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Batch 33: Next Gen (2) - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
fernwithy
fernwithy
Batch 33: Next Gen (2)
I would love James telling Ruthless a story! for lucathia_rykatu
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"Freddie has the Marauder's Map, doesn't he?" Ruthless asked abruptly in the dark.

"Er... yeah..."

"Can he see us?"

James laughed. "No. Even if he could, what's he going to see? A couple of dots bouncing around in the teachers' quarters? And it's not like they're not speculating anyway."

"True." She sighed and snuggled up against him. "Why can't he see?"

"Traumatic experience during my sixth year," James said. "Robards and his wife tried to patch things up. They were living up here."

"And you saw some bouncing dots?"

"No. I saw her throw the family cat at him." James shook his head. "After that, I put a spell in the Keys to give teachers a little privacy. The map will just put our dots outside the door, and they'll sit their quietly until we leave again."

"Was the cat all right?"

"Seemed to be, though he was following Robards around for a week." He kissed her, getting a mouthful of her coarse hair but not caring. "Are you really all right with living at the school until the house is finished?"

"It's actually kind of fun to come back to Hogwarts after a long day at the Ministry. Maybe we should stay until--well, that is to say, if we have--"

"I'm happy with 'until', if you want it to be 'until.'"

"I do." She took his hand and kissed each of his fingers, doing quite a thorough job of it. James had a feeling there was not going to be a lot of sleeping done tonight. "Tell me a story about them."

James smiled, pleased at the idea. He pulled her a bit closer. "Shall the story have a lot, or only one or two?"

"A handful. I don't want to be Victoire."

"I'm glad to hear that. Boys or girls?"

"One of each."

James closed his eyes and thought about it, first imagining the house on Marauder's Roost that was being built, but letting it take on its own fantasy life. "Once upon a time," he said, "there lived a prince and a princess. Their mother was the most beautiful queen who ever lived. Their dad was a humble schoolteacher."

"Right."

"Hush, I'm just on the set-up."

"Yes, of course. I want to hear more about the queen and the schoolteacher."

"Oh, they loved each other quite a lot. People thought they were odd, but they didn't give a rip. They got married, and they had a little island kingdom next door to their best friends, and when the prince and princess came, they were completely, perfectly happy, until the day the princess saw a boat going by, and she asked her brother the prince, 'Where are they going?' And her brother the prince said, 'They are going to the World.'"

"That's sad!"

"Well, it's a story, something has to happen."

"Okay."

"So the prince and the princess ran to the king and the queen, and the prince said, 'We've just seen someone who is going to the World!' and the princess said, 'What is the World, mother and father?' Now, the queen was, along with being very beautiful and extremely sexy, very wise. She knew that her children were brilliant and curious, and they would find out what The World was. So she asked her beloved schoolteacher husband to give them a lesson, which he did, because he will always do whatever she wants, as she knows how to ask very prettily--"

"Yes, she's very persuasive," Ruth said, and kissed a spot against one of his ribs.

"She may not want the whole story, though, as she suddenly embarked on the most distracting course of action."

"Oh, but he used to be her apprentice, and knows that he must keep focus, even amidst the most heinous of distractions." She continued distracting him.

He tried to focus. "So, while the schoolteacher taught his lesson, the queen chartered a magnificent boat, and all four of them, er... went to see The World together."

"Was it good?"

"It was... very, very good."

"Mmm."

"And that's what the prince and princess learned from the wise, beautiful, incredibly sexy and very distracting queen--that the world is good, and seeing it only made it ever so much better to come home."

"And what happened to the schoolteacher?"

"He learned that he was married to a complete maniac who made a lot of very contradictory demands, and he couldn't live without a single one of them."

She laughed, and pulled him over to her. "Come on home, then."



Ruth and James! ...They are my fanfiction crack. Anything involving them (I'd be intrigued to see them as parents once the twins are teenagers--I feel like if anyone could handle Potter-adolescent-angst/obnoxiousness, it's Ruth!) would be super-appreciated. Thanks so much! for pevara
[Their boys aren't actually twins; they're a year apart, like James and Al, though I imagine they're a handful either way. ;p]
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Potter hair and Scrimgeour hair, Finny Potter often thought, had been a singularly unfortunate combination. Oh, Dad had missed out on the bad hair, of course. Dad had perfectly normal, totally forgettable brown hair that stayed where he put it when he ran a comb through it. But Granddad, Uncle Al, and Aunt Lily all had the Potter hair, so it wasn't exactly surprising that Finny and Rufus had both got it as well... combined with Mum's mad curls, and just as thick as hers. Rufus's hair was light brown, like Dad's, and he'd managed to tame it into something like a pompadour--ridiculous, but at least neat. Finny, who had Mum's red hair and Granddad's cowlicks--he sometimes thought he looked more like Cousin Hugo's son than Dad's--felt that he generally looked like an unshorn, bespectacled sheep who'd been rolling around in rust flecks.

"I can shear it for you," Mum offered when he shared this insight. They were in the old house--the shack, really, where Dad and Uncle Teddy did their writing, though Mum used it for bookkeeping. "I'll get one of those slings like we saw on the sheep farm, and get out one of those giant electric razors..."

"Mum!"

"If you don't like your hair, just cut it. It doesn't have any unbreakable charms on it. It can't stand six inches off of your head if it's only a quarter-inch long."

