Exploding Poohsticks

Title: "Won't Leave You Stranded"
For: westernredcedar
Words: 200
Pairings: Teddy/Victoire, Snupin+
Inspired by: this video and a couple of Cedar-comments. *flutters ribbons at tree* [Finetuned 2/17.]

Teddy enjoyed teaching -- he'd inherited his father's flair for it -- but Valentine's Day, not so much. By the end of the day, his head ached from decapitating chirping carnations and defusing George Weasley's latest trinkets.

He'd exchanged gifts with Victoire before she left for Turin (they'd bought the latest Cursebreaker's Sudoku for each other), so when he reached his quarters, he was startled to find another package waiting for him. After checking it for booby-hexes, he carefully loosened its wrappings.

Photos. Dozens of photos. Photos of his father -- some with his mother, some with the bloke named Sirius his godfather liked talking about.

And also photos of his father with Severus Snape.

Teddy blinked. He'd seen portraits of the late headmaster before, but never ones in which the man was smiling. Much less one in which the man's long, stained fingers gently, tenderly traced a scar on his father's arm --

Wait. Wait. When would Snape or his father ever have permitted someone to glimpse that? Who --?

He turned the snapshot over. The handwriting on the back matched the note from Victoire's mum:

Now you are old enough -- your mother would want me to explain. Tea, chez nous, Saturday.

So behind on life... which didn't stop me from sneaking a look at this year's batch of Wimseyfics at Yuletide. Many of them are well-written and thought-provoking; my personal favorites are ( belatedly listing them under a spoiler cut (ack, sorry!) )

I also couldn't resist looking at the Snupin/Bill/Fleur that sent westernredcedar into guacamole-invoking gasps of ecstasy. Go read her rec and then go read the fic, which is both hot as hell and made me laugh out loud. I am not in the habit of betting my body parts on who wrote what fic (since (a) that's not quite my style and (b) I am so very often very wrong) but I will observe that there is a killer writer on my friendlist who is and this fic strikes me as something very much up her alley.

(I'm figuring that oughta propel some of you to go read it now. Heh.)

Also, the ever-generous and wickedly talented tbranch continues to humor me: I now have a Fleur & Whomping Willow portrait (gen) to go with the Karkaroff & Whomping Willow he drew for me back at Lumos. *beams* Thank you, T!