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tamingthemuseTitle: Blue Cat Cafe
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: Pygmy
Warnings: contains femmeslash/ is unbetaed.
Rating: safe for everyone, except that femmeslash thing (and the fact that I’m writing this as I’m half-conscious... :P)
Summary: It’s not a comedy, it’s not angst, it’s a conversation between Ginny and Ron, set post-war. Hopefully it turned out natural enough :)
“My girlfriend’s gone mad,” states Ginny Weasley plopping down on her chair opposite her brother.
He was waiting for her at the Blue Cat Cafe, not because he liked the poncy place but because it was his sister’s turn to chose the place of their weekly lunch date. They keep on meeting like that, in different London pubs since the rest of the family scattered around the world after... well, after.
Ron gives her a pointed look and his blue eyes sparkle when he replies.
“And my sister isn’t too quick on the uptake if she’s only realized now that Luna Lovegood is on the far end of ‘clinically insane’,” he snickers.
“Hey, that’s my girl you’re talking about, brother,” she makes an appaled face. “I’m the only one who can point out her craziness! I don’t go around calling Hermione a smartass, do I?”
“That’s because I’m the only one who can make comments about Hermione’s scary, information consuming brain.”
He took a sip of his drink that actually tastes like vodka. He’s never had to suffer from anything remotely as painful as his sister’s choice of bars, where you get served by pink-wearing, perky school kids working for their pocket money and where you could drink only colorful, nearly non-alcoholic drinks and strawberry beer (which is a crime in itself). Harry cackles every time he hears about the places Gin makes Ron go to.
“So what did she come up this time, huh?” Ron continues after the littlest Weasley orders her peach beer (without any comments from him on that abomination).
“Can you imagine, that the love of my life decided that she’s going to start a pygmy owl farm? In our bloody living room!” Gin gets worked up, as any sane Weasley would do.
“You’re kidding, right?” To her fury, Ron laughs at her. Big brothers suck.
“No, I’m not. Now stop giggling and help me find a way to make her let go of that idea, ‘cause it’s not going to happen.” Ginny, when she snaps like that looks like a really weird combination of dad’s tall, lanky form and mum’s fiery attitude, and it’s strangely comforting.
“Come on, Gin, you know perfectly well that all she really wants is for you two to buy a house and settle down instead of constant moving from a flat to a flat, from one part of the country to another.” Ron being reasonable is one of the things she was surprised to happen so often. Must be Hermione’s influence. Good.
“Yeah, but... Ron, a pygmy owl farm? I don’t think even Luna would be crazy enough to use that as a call for attention. And my job demands from me to be on the move.”
“Right, as if Luna wasn’t a journalist herself,” Ron says sarcastically. “She knows what’s it all about. It’s just that I don’t get what are you so hesitant about.”
“Look, Ron, I don’t want to change all my life like that. I’m not ready yet.”
“She obviously is, and it’s only a matter of time when she wants to have a baby. You’d better talk to her, Gin. Soon would be best. Look where my hesitation got me!” He smiles thinking of a day few months ago when suddenly his beautiful, smart girlfriend announced that she got bored of waiting for his decision towards 'the whole family issue', calmly said she's pregnant and commented on the dreadful November weather.
Ginny takes a sip of her unbeer-like beer and smiles a small, sad smile at her brother.
“Thanks, bro.”
Ron looks up from his – just emptied – vodka drink and asks, “For what?”
“Drinking. You’re always smarter when you’re a little drunk,” she actually winks and stucks her tongue at him. "I'll talk to her."
Ron smiles back, feeling happy he’s made his sister smile. Mission accomplished.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: Pygmy
Warnings: contains femmeslash/ is unbetaed.
Rating: safe for everyone, except that femmeslash thing (and the fact that I’m writing this as I’m half-conscious... :P)
Summary: It’s not a comedy, it’s not angst, it’s a conversation between Ginny and Ron, set post-war. Hopefully it turned out natural enough :)
“My girlfriend’s gone mad,” states Ginny Weasley plopping down on her chair opposite her brother.
He was waiting for her at the Blue Cat Cafe, not because he liked the poncy place but because it was his sister’s turn to chose the place of their weekly lunch date. They keep on meeting like that, in different London pubs since the rest of the family scattered around the world after... well, after.
Ron gives her a pointed look and his blue eyes sparkle when he replies.