Finny, who rather fancied the idea of looking like a proper wizard with silver-hair to his waist, did not care for the idea of instead looking like a member of the Muggle military. "It's ridiculous. Isn't there a potion or something?"

"Yes. Your grandfather, your aunt, your uncle, and I have all just chosen to ignore the benefits of a permanent version of Sleek-Easy..."

"Sleek-Easy?"

Mum rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to start providing you with that. You can use a bottle a week and it won't actually change anything."

"What about relaxers? Laurel Shacklebolt said there were relaxers out there, in the Muggle world, that just let your hair settle down."

"Really?"

"Yeah. That's how she gets her hair straight, so she can do it up at the Wizengamot."

Mum considered this carefully--Finny could almost see her considering her own uncontrolled hair--then shook her head and said, "Finny, it's not your hair that needs to relax."

The door opened and Dad came in, carrying his Hogwarts briefcase in one hand (though he was wearing his summer clothes) and a disorganized stack of parchment in the other. He was whistling Shan McCormack's new song, "Red Hot Dance Shoes," under his breath. He looked up and took in the scene. "What's our angst today?"

Finny ground his teeth.

"Hair," Mum said.

"Ah," Dad said. "Well, as long as it's something important, and he's not just worrying about starting OWL year next week."

"It's easy for you to joke about," Finny said. "You had a pretty older girl fall in love with you."

"And we come to the crux of it," Dad said. "Who is she? Out with it."

"There's no one," Finny said quickly, though this was a lie of enormous magnitude, and Dad knew it perfectly well. Everyone at Hogwarts knew it after Cousin Rose's little terror of a daughter, Oyuuni Solongo, had told everyone in hearing distance that Finny liked Tara McCormack. Tara was going into her seventh year, and if Finny couldn't convince her, against the evidence of her own eyes, that he was her best choice, she probably wouldn't get another chance.

"Oh, of course not," Mum said.

"What a pity," Dad said, and leaned over to kiss Mum's cheek. He wheeled his writing chair over to sit behind her, dropping his arm easily over her shoulders. "Really, Phineas, you need to pick someone."

"Out of my vast array of choices," Finny sniffed.

"We seem to have done something wrong," Mum said. "I feel we're supposed to apologize."

"Of course we are," Dad said. "He's fifteen."

Finny rolled his eyes and went up to his room in the new wing (otherwise known as the actual house), which was unfortunately not a great refuge, since he'd long ago installed an Extendable Ear in the cushions of the Sirius Black Memorial Recliner so he could find out what was going to happen next in the Purveyors books. Through it, he heard the squeaky wheels of Dad's chair as it rolled across the floor. He knew his parents well enough to know that Dad had just moved around to sit where he'd be facing Mum.

"It's your fault, really," he said. "That hair..."

"Right, I know how you hate it."

"It's completely out of control."

"Always has been."

"I know. A bloke can get lost in there, you know."

Mum snorted. "Or break a finger."

"Well, if you'd remember where you put all the pins..."

Finny shuddered and decided that he really didn't want to know. There was too much magic on the island to notice a little charm. He Silenced the receiver on the Ear and let them go about their business.
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From: erv2 Date: March 4th, 2012 09:16 am (UTC) (Link)
So glad to see more of James and Ruth, for a while there I was afraid we wouldn't get any in this round (having completely missed the call and not wanting to be spoiled by reading the prompts).

Great fun as always. Thank you, Fern!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 4th, 2012 09:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, there were a couple of requests in NextGen. Not too many, though!
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 4th, 2012 11:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm always glad to see any additions. I'm not sure when James and Ruth became my favorites but somewhere along the way they did, in spite lots of great fun competition.
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 4th, 2012 06:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Im like super duper curious if you have fanart of your ocs? Like do you have drawings of celia, ruth and the others, or fancast actresses that look like them? You said your lupin looks kinda like the obi wan guy.

Christine Briggs
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 4th, 2012 09:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have a Ruthless or two somewhere, but I'm afraid I've been bad about updating the fan art page... oops! Maybe I should do that when I finish the challenges and the James story...
reannanshaw From: reannanshaw Date: March 4th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
Interesting to see that James made his own adjustments to the map. Timing-wise, are they already married here? I can't quite tell. How long did they wait after he proposed to get married?

The second one's cute too. I like James as a dad, and Finny's rather adorable. He's got a good point; since James ended up marrying someone old enough not to have been at school with him, it's not like what he looked like as a teenager really mattered all that much. Not that he knew that at the time, I suppose.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 4th, 2012 09:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
They're married. I figure three months or so? Maybe six? I think there's another ficlet out there that has them married in December, and the proposal was roughly June, so she'd join him at Hogwarts mid-year.

Well, James did have a raging crush on Celia, but the problem wasn't his look. He was a perfectly acceptable looking guy--not Sirius levels of good looks or anything, but nothing that was making him embarrassed to be seen by the opposite sex. ;p
pevara From: pevara Date: March 5th, 2012 02:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love both of these--thanks especially for mine! Since my hair is Hermione-level crazy, I totally feel for Finny. Big hair is not easy, especially when you're 15! (Also, my bad on the siblings' ages. Silly me.)
lucathia_rykatu From: lucathia_rykatu Date: March 9th, 2012 09:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Aw, James was telling such a captivating story, but seems like he got distracted from the story, hehe.

I enjoy reading about James and Ruthless together a lot. Nice seeing them as parents!
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