Alright, so I don't know if the ORIGINAL CHAPTER 5 will be up today, so I'll just type up something random. :) So, yes, that last chapter was just for kicks, ok? XD I needed a reason for this story to be rated T because I knew I'd put something stupid in here. LOL
BTW: PLEASE READ THIS PART: If my laptop gets fixed today, you guys should have TWO CHAPTERS UP. ;p so look out for that. XD Goodness knows that I'm no good at remembering how many chapters are in which story, so this is just a reminder if you have the same trouble with keeping up as I do. XD
Fine, whatever; this one's a bit…different. BUT IN A GOOD WAY.
It's just a bit of drabbling with baby Lupin and baby Longbottom. LOL Yeah, I needed a babysitting chapter. XD And, NO, this is most definitely NOT underage stuff. XD If my adding is correct, which would be AMAZING (lol), then Teddy is 23 years old, Victiore is 21 years old, and Frank is only six years below. :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANY OF THIS. Well, except Frank…and Amber…and the plot…ok, I own SOME OF IT. XD But you have to give basically all the credit to Rowling. :3
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[Teddy=23, Victiore=21, Frankie=15, Amber=10 months :3]
Frank was staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought as always. He loved sitting on the navy blue couch with the red seat-cushions. In all honesty, he thought he'd hate it at first. The colors didn't match very well; it completely dragged your attention away from a thought and compelled you to it. It just begged to be different. However, the more he thought about it, the more he learned to love the couch. It fit their family rather fine. That was just one of the two reasons he liked it, though. The other was obvious; it was an amazing amount of comfy.
His attention turned from the ceiling toward the couch. He stroked the bright red cushion he sat upon and looked at the navy that let his back relax. A small, barely detectable smile edged atop his face as he looked back down at the red seat. Neville walked to the couch and sat right by his son, settling a small plant on the coffee table. It was a bright abelia, keeping the fifteen year old's attention in the slightest way before returning it to the couch. Neville cocked his head to the side and gave his son a baffled look.
"Are you thinking while looking down?" he queried, clearly dumbfounded.
"Somewhat," Frank shrugged and turned his attention toward the flower again, this time focusing on it. "That's a pretty abelia."
"Thanks," Neville replied, a grin gracing his face. "I was going to give it to your mom later."
"Sweet," his son commented. "She'll love it."
"I hope so," the oldest one sniggered.
Frank blinked and then returned his attention to the ceiling. Neville thought it'd be awhile until he'd snap out of it, so he just looked up along with him. He didn't think much about anything except his class, so he was happy when Frank looked back at him.
"Dad," he began his question, "if you and Mom had a girl, what would you name here?"
"Well, I'd suppose we'd give her Audraena as the first name," Neville stated, "because that was your Mom's mom's name. Then, Alice would be the middle name. It'd be something of a backwards version of your name."
"I get it," Frank smiled and nodded.
"Good, but," he stood up and stretched before walking out into the front yard, "I'm going to go see if I can help out the Lupins."
"With what," his son inquired curiously.
"They need a babysitter tonight."
"I could do it," he beamed, hopping off of the couch, which, he had learned a million times before, was a horrible idea.
Of course, this time wasn't any different from the others. He hated being clumsy, because it always resulted in just about killing himself. He slipped on the wood floor and fell back. Luckily, he landed back on the couch this time. He sighed heavily and stood back up, cautiously this time. He took big steps into the kitchen before settling himself at the kitchen table. He regained his calm composure and looked up at Neville, who was pouting at him.
"You'd think you'd learn not to do that after so many years," he confirmed his thoughts.
"Sorry," Frank replied, "I got excited. Anyways, I'll do it if you need me to. Babysitting, I mean."
"Are you sure?" Neville inquired, completely shocked. "You won't get nervous or too shy or anything?"
"I can handle it," Frank stated calmly. "I'm good with kids."
"You're sure you could do it?"
"Yes sir," he replied, getting a bit irritated. However, he inherited Luna's calm nature, so his annoyance didn't show.
His father pondered over this for a good while. Honestly though, Frank couldn't even get excited without getting hurt! Having socks on would only make matters worse for him, though. Neville grazed his hand through his hair and ended up scratching the back of his head. He looked down at his son, seeing him as calm as ever, yet a bit anxious. Was that even possible? Of course, Frank did get turned down from a lot of simple jobs like these because of his clumsiness…but no one ever tried to help him out. This gave Neville a quick idea.
"Ok, I'll make a quick, little deal with you," he stated. "If you get someone to help you out, I'll tell Teddy and Victiore that you can do it."
"Really?" he smiled, still in his calm nature.
"Yeah," Neville nodded, "so call someone to help out."
Frank's grin only got wider as he reached for the phone between Neville's plants. He quickly dialed the Potter family's number and held the phone up to his ear. He decided on whichever child answered the phone would be the one he'd ask to help out. Albus, the middle child, answered.
"Hullo?" he answered happily.
"Hey, Albus," Frank replied in a very laid-back way.
"Hi, what do you need?" Neville heard the Potter query on the other end.
"Do you want to babysit your cousin's kid with me tonight?" he asked.
"Sure,"
They gave each other information and everything before it was a done deal. They hung up after about three minutes, agreeing to meet each other there. Neville was no longer concerned. He was still just a tiny bit nervous, though.