“And my sister isn’t too quick on the uptake if she’s only realized now that Luna Lovegood is on the far end of ‘clinically insane’,” he snickers.
“Hey, that’s my girl you’re talking about, brother,” she makes an appaled face. “I’m the only one who can point out her craziness! I don’t go around calling Hermione a smartass, do I?”
“That’s because I’m the only one who can make comments about Hermione’s scary, information consuming brain.”
He took a sip of his drink that actually tastes like vodka. He’s never had to suffer from anything remotely as painful as his sister’s choice of bars, where you get served by pink-wearing, perky school kids working for their pocket money and where you could drink only colorful, nearly non-alcoholic drinks and strawberry beer (which is a crime in itself). Harry cackles every time he hears about the places Gin makes Ron go to.
“So what did she come up this time, huh?” Ron continues after the littlest Weasley orders her peach beer (without any comments from him on that abomination).
“Can you imagine, that the love of my life decided that she’s going to start a pygmy owl farm? In our bloody living room!” Gin gets worked up, as any sane Weasley would do.
“You’re kidding, right?” To her fury, Ron laughs at her. Big brothers suck.
“No, I’m not. Now stop giggling and help me find a way to make her let go of that idea, ‘cause it’s not going to happen.” Ginny, when she snaps like that looks like a really weird combination of dad’s tall, lanky form and mum’s fiery attitude, and it’s strangely comforting.
“Come on, Gin, you know perfectly well that all she really wants is for you two to buy a house and settle down instead of constant moving from a flat to a flat, from one part of the country to another.” Ron being reasonable is one of the things she was surprised to happen so often. Must be Hermione’s influence. Good.
“Yeah, but... Ron, a pygmy owl farm? I don’t think even Luna would be crazy enough to use that as a call for attention. And my job demands from me to be on the move.”
“Right, as if Luna wasn’t a journalist herself,” Ron says sarcastically. “She knows what’s it all about. It’s just that I don’t get what are you so hesitant about.”
“Look, Ron, I don’t want to change all my life like that. I’m not ready yet.”
“She obviously is, and it’s only a matter of time when she wants to have a baby. You’d better talk to her, Gin. Soon would be best. Look where my hesitation got me!” He smiles thinking of a day few months ago when suddenly his beautiful, smart girlfriend announced that she got bored of waiting for his decision towards 'the whole family issue', calmly said she's pregnant and commented on the dreadful November weather.
Ginny takes a sip of her unbeer-like beer and smiles a small, sad smile at her brother.
“Thanks, bro.”
Ron looks up from his – just emptied – vodka drink and asks, “For what?”
“Drinking. You’re always smarter when you’re a little drunk,” she actually winks and stucks her tongue at him. "I'll talk to her."
Ron smiles back, feeling happy he’s made his sister smile. Mission accomplished.
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Date: 2006-11-26 12:30 pm (UTC)Peach beer - shudder. I agree with Ron, it really is a crime against humanity.
Very nice brother/sister convo, it felt very real.
Eek, that means I've read two HP fics this round! Feels faint and runs back to my Spandery goodness.
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Date: 2006-11-26 12:52 pm (UTC)Thanks! *grins* Yay, I made somebody read a HP story when they really weren't planning on it :D And I'm happy the siblings' relationship looks natural - I was worried about that part.
Oh, my, when was the last time I read a spander story? (well, two days ago, but
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Date: 2006-11-26 12:36 pm (UTC)I really liked strawberry beer (which is a crime in itself). Somehow, this line set the tone for the whole piece for me, and I just settled in from there. Ginny's reluctance, manifesting in her constant flight from place to place, really struck a chord in me, and I feel for her. At the same time, Ron's pragmatic advice, so unexpected in a man of all things, was very touching.
Well done!
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Date: 2006-11-26 01:00 pm (UTC)There is? Wow, thanks! I wasn't expecting a complement like that. Since my English is best described as mid-atlantic I'm always worried that in the middle of a fic about Brits I'll burst out with some americanism and won't even notice :P
Thank you so much for your comment :D I'm happy that you liked the fic :)
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Date: 2006-11-26 01:09 pm (UTC)Oh, well, I do that all the time. :) Seriously... the tone of this piece is just right somehow. I'm a very visual reader. If the words don't evoke the images for me, then I just can't relate to the story, and you've done an excellent job of putting me in the English pub with the dark, dreary weather outside and the two of them at their table inside. I can hear them talking, and it's all just right.