon saw his living room had been completely transformed into a forest.
Trees were sprouting out of the corners and the walls, families of birds and squirrels nestled in the branches. Instead of carpet, green grass sprouted out of the floor. Instead of chairs, couches and tables, toadstools of every shape and size were in their places. A small ring of toadstools sat in the middle of the small room.
"What did you do?" He sputtered. He wondered how he could still be in shock whenever Vivi did something weird.
"A little feng shui," Vivi replied nonchalantly. "Gives the house a nice touch, I think." She settled onto a toadstool and put her feet up on another. "Nice outdoors feeling."
"Change it back!" The man demanded. He swiped his hand on his face to get the still dripping mud off.
"Vernon, why are you yelling?" Petunia asked curiously as she poked her nose around the corner. Her eyes shot open at the sight of the room. "My living room!"
"Woah," Dudley breathed as he waddled into the room. "What happened?"
"Two guesses who," Vernon muttered. He glared at the bluenette who pretended to be busy picking up loose leaves. Growling, he approached a toadstool and yanked.
He was caught off guard when he lost his grip and flew to the grass. "Gah!"
"Dad, even I know that's a bad idea," Dudley remarked. He made a face at a toadstool.
"Dudley!"
Harry popped into the room, startling Vernon half to death.
"Potter!" Vernon groaned. Could this day get any worse?
"Vivi…" Harry began as he took in the room around him. "This is… different." He finished awkwardly.
Shoving his nephew out of the way, Vernon marched towards a tree and pulled a branch. He yelped when he was grabbed from behind and pulled to the floor.
"Dad!" Dudley screeched in horror. His hands were slapped to the sides of his face the Scream style. He crossed into the ring of toadstools and was zapped back by a flash of lighting. "Ow!"
The older man turned around in confusion to see a toadstool had moved and was pulling at his foot. A bluebird swooped down to give him a peck on the head. "Go away!"
A squirrel scurried down to sniff at Vernon's face. It chattered at him and bustled back up the tree. It dropped an acorn directly on his graying head.
"Let go!" He barked, kicking his foot. "Dudley!"
"Sorry Vernon, you're on your own," Petunia said as she started to usher her son out. She shrieked when she and Dudley bounced off a small wall of toadstools that had magically appeared. "Or maybe not."
"Oh, let's set up a campfire!" Vivi declared gleefully. She produced her wand from her back pocket.
Vernon watched in confusion as Vivi whipped up a campfire along with marshmallows to roast. She happily popped the marshmallow onto the end of a poker and stuck it in the flames.
"Anyone for a campfire story?" She offered.
"Oh, sure," Harry agreed, popping his own marshmallow into the flames.
"What's happening?" Vernon mumbled to himself. Dusting himself off, he harumphed and announced, "Well, have fun with your magic story time, this is stupid."
He hesitantly walked over toadstools and went up the stairs. "That girl, I swear."
The old man opened his door. What he saw caused his blood pressure to skyrocket.
Toadstools, toadstools everywhere. His bed had been replaced by a small pond complete with koi fish and algae.
Now completely losing it, Vernon tore around the room attempting, and failing, to rid his room of the forest. His hands quickly became grass stained and his fingernails got caked in mud.
On the windowsill sat a swan sitting on a nest. It hissed at Vernon and curled its neck to go to sleep.
Startled, Vernon took a step back and landed in the pond with a splash. His teeth clicked together instantly.
"V-V-Vivi!" Vernon shouted. "Potter! And friends!"
A/N: If you have any ideas, feel free to share.
