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cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2011-04-11 17:56:00

Happy Birthday Emma Meme!
Yay birthday girl! Here you get to match up prompts with our OTPs because it is a birthday tradition that you get drabbles!

twilight

fingers
Mackenzie had taken a seat at the table closest to the door because while every prefect meeting was important, she still needed to squeeze in an extra half hour of Potions studying if she wanted to get a qualifying N.E.W.T. Although she was unsure with what she wanted to do after Hogwarts, it was very important to be prepared for any sort of career decision or change. Her mind had been so focused on the exams that she had surprised herself by actually making it to this meeting on time; everything else in her life had seemed like such a blur, such a complete whirlwind, that remembering a prefects meeting had not seemed like something she would have cared to recall.

She diligently listened to Vinny speak about the preparations that were necessary for the final Hogsmeade trip of their Hogwarts career, and barely noticed someone slip into the chair beside her. Mackenzie barely had to turn her head before she realized who had sat beside her and it took all of her strength not to let out a squeak. Sebastian had crept into the meeting late, a good ten minutes late, and he was sitting right next to her!

In public.

While she couldn't stop her ears from burning red as she forced herself not to glare at her secret boyfriend, her heart beat madly with excitement. This was the closest she'd been to Sebastian in front of other people since...in months! Had they all turned to look, when he had entered? Had they followed him to the table? Were they all focused on why she was so focused on the tardy Gryffindor?

Mackenzie pushed a quick breath from her nose and turned back to the front of the classroom, trying to keep up the image of not acknowledging Sebastian Goldstein's existence. It was hard, so very hard; the back of the classroom was further away from the candle light, it was darker and quieter, the next nearest person was four rows away and in front of her table.

"What I miss?"

His breath was hot in her ear, and Mackenzie instinctively fluttered her eyes shut. They snapped open immediately, however, and she twisted her head away from him, feeling her blush rush up her neck and to her cheeks. He should not be doing that, he should not be doing that!

When a soft snicker escaped from Sebastian's mouth, Mackenzie knew that she was going to pinch him later. She settled back into her seat and resumed her composure...she could pinch him now. Her hands had been folded perfectly on her lap, and the tables were high enough to hide any quick motions so---she pinched his thigh, quickly, but effectively. Sebastian squirmed in his seat and she felt a great satisfaction...that was until his foot nudged hers, hooking around her ankle and tugging her toward him. Thank goodness the chair didn't move, but---Mackenzie felt like she was going to die. They had never been so bold in public before, they had never tried to be so sneaky before, but----

---oh, it was exhilarating. She was flirting with her boyfriend, the boy she had to love in secret. Her secret Gryffindor boyfriend was playing footsie with her under the table, and she was reveling every second of it. Oh, why hadn't they thought of it sooner? No, it would have become too obvious, if they'd sat together during the prefect meetings, what would she be doing, allowing that Gryffindor to sit next to her all the time...

Mackenzie let her hand drop off her lap and a split second later Sebastian's fingers were brushing against hers, tugging at her hand and----oh, oh, the meeting was almost over. She quickly seized his hand in a great squeeze before the meeting was adjorned, and Mackenzie swept away from the table without a look back at Sebastian.

She didn't have to look back, he would know to meet her behind their favorite tapestry of St. Mungo the Healer.

♥

closer

patience

impressive
Victoria Frobisher did not like to lose. She did not like to end up in second place, and she did not like sharing the stage, or the spotlight. Her parents were not exactly sure which one of them she inherited this trait from (Miranda), but she was much more serious about it than either of them had ever been.

"Max," she hissed, gesturing wildly from the other side of the makeshift stage they'd conjured up out of old broomsticks and blankets from their bed sets. Her little brother, who was just shy of four years old, jumped in place and remembered (or at least tried to) his marks. Max spread out his arms as the introductory chords from their father's guitar filled the rooms. Victoria's eyes caught her father's, who was sitting crouched behind the curtain looking awfully uncomfortable with his guitar in his lap, and nodded her approval. He'd come in on time, like they'd practiced.

"Happy bir-day Mummy!" he let out, nearly jumping off the stage to go hug his mother, who was the performance's only audience member. But another hiss from Victoria kept Max from leaving the platform made out of a folded down yard table. He straightened up and put a hand to his heart, the tiny leather jacket he was wearing feeling sticky under the bright stage lights (the lamps without lampshades that were strategically placed), "I've gots pills, they multippin!"

Victoria peered out from her hiding spot, sure that her mother could not see her, but was actually quite noticeable. If her mother noticed, she didn't say anything.

"Pills?" Miranda asked, and Max nodded excitedly, but managed to contain himself as a familiar tune from the 'backstage' guitar began to fill the room. Miranda let out a coo.

Max jumped up again, "I'm loosin controwl!"

At the sound of her mother's loud laughter and applause, Victoria decided that her cue could be pushed up just a little bit and she jumped out, her hair almost falling out of the badly pinned up curls her father had done earlier in the day. Ralph stuttered on the guitar for a moment, but then caught up to Victoria's stage crashing.

"You better shape up! Cause I need a man!"

"Victoria!" Max shrieked, staring from his sister to his mother, and then pulling back the curtain to gape at his father, "It's not her turn!"

"Keep going, Max!" Ralph tried to stage whisper, the music stopping for a second before starting up again.

"But it's my turn!"

