Far too similar
Ouataholic wanted a oneshot of Emma and Neal bonding in the future when Neal is 10.
Emma knocked on the bedroom door.
"Go away! You've already taken everything fun away!" Came the huffy reply of her ten year old brother.
"It's me kid." Emma called back. "Can I come in?" There was silence for nearly a minute before the quiet little reply.
"Fine." He sighed.
Emma came into her little brother's room and saw him sitting on his bed with his knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around them. She went over and sat at the end of the bed.
"So," She began. "Mom called me. She told me you got into trouble at school again for using magic." Neal just shrugged at her. "Kid, that's not going to help. Why don't you try talking to me instead?"
"You'll just moan at me too." He grumbled.
"What if I promise not to grumble?" Emma bargained. "Will you talk to me then?" Neal's eyes moved up to meet hers.
"Promise?" He asked in a small voice. Emma nodded, marking a cross over where her heart would be. Neal mumbled something into his knees that Emma couldn't make out.
"Sorry bud, I didn't hear that, you'll need to go again." She told him. Neal sighed, looking at his knees.
"I made Mrs Green levitate to the ceiling and then couldn't get her down for ten minutes…and she had a rough landing." Emma couldn't help but let out a massive barking laugh, much to Neal's surprise.
"Emma Ruth it is no laughing matter! Don't think I won't come up there and punish you too!" Snow called from downstairs. Neal grinned at her.
"I didn't know she middle named you too when she was mad with you." He said quietly.
"Yeah," Emma grimaced. "I might not live here anymore but that doesn't stop her being scary when she's mad…don't ever tell her I said that though. She'll use it against me." Emma told her brother. He giggled slightly, but nodded.
"I promise." He told her. Emma smiled, and ruffled his hair.
"That's my little bro…she's kinda right though. Don't get me wrong, I found it hilarious, but maybe something to avoid doing in the future? If you get mad and need to release some magic, I find it much easier to cause a thundercloud. Clichéd maybe, but very effective…and you could always made the lightning strike your teacher's car if she's annoying you." Emma said with a wink. She got up from the bed. "When mom asks what I told you, tell her I gave you a good telling off about why you shouldn't use magic unless needed…"
"Or maybe," A voice came from the door. "Make sure mom isn't standing outside to make sure you're not giving your little brother tips on how to use his magic to be naughty?" Emma stared wide eyed at their mother's fuming expression.
"Gotta go!" She said, before quickly bolting past her. Thank heavens she didn't live there anymore!