one-shot: "trust me", for nest_of_spiders
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thirty2flavorsTitle: Trust Me
Word count: 767
Characters: Lily, James
Prompt Number: Two - Anti-Gravity Mist.
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“I am going to kill you, Potter.”
Just when Lily had dared to think that perhaps her day would be rather uneventful, she had made the fatal error of wandering out into the fog by the lake. Lily liked fog, really; it was sort of mysterious and ominous and spooky, and she thought the look if it next to the lake was really quite beautiful.
Until, that is, she had stepped into and suddenly been turned upside down.
(Or something -- was that the correct term, she wondered? It wasn’t really that she had been turned upside down, so much up had been turned upside down.)
And so she’d been standing there – hanging there? – for the past ten minutes, absolutely furious, when James Potter, arrogant arse that he was, had strolled towards her, laughing.
She was going to kill him. No exaggeration necessary.
“And why ever are you going to do that, my dear?” he asked her calmly. As best she could tell, he was staying outside the realm of the fog, where down was still down and the sky was still the sky. This didn’t surprise her any; he’d probably put it there in the first place.
“Because, Potter, as I’m sure you very well know, I am presently dangling over a vast expanse of sky, and since I am not as kamikaze as you, addicted to adrenaline and idiotic air acrobatics as you are, the sensation is rather uncomfortable.” She folded her arms across her chest and scowled. “Get me down, Potter, so that I may wring your scrawny little neck.”
He laughed at that. She couldn’t quite see why – he did have a scrawny little neck, and it would probably be rather easy to wring.
“I can’t get you down if you aren’t really up,” he said with a bit of a smirk. “You’ve just got to take a step.”
She glared. “And what will happen if I do, hmm?”
He shrugged as though the answer was obvious. “You’ll be right-side up again - though as I said, you aren’t really upside down, you just think you are.”
She smirked and kept her arms folded, deciding perhaps it was best to close her eyes rather than look at the sun beneath her. “I’m not an idiot, Potter. Sure, you want me to take a step – what really happens if I do? I plunge into the lake, or something?”
He stared at her, slightly bewildered. “What? No, that doesn’t even make sense.”
She pursed her lips and let out a hiss of exasperation. “I don’t know, Potter, I’m not the pranking ‘genius’ here, it was an example, now would you please tell me how to get down?”
For some reason she couldn’t fathom, he was grinning at her. He clearly found this very, very amusing.
Oh, she was going to kill him.
“I’ve already told you,” he said. “It’s Anti-Gravity Mist. It’s just an illusion, if you take a step, everything’ll fix itself. That’s how it works.”
“And how do I know you’re not lying?”
He considered the question, and then shrugged. “I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”
“Trust you? Why should I trust you? I would not trust you with two knuts, Potter, I am not trusting you on this!”
Again he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Fine, then don’t. But you’re going to be there a rather long time if you refuse to move.”
She opened her eyes. He turned to go, then, and she sent a fierce glare at the back of his head, desperately wishing it was not against a thousand moral codes to hex someone when their back was turned (not that moral codes ought to apply to Potter, anyway, the way he so frequently ignored their existence). He was just going to leave her here? He was probably the culprit and he was just going to leave her dangling there like that?
She would not trust him. She wouldn’t.
But then, what choice did she have?
Letting out a frustrated hiss for the second time, Lily shut her eyes tight, loosened her arms and balled her hands into fists at her side, and took a step.
She opened one eye first, and then the other, and when she did, she realized not only that up was up and down was down, but that James was looking over his shoulder, grinning at her.
“Trust me with two knuts, now, Evans?” he called.
Slackening her arms and sighing in futility, Lily swept past him as she marched back toward the castle, looking over her shoulder only briefly.
“Perhaps,” she said. “But not with three.”
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Word count: 767
Characters: Lily, James
Prompt Number: Two - Anti-Gravity Mist.
For
nest_of_spiders“I am going to kill you, Potter.”
Just when Lily had dared to think that perhaps her day would be rather uneventful, she had made the fatal error of wandering out into the fog by the lake. Lily liked fog, really; it was sort of mysterious and ominous and spooky, and she thought the look if it next to the lake was really quite beautiful.
Until, that is, she had stepped into and suddenly been turned upside down.
(Or something -- was that the correct term, she wondered? It wasn’t really that she had been turned upside down, so much up had been turned upside down.)
And so she’d been standing there – hanging there? – for the past ten minutes, absolutely furious, when James Potter, arrogant arse that he was, had strolled towards her, laughing.
She was going to kill him. No exaggeration necessary.
“And why ever are you going to do that, my dear?” he asked her calmly. As best she could tell, he was staying outside the realm of the fog, where down was still down and the sky was still the sky. This didn’t surprise her any; he’d probably put it there in the first place.
“Because, Potter, as I’m sure you very well know, I am presently dangling over a vast expanse of sky, and since I am not as kamikaze as you, addicted to adrenaline and idiotic air acrobatics as you are, the sensation is rather uncomfortable.” She folded her arms across her chest and scowled. “Get me down, Potter, so that I may wring your scrawny little neck.”
He laughed at that. She couldn’t quite see why – he did have a scrawny little neck, and it would probably be rather easy to wring.
“I can’t get you down if you aren’t really up,” he said with a bit of a smirk. “You’ve just got to take a step.”
She glared. “And what will happen if I do, hmm?”
He shrugged as though the answer was obvious. “You’ll be right-side up again - though as I said, you aren’t really upside down, you just think you are.”
She smirked and kept her arms folded, deciding perhaps it was best to close her eyes rather than look at the sun beneath her. “I’m not an idiot, Potter. Sure, you want me to take a step – what really happens if I do? I plunge into the lake, or something?”
He stared at her, slightly bewildered. “What? No, that doesn’t even make sense.”
She pursed her lips and let out a hiss of exasperation. “I don’t know, Potter, I’m not the pranking ‘genius’ here, it was an example, now would you please tell me how to get down?”
For some reason she couldn’t fathom, he was grinning at her. He clearly found this very, very amusing.
Oh, she was going to kill him.
“I’ve already told you,” he said. “It’s Anti-Gravity Mist. It’s just an illusion, if you take a step, everything’ll fix itself. That’s how it works.”
“And how do I know you’re not lying?”
He considered the question, and then shrugged. “I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”
“Trust you? Why should I trust you? I would not trust you with two knuts, Potter, I am not trusting you on this!”
Again he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Fine, then don’t. But you’re going to be there a rather long time if you refuse to move.”
She opened her eyes. He turned to go, then, and she sent a fierce glare at the back of his head, desperately wishing it was not against a thousand moral codes to hex someone when their back was turned (not that moral codes ought to apply to Potter, anyway, the way he so frequently ignored their existence). He was just going to leave her here? He was probably the culprit and he was just going to leave her dangling there like that?
She would not trust him. She wouldn’t.
But then, what choice did she have?
Letting out a frustrated hiss for the second time, Lily shut her eyes tight, loosened her arms and balled her hands into fists at her side, and took a step.
She opened one eye first, and then the other, and when she did, she realized not only that up was up and down was down, but that James was looking over his shoulder, grinning at her.
“Trust me with two knuts, now, Evans?” he called.
Slackening her arms and sighing in futility, Lily swept past him as she marched back toward the castle, looking over her shoulder only briefly.
“Perhaps,” she said. “But not with three.”
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