"Just come on!" Victoria said, but the show was over. Max burst into hysterical tears and when Ralph tried to stand up to console him he took the stage curtains down with him. Victoria let out a shriek of frustration and rushed to her mother to be consoled, even though she was the one that had caused the disruption. Miranda could not stop her laughter, however, as she held Victoria tightly to her, and watched as Ralph untangled himself from the curtains. Max fled the scene, disappearing into his bedroom with a great flourish and slam of the door.

"Go apologize to Max," Miranda said, unlatching her daughter from around her. Victoria gasped with indignation, but with a sharp look from her father, the girl ran down the hallway shouting her brother's name. Miranda wiped at her eyes, tears having fallen from her laughter. She got up from her chair and approached Ralph, who had finally managed to get himself out of the mess of a stage. "That was quite an impressive performance."

Ralph shrugged, slinging his guitar around to his back to hold Miranda close as he tried to think of a way to salvage her birthday. She kissed his chin and then let out a quick yelp as Ralph bent and swept her off her feet. He had every intention of taking her to their bedroom and making up for the dreadful performance as their children would be bickering for at least an hour,

"I'll show you impressive," he said with a wide grin, causing Miranda to giggle and kiss him hard.

♥

blue
It amazed her sometimes, what Caradoc would let her do to him. Emmeline could list a million things he would not let her get away with, but those things she could live without. He never denied her anything she truly desired or needed and she'd always be grateful for that.

There was a large window in their living room that beautifully captured the morning light. Even though they'd just woken up a few hours before, Emmeline had pulled Caradoc down on the couch to lie beside her, as she hadn't slept very well the night before and was feeling sickly now. Instead of sleeping, though, she laid partly on top of him, her fingers tracing his features slowly. Emmeline knew that it was probably not the most comfortable of things, but she often got lost in her thoughts and Caradoc allowed her to drift away without interruption. He knew how quickly her mind could turn toward darkness and depression, and patiently waited for the right moment to come and break her out of her reverie.

His hand had been running slowly up her side underneath her shirt, his knuckles grazing against her stomach. Emmeline let out a breath, her hands dropping down to his shoulders as she continued to stare.

"Who did you get your eyes from?"

He blinked, his wonderfully blue eyes narrowing a moment after in thought. Caradoc pressed his head further into the cushion propped up behind them and Emmeline fell into a more snug position between him and the back of the couch.

"My mother," he said after some contemplation. Emmeline realized that he may have been thinking...he may not have remembered the color of his parents' eyes, and she found that incredibly sad. Her own childhood was nothing to brag about, and she'd been treated as an adult since she was sent to Hogwarts, but at least her parents were alive. It provided some, albeit a very small comfort, and she knew Caradoc felt differently about his parental figures, it was just---sad to her. Maybe she was more sad that he didn't care, that his parents had treated him and Juliet so poorly. It made her wish for more.

Emmeline let out a soft breath and went back to examining his face, her fingers brushing across his cheek and to his hair. Caradoc watched her closely, as Emmeline's expression took on one of strong concentration.

"I hope he has your eyes," Emmeline said softly, a smile unconsciously growing on her face. Caradoc's eyes widened slightly, but not out of the usual shock that talking about their growing baby usually brought. Emmeline saw in his eyes that it seemed as if he hadn't thought about that, that their son could look like him, that he could take after him in more ways than just being his blood. Emmeline pressed her face into the side of her neck, feeling overwhelmed and also letting Caradoc have his own moment for whatever was internally going on through his mind.

His hand began to move again, fingers gently caressing her stomach once more and Emmeline let out a happy sound of relief.

♥

birthday
Ay deus.

Adrian had found himself in a bit of a predicament. See, he and Maggie had started officially dating just a few weeks before Christmas, so he'd gone all out and bought her some really expensive jewelry. Sweet and thoughtful, right? Right! Then, Valentine's Day was just around the corner and it turned out he was a master at the holiday and had sent her on a romantic scavenger night that included lockers full of magnolias (he really did love the play on her name), a beautiful dress, and a candlelit dinner that ended really early because she'd been ready to rip off his clothes by the time the champagne was poured.

Her team had won the championship cup? Perfect! Let's take her to Portugal and spoil her with tours of his homeland and culture! He was the absolute best boyfriend in the whole wide world and had completely spent all of his ideas out before her birthday.

Her birthday.

Ay, deus.

It had completely sprung itself on him, it had been less than a week since the cup, they'd been in Portugal for two days so---so. What else could he do? What could he do that could possibly top what he's already done in the four short months they were dating? Adrian could not believe his brain right now, he could not believe his luck, and as he stared up at the ceiling of their bedroom, praying for God to shine down some miraculous idea, he wondered how hard the papers were going to slam him for getting dumped before the first week of the off season was over.

A hand creeping across his chest made him smile, though, and Adrian twisted his neck to look at the still very sleepy Maggie. He loved how her hair was such a mess in the morning, and he lifted a hand to push some out of her face. She smiled dreamily and kissed the tips of his fingers as they gently grazed over her lips.

"Go back to sleep," she cooed. Adrian frowned slightly, his hand resting on the side of her neck.

"But it's your birthday. Happy birthday," he said, letting out a breath and waiting for a berating about the lack of balloons and flowers. He could have at least gotten her flowers!

Maggie shook her head, surprising him as she moved into a more snug position under his arm and rested her head on his chest. Adrian, completely perplexed, wrapped his arm around her securely.

"I just want to stay here all day, that's what I want," she said through a yawn, her leg draping over his. Adrian blinked a few times and nodded, kissing her forehead and looking up toward the ceiling and God, thanking him for the little miracle he'd just bestowed on their bedroom.

♥

addiction

glee

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