Lily's Revenge
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dichroicAbout 20 years past Deathly Hallows. No spoilers, really, but below the cut just in case. This is based on something ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginger_dragon said.
Petunia kissed Vernon goodbye, then said, "Wave goodbye to Granddad, darlings."
Nine-year-old Augustus tucked his chins into his chest (as he had nearly as little neck as his father and grandfather, they hadn't far to go). Scowling mutinously, he said, "Won't!"
His younger sister Ida, however, climbed up onto the sofa under the window and leaning againts the sill, waved at her grandfather until he was out of sight.
The day before, their responses had been reversed, with Ida sulky and AUgustus enthusiastic. Their grandmother seemed not to notice, as she said brightly, "Time to bake bikkies! Who wants to lick out the bowl for Gran? Come, Gussie, come on, Ida darling!" For once both were eager; they stuck briefly in the kitchen doorway as both tried to enter at once, but eventually burst through and dived into the refrigerator for ingredients.
"Can we make chocolate chips, Gran?" shouted Ida.
"With nuts!" immediately added her brother. "And Smarties baked in!"
"I want to mix it!" "No, let me!" The siblings scuffled over the bowl until Augustus, in grabbing it back from Ida, knocked it off the counter and onto the tiled floor, where the ceramic bowl shattered into large pieces. A look of dismay flashed briefly onto Augustus' face but was immediately plastered over with an obviously faked innocent expression - which in turn was displaced by dismay again as the bowl glued itself back together, scooped up the fallen biscuit ingredients, and zoomed into Ida's arms.
Petunia turned white as Ida reached for the beater and industriously began to mix the ingredients. "Ida," she said her voice breaking into a hoarse whisper, "What did you just do?"
Ida met her eyes defiantly. "Di'nt do nuffin', Gran. I just wanted it so it came."
Petunia sank into a kitchen chair, her knees refusing to support her any longer. She stared at Ida as though she could not pull her eyes away, as the girl continued to crank the old-fashioned beater. Gradually, however, it percolated through her shock that something else was wrong. The ingredients remained separate. As Ida turned the handle, the eggs stayed resolutely on one side of the bowl, the flour in a heap across from it, the sugar on one side. It looked as though the ingredients flowed through the beater's whirring blades and back through onto their own sides. As if unable to resist, she turned her head to look at Augustus. He was regarding his sister with a look of grim concentration, not speaking but apparently rapt in her activities.
Petunia turned even whiter, her wrinkled face now bearing a strong resemblance to the heap of flour in the mixing bowl. Her head sank into her hands, and she whispered, too faintly for her grandchildren to hear, "Oh, no. Not two more of them!"
ginger_dragon said.Petunia kissed Vernon goodbye, then said, "Wave goodbye to Granddad, darlings."
Nine-year-old Augustus tucked his chins into his chest (as he had nearly as little neck as his father and grandfather, they hadn't far to go). Scowling mutinously, he said, "Won't!"
His younger sister Ida, however, climbed up onto the sofa under the window and leaning againts the sill, waved at her grandfather until he was out of sight.
The day before, their responses had been reversed, with Ida sulky and AUgustus enthusiastic. Their grandmother seemed not to notice, as she said brightly, "Time to bake bikkies! Who wants to lick out the bowl for Gran? Come, Gussie, come on, Ida darling!" For once both were eager; they stuck briefly in the kitchen doorway as both tried to enter at once, but eventually burst through and dived into the refrigerator for ingredients.
"Can we make chocolate chips, Gran?" shouted Ida.
"With nuts!" immediately added her brother. "And Smarties baked in!"
"I want to mix it!" "No, let me!" The siblings scuffled over the bowl until Augustus, in grabbing it back from Ida, knocked it off the counter and onto the tiled floor, where the ceramic bowl shattered into large pieces. A look of dismay flashed briefly onto Augustus' face but was immediately plastered over with an obviously faked innocent expression - which in turn was displaced by dismay again as the bowl glued itself back together, scooped up the fallen biscuit ingredients, and zoomed into Ida's arms.
Petunia turned white as Ida reached for the beater and industriously began to mix the ingredients. "Ida," she said her voice breaking into a hoarse whisper, "What did you just do?"
Ida met her eyes defiantly. "Di'nt do nuffin', Gran. I just wanted it so it came."
Petunia sank into a kitchen chair, her knees refusing to support her any longer. She stared at Ida as though she could not pull her eyes away, as the girl continued to crank the old-fashioned beater. Gradually, however, it percolated through her shock that something else was wrong. The ingredients remained separate. As Ida turned the handle, the eggs stayed resolutely on one side of the bowl, the flour in a heap across from it, the sugar on one side. It looked as though the ingredients flowed through the beater's whirring blades and back through onto their own sides. As if unable to resist, she turned her head to look at Augustus. He was regarding his sister with a look of grim concentration, not speaking but apparently rapt in her activities.
Petunia turned even whiter, her wrinkled face now bearing a strong resemblance to the heap of flour in the mixing bowl. Her head sank into her hands, and she whispered, too faintly for her grandchildren to hear, "Oh, no. Not two more of them!"
