Three shorter ones, with my choice of characters, and one-word prompts from Sara.
III
(Asparagus – Bill and Fleur)
"You 'ave never tasted asparagus?" Fleur sounded so astonished it was as if she had just found out that he had never eaten bread or potatoes.
"No," he repeated patiently. "There were seven of us, Fleur. It's expensive."
"But not since you left 'ome?"
He shook his head. "Sorry," he said. "Is it that big a deal? I mean, you can overlook the getting you involved in a war, and the bitten by a werewolf thing, but our relationship is going to founder over my lack of experience of a vegetable?"
Fleur glared at him. "Do not laugh at me, Bill," she ordered. "This is something that must be put right as soon as possible. I am going shopping."
With that she was gone, her bright hair whipping out behind her. Bill heard the front door bang behind her.
He hoped to Godric he liked asparagus once he had tasted it.
He had a dreadful feeling that his marriage might depend upon it.
IV
(Misfire - Colin Creevey)
"is it like a gun?" Dennis gazes with awe at the wand lying in its box in the middle of Colin's bed.
Colin is too excited to keep still, bouncing from his bed to the chair to the windowsill, picking up spellbooks and robes and potion bottles. He is a wizard! Today he went shopping in the most magical street in the world, and next week - only seven more days - he will be going to a magical school. He laughs out loud at his brother's question.
"Of course it isn't like a gun, you idiot! It's a wand. For doing magic, not for killing people."
He lunges over to the bed and picks it up, giving it an extravagant flourish in his brother's general direction. There is an enormous bang, a shower of red and gold sparks, and Dennis yelps and jumps backwards.
"Are you sure?" he asks doubtfully.
V
(Deluded – Fabian Prewett and Dorcas Meadowes)
"You're mad, Fabian Prewett!" Dorcas told him, but she was laughing as she said it.
He adopted an air of wounded innocence. "Mad? Me? I'm as sane as they come, love. No idea what you're talking about. None at all."
"Idiot boy!" She punched him lightly on the arm and shoved past him to plump herself down on the old settee. "Merlin, I'm tired. I'm too old for all this war nonsense."
Fabian sits down beside her and draws her close, kissing her forehead.
"You're not old. You're my girl, my beautiful girl. I told you."
"And I told you you were mad, Fabe. I'm nearly five years older than you. Old and worn out and tired."
He shook his head and kissed her gently on the lips. "If I'm deluded, I like it that way," he murmured. "Don't spoil my illusions, beautiful girl."