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gin_tonicTitle: His Own Concoction
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Rating: PG-13
Pairings: George/Viktor, Charlie/Kingsley on the sidelines
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adventdrabbles' Dec 6 Prompt: Frozen Lake
Word Count: 200
Warnings: none
A/N: Part of the "Advent Drabbles 2016" series. All entries to this series can be found here.
His brother really was a big dork, George thought as he watched him awkwardly talk to Kingsley. George hadn't exactly planned that encounter, even though it came as no surprise to see Kingsley here on a Tuesday afternoon.
Still, it left George a little disadvantaged. He was like the third Bludger in Quidditch game—unnecessary, if not outright dangerous. He quickly downed the rest of his pint, and excused himself. At the bar, he waited until he had Neville's attention.
"I'd like a cocktail," George declared.
"Uh—"
"You have cocktails, don't you?"
"No, not that—"
George squeezed behind the bar and pushed a slightly flustered Neville aside. "Here, I'll show you. It's my own concoction." He grabbed a bottle of rum, some lemonade, and quickly summoned a blue bottle from his shopping bags. "You just pour these together, stir a bit, and you got yourself a Frozen Lake."
"I didn't you know you worked as a barkeeper, too."
George turned around and found himself eye to eye with Viktor Krum. "Oh. Hi. I'm not."
"No, he's not." Neville pushed him out from behind the bar.
"I could get you one of these cocktails, though," George said and grinned.
Author:
gin_tonic/gin_biscuitRating: PG-13
Pairings: George/Viktor, Charlie/Kingsley on the sidelines
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 6 Prompt: Frozen LakeWord Count: 200
Warnings: none
A/N: Part of the "Advent Drabbles 2016" series. All entries to this series can be found here.
His brother really was a big dork, George thought as he watched him awkwardly talk to Kingsley. George hadn't exactly planned that encounter, even though it came as no surprise to see Kingsley here on a Tuesday afternoon.
Still, it left George a little disadvantaged. He was like the third Bludger in Quidditch game—unnecessary, if not outright dangerous. He quickly downed the rest of his pint, and excused himself. At the bar, he waited until he had Neville's attention.
"I'd like a cocktail," George declared.
"Uh—"
"You have cocktails, don't you?"
"No, not that—"
George squeezed behind the bar and pushed a slightly flustered Neville aside. "Here, I'll show you. It's my own concoction." He grabbed a bottle of rum, some lemonade, and quickly summoned a blue bottle from his shopping bags. "You just pour these together, stir a bit, and you got yourself a Frozen Lake."
"I didn't you know you worked as a barkeeper, too."
George turned around and found himself eye to eye with Viktor Krum. "Oh. Hi. I'm not."
"No, he's not." Neville pushed him out from behind the bar.
"I could get you one of these cocktails, though," George said and grinned.
