Drabble: The Best Present
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alisanneTitle: The Best Present
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alisanne
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Bill Weasley, Alice Longbottom.
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
Beta:eeyore9990
Challenge: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
neville100's prompt #48: The Holly and the Ivy, and for adventdrabbles's prompt #19: kittens and mittens.
Disclaimer:The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: It's Christmas, the perfect time for special presents.
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The Best Present
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“Happy Christmas, Mum,” Neville whispered, kissing her cheek.
Alice stared ahead blankly.
Neville sighed, settling on the edge of her bed. “Bill...my husband, remember?” At her blank stare he continued. “He suggested I decorate.”
Looking at the holly and ivy he’d strewn about, he smiled. “It’s actually festive.”
The bundle in his arms squirmed, making Neville grin. “Meet Mitten, our kitten. She’s the closest you’ll get to a grandchild.”
Mitten mewled, crawling into Alice’s lap, and, to Neville’s shock, Alice began stroking her. “Mum?”
Alice smiled at him.
Neville cried, thankful for the best present he could have expected.
~
Author:
alisannePairing: Neville Longbottom/Bill Weasley, Alice Longbottom.
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
Beta:
eeyore9990Challenge: Written for
neville100's prompt #48: The Holly and the Ivy, and for adventdrabbles's prompt #19: kittens and mittens.Disclaimer:The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: It's Christmas, the perfect time for special presents.
~
The Best Present
~
“Happy Christmas, Mum,” Neville whispered, kissing her cheek.
Alice stared ahead blankly.
Neville sighed, settling on the edge of her bed. “Bill...my husband, remember?” At her blank stare he continued. “He suggested I decorate.”
Looking at the holly and ivy he’d strewn about, he smiled. “It’s actually festive.”
The bundle in his arms squirmed, making Neville grin. “Meet Mitten, our kitten. She’s the closest you’ll get to a grandchild.”
Mitten mewled, crawling into Alice’s lap, and, to Neville’s shock, Alice began stroking her. “Mum?”
Alice smiled at him.
Neville cried, thankful for the best present he could have expected.
~
