*****Holidays***** by Meridae
Aug. 10th, 2011 04:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charisstomaTitle: Holidays
Author: meridae
Summary: Made a comment to Meri about how conversations around the holiday table will need to have 'which magical specialization is best' added to the list of DON'T along side politics and religion. She came up with this gem.
"They're at it again," Erhard said, the disgust clear in his voice as he threw himself into the basket sat between the fireplace and the Christmas tree, flopping down heavily on top of his littermates. He wriggled and squirmed until all four were comfortably twisted around each other, cuddled up in a twining kitten heap.
Ranel just murmured sleepily and went back to slowly licking the soft, catnip mouse that Warne had hidden in his Christmas Stocking. Warren transferred his grooming from himself to his brother, and only Amur was awake enough to ask "Up to what again?"
"The usual - every Christmas, every birthday, when Nonna and Grandpus visit, or the aunties and uncles, or Great Unca Bazzy . . . My specialty is better than your specialty . . . this magic is more useful, more powerful, more difficult . . . sheesh!!"
"Oh that" Amur replied, ignoring Ranel's quiet murmur of "Ev'yone knows, transfig'tion mos' diff'cult."
"Yeah, that . . " Erhard repeated, batting one sheathed claw paw at his brother's nose. "Quit it Warren, I'm clean enough!"
"You've got candy cane sugar in your fur!" Warren sputtered, defending his grooming tendencies. I was just getting it out!
"Well, quit it - Groom Ranel, he's got egg nog on his butt!"
"Don't think it's egg nog . . . "Amur commented slyly, his whiskers tilting down in a smug expression.
"What do you mean?" Erhard's ears flicked uncertainly.
"I mean he spent some time alone with Warne before, and I don't remember seeing them drinking eggnog, and it is on his butt . . "
"HEY!" Ranel was suddenly totally awake and alert and what Amur was implying sank in. "Take that back!"
"If the fur fits, wear it . . ." Amur smirked.
And suddenly, the peaceful after-christmas dinner respite was shattered by the sounds of four rambunctious kittens erupting into and out and out cat fight.
Author: meridae
Summary: Made a comment to Meri about how conversations around the holiday table will need to have 'which magical specialization is best' added to the list of DON'T along side politics and religion. She came up with this gem.
"They're at it again," Erhard said, the disgust clear in his voice as he threw himself into the basket sat between the fireplace and the Christmas tree, flopping down heavily on top of his littermates. He wriggled and squirmed until all four were comfortably twisted around each other, cuddled up in a twining kitten heap.
Ranel just murmured sleepily and went back to slowly licking the soft, catnip mouse that Warne had hidden in his Christmas Stocking. Warren transferred his grooming from himself to his brother, and only Amur was awake enough to ask "Up to what again?"
"The usual - every Christmas, every birthday, when Nonna and Grandpus visit, or the aunties and uncles, or Great Unca Bazzy . . . My specialty is better than your specialty . . . this magic is more useful, more powerful, more difficult . . . sheesh!!"
"Oh that" Amur replied, ignoring Ranel's quiet murmur of "Ev'yone knows, transfig'tion mos' diff'cult."
"Yeah, that . . " Erhard repeated, batting one sheathed claw paw at his brother's nose. "Quit it Warren, I'm clean enough!"
"You've got candy cane sugar in your fur!" Warren sputtered, defending his grooming tendencies. I was just getting it out!
"Well, quit it - Groom Ranel, he's got egg nog on his butt!"
"Don't think it's egg nog . . . "Amur commented slyly, his whiskers tilting down in a smug expression.
"What do you mean?" Erhard's ears flicked uncertainly.
"I mean he spent some time alone with Warne before, and I don't remember seeing them drinking eggnog, and it is on his butt . . "
"HEY!" Ranel was suddenly totally awake and alert and what Amur was implying sank in. "Take that back!"
"If the fur fits, wear it . . ." Amur smirked.
And suddenly, the peaceful after-christmas dinner respite was shattered by the sounds of four rambunctious kittens erupting into and out and out cat fight.
