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lightofdayeTitle: Prize
Word Count: 1 x 100
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Rose Weasley, Lucy Weasley, Dominique Weasley, James Sirius Potter
Content: crushes, girl talk, verbal teasing, reckless flying
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:
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hp_nextgen100's Prompt #337: "Prize". Struggled a bit with this one. Hence the uncreative title.
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"Come on, Luce, there must be someone," said Rose Weasley. The Potters and Weasleys were gathered behind The Burrow.
"No, You'll just make fun of me," said Lucy Weasley.
"I won't!" Rose insisted. This was true but there were other cousins about.
"All right, I like James,"
"James?" snorted Dominique. "Our James? Cousin James?"
"Yeah, he's a prize," Lucy said.
They looked up. James Sirius Potter was trying to organise a quidditch game and was currently dangling from his broom with only one leg over it.
"He's a prize," Dominique said. "Prize idiot-ow"
Lucy had thrown a cushion at her.
Word Count: 1 x 100
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Rose Weasley, Lucy Weasley, Dominique Weasley, James Sirius Potter
Content: crushes, girl talk, verbal teasing, reckless flying
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
hp_nextgen100's Prompt #337: "Prize". Struggled a bit with this one. Hence the uncreative title. - - -
"Come on, Luce, there must be someone," said Rose Weasley. The Potters and Weasleys were gathered behind The Burrow.
"No, You'll just make fun of me," said Lucy Weasley.
"I won't!" Rose insisted. This was true but there were other cousins about.
"All right, I like James,"
"James?" snorted Dominique. "Our James? Cousin James?"
"Yeah, he's a prize," Lucy said.
They looked up. James Sirius Potter was trying to organise a quidditch game and was currently dangling from his broom with only one leg over it.
"He's a prize," Dominique said. "Prize idiot-ow"
Lucy had thrown a cushion at her.