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"You both know the emergency number, right?" Victiore asked for thirtieth time before leaving.
"555-2424," they recited in unison.
She smiled with approval before turning to her husband, waving them off and sending her love to her child just as she closed the door. When the boys saw them leave from the window, Frank let out a sigh of relief.
Albus, on the other hand, was quick to scoff, "She'll tell her kid she loves her, but not her own cousin."
"Calm down," Frank said, "she loves you, too."
"Rather hear it from her, but I suppose you're right." he shrugged. "Now, what do we do with Amber?"
The boys looked at the sleeping baby, noticing her facial features. She had the trademark red, Weasley hair, but had Teddy's eyes and skin tone. She was a very pretty baby. Her constant-crinkling nose made Frank smile softly. Honestly, he had wanted a baby sister since he was about six or seven, but he didn't want to bother his parents with wasting even more money.
He thought they already did that with him, which, like Neville used to think about himself, made him feel like nothing. He rethought all of this a year or two ago, though. Lily helped him out mostly. She basically punched his shoulder every time he said something bad about himself. Obviously, the boy had a vivid way of thinking, so he subconsciously grabbed his shoulder blade.
"Thank goodness she ended up with red hair instead of blue," Albus joked.
"Well, you know, Tonks was able to change hair color; why shouldn't she be able to?" he joked back.
"Good one," he sniggered in return.
Amber randomly began to cry, which sounding like a shrilling monkey. It scared the heck out of the boys, causing their eyes to bug out as they covered their ears. Albus picked up his first cousin, once removed and barely had to smell to figure it out.
"Oh, Merlin!" he winced.
"What," Frank inquired.
"Can you not smell that?" he asked, shoving Amber's behind into Frank's face.
"I haven't been able to smell very well since my third year when we had our potions test…then it blew up in my face."
"Oh, right," Albus recalled as he charged up the stairs with the baby. "You stay here; it'd be gross if you looked at her."
"Are you sure?" Frank inquired, feeling like a burden.
"If you look at one bit of her down there, I'll give you a knuckle sandwich," Albus put it "lightly" for him.
"Ok," Frank replied, a blush spreading across his face.
After about ten minutes, Albus came back down with Amber in his arms. However, once he made it to third step from the top, he tripped, letting the baby fly in the air. The Longbottom just about screamed before pulling out his wand and casting a spell. Amber gently moved into his arms with wide eyes placed on her. The Potter looked at him in utter shock.
"Oh man," Frank whispered, a small smile spreading on his face.
"What's so funny?" the other boy exhaled in relief.
"I honestly thought the one that would come even close to dropping her would be me."
They both glanced at each other for about five seconds before laughing. They stopped short when Amber had finally fallen asleep. They placed her in her baby-carrier and rocked her back and forth gently the entire time. She stayed asleep until Teddy and Victiore arrived with grins across their faces, seeing their child asleep. The former Weasley girl took her child and went upstairs, rubbing her back lightly. Teddy stayed behind to pay the boys, but Frank gently denied his turn at getting paid, making Albus want to deny as well.
They were best friends, so they stuck with the same answer through-and-through. Teddy kept asking if they were sure, to which they kept replying with "yes sir" all around. He thanked them very much, allowing them to say they'd help anytime they could. Seriously though, Frank just wanted to have a baby in his arms again. He loved the way they felt so soft and calm and peaceful; it was like having a mini-him in his own arms.
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Frank came home a little later to Luna sitting on the couch. She was reading the Quibbler with her new flower sitting right in front of her. He could tell she absolutely loved it. She gave it a bow and everything! As he approached the kitchen, he very carefully worked his way around the chairs, lightly stepping on one tile at a time. Luna watched him work his way through the kitchen and finally reach the living room. She smiled proudly and patted the spot next to her. He smiled back and sat down, enjoying a bit of relief.
"How was it?" his mother inquired, setting her magazine aside.
"Fun," he replied in all honesty. "I would've stayed longer."
"Really?" she asked, a bit surprised.
"Yeah," Frank replied with a small smile, "babies are sweet. I like them."
"Aw," Luna gushed, trapping him in a hug.
He sniggered before asking, "Where's Dad?"
"Watering his plants at the school," she affirmed. "He thought you would take a little longer."
"Huh," Frank said simply.
Then, he looked up at the ceiling, becoming engrossed in his thoughts. Luna sniggered and ruffled his hair, thinking the Wrackspurts had caught him again. The only thing Frank ever thought about when they mentioned the school and Neville working as the professor was the fact that he lived with his parents and at Hogwarts at the same time. Obviously, he wasn't the only one who did it, but he liked to think about how he would take living in just one of them. This, of course, never really led to any tests, but he had a feeling about trying it one day.
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Alright! First 9maybe last) chapter for today! 8D You may wanna pray and hope that Best Buy fixes my laptop, because it's got ALLLLLL my files saved on it! Lol, so, uh, let's hope THAT goes well. XD
REMEMBER. There may be ANOTHER chapter today. ;p
Oh, and, uhm, congrats to anyone who recognized what the number "555-2424" was from X3
If you DIDN'T know, it was from an episode of Full House. XD
Alright, bye guys! :3