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Candy Green #1; Colour of the Day (23/06/21)
Name: In Disgrace
Story: Divide & Rule/Heroes of the Revolution
Colors: Candy Green #1 (Gobstopper); Colour of the Day (23rd June 2021 - inimical)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (June Candy Green challenge) + Eraser + Pastels (also forgenprompt_bingo square “Books Are the Best Weapons”) + Tapestry (Eraser)
Word Count: 625
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, mentions of minor injuries.
Notes: Edward Iveson/Julia Graves, another AU from the list – High School (well, more secondary school, they’re British.)
Summary: It was all Julia’s fault, of course. Edward would never have done something like this.
***
It wasn’t funny. So much so, Julia had to stuff her hanky in her mouth to keep from laughing and getting herself into even more trouble.
Edward Iveson, who was standing beside her as they lined up outside the headmaster’s study, was currently dividing his time between scowling at her and glaring at the wall pretending she didn’t exist.
“I have never been sent to the head the whole time I’ve been here,” he hissed into her ear during one of his scowling periods. “This is your fault. I’m Library Prefect! I was only doing what I was supposed to do.”
That did it. Julia doubled over and snorted helplessly, laughing until she cried and spat out the hanky; shaking, her long fair plaits bumping against her cheeks.
“You are without question the most appalling girl I’ve ever met,” said Edward.
Julia had been feeling secretly contrite despite her giggles, but that did it: Edward was a prig and deserved everything he was going to get once the headmaster arrived. She bent down and retrieved her fallen hanky. Lifting her head again, she stuck out her tongue. “I don’t much like you, either. All I wanted was a book.”
“The Library isn’t open to Third Formers until dinner break.”
“I needed that book,” muttered Julia, as she straightened up and folded her arms. “You shouldn’t have got in my way.”
“And you know I can’t tell the headmaster you were the one who started it, even aside from the fact I’d look like an idiot. That’s not playing fair.”
Julia shrugged. She couldn’t be blamed for the stupid principles of annoying Sixth Formers who got between her and the textbook she should have collected yesterday.
She hadn’t meant to fight him, but he’d stood there looking down at her in his blazer and tie being all priggish and prefect-ly, so she’d tugged hard on his tie and its ridiculous, shiny Prefect pin, at which point he’d tried to push her out of the library. She’d protested by hitting him with the nearest book, and after that it had devolved into a satisfyingly undignified scrabble and even if it had been short and she’d lost, it had been worth it to see Edward Iveson knocked right off his snooty high horse. Except that Mr Harrington had come down the corridor in time to catch the tail end of it, and here they were: lined up against the wall like suspects in a police parade, awaiting execution.
It was worse for Edward, to be fair. He had more to lose and Sixth Formers weren’t supposed to fight Third Formers, let alone girls. She’d have to confess to her crimes. Julia leant back against the wall, relishing the tragedy of her impending martyrdom with hazy images of being sent to the guillotine on a cart dressed in a white nighty. Edward would regret not letting her have that book, then; he’d be racked with guilt forever.
“Beastly little brat,” said Edward, breaking into the melodrama in her mind. “Why couldn’t you have got that book at the proper time?”
Julia raised her head sharply. “I was going to own up, you know, but if you say things like that, I’ll sob and tell the head you twisted my wrist. Don’t think I won’t!”
“Well, you are,” Edward muttered.
“I wouldn’t be if some people weren’t mean and ignored other people in the corridors. All because said person is an almighty prefect who couldn’t deign to talk to a mere Third Former. I said hello when I passed you.”
“You are an impossible girl. I probably didn’t see you, that’s all. In any case, there’s no need to thwack me with a book and pull my nose.”
Julia disagreed.
***
Story: Divide & Rule/Heroes of the Revolution
Colors: Candy Green #1 (Gobstopper); Colour of the Day (23rd June 2021 - inimical)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (June Candy Green challenge) + Eraser + Pastels (also for
genprompt_bingo square “Books Are the Best Weapons”) + Tapestry (Eraser)Word Count: 625
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, mentions of minor injuries.
Notes: Edward Iveson/Julia Graves, another AU from the list – High School (well, more secondary school, they’re British.)
Summary: It was all Julia’s fault, of course. Edward would never have done something like this.
***
It wasn’t funny. So much so, Julia had to stuff her hanky in her mouth to keep from laughing and getting herself into even more trouble.
Edward Iveson, who was standing beside her as they lined up outside the headmaster’s study, was currently dividing his time between scowling at her and glaring at the wall pretending she didn’t exist.
“I have never been sent to the head the whole time I’ve been here,” he hissed into her ear during one of his scowling periods. “This is your fault. I’m Library Prefect! I was only doing what I was supposed to do.”
That did it. Julia doubled over and snorted helplessly, laughing until she cried and spat out the hanky; shaking, her long fair plaits bumping against her cheeks.
“You are without question the most appalling girl I’ve ever met,” said Edward.
Julia had been feeling secretly contrite despite her giggles, but that did it: Edward was a prig and deserved everything he was going to get once the headmaster arrived. She bent down and retrieved her fallen hanky. Lifting her head again, she stuck out her tongue. “I don’t much like you, either. All I wanted was a book.”
“The Library isn’t open to Third Formers until dinner break.”
“I needed that book,” muttered Julia, as she straightened up and folded her arms. “You shouldn’t have got in my way.”
“And you know I can’t tell the headmaster you were the one who started it, even aside from the fact I’d look like an idiot. That’s not playing fair.”
Julia shrugged. She couldn’t be blamed for the stupid principles of annoying Sixth Formers who got between her and the textbook she should have collected yesterday.
She hadn’t meant to fight him, but he’d stood there looking down at her in his blazer and tie being all priggish and prefect-ly, so she’d tugged hard on his tie and its ridiculous, shiny Prefect pin, at which point he’d tried to push her out of the library. She’d protested by hitting him with the nearest book, and after that it had devolved into a satisfyingly undignified scrabble and even if it had been short and she’d lost, it had been worth it to see Edward Iveson knocked right off his snooty high horse. Except that Mr Harrington had come down the corridor in time to catch the tail end of it, and here they were: lined up against the wall like suspects in a police parade, awaiting execution.
It was worse for Edward, to be fair. He had more to lose and Sixth Formers weren’t supposed to fight Third Formers, let alone girls. She’d have to confess to her crimes. Julia leant back against the wall, relishing the tragedy of her impending martyrdom with hazy images of being sent to the guillotine on a cart dressed in a white nighty. Edward would regret not letting her have that book, then; he’d be racked with guilt forever.
“Beastly little brat,” said Edward, breaking into the melodrama in her mind. “Why couldn’t you have got that book at the proper time?”
Julia raised her head sharply. “I was going to own up, you know, but if you say things like that, I’ll sob and tell the head you twisted my wrist. Don’t think I won’t!”
“Well, you are,” Edward muttered.
“I wouldn’t be if some people weren’t mean and ignored other people in the corridors. All because said person is an almighty prefect who couldn’t deign to talk to a mere Third Former. I said hello when I passed you.”
“You are an impossible girl. I probably didn’t see you, that’s all. In any case, there’s no need to thwack me with a book and pull my nose.”
Julia disagreed.
***
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(These were originally meant to be a saturation drabble chain, but I soon realised they weren't going to be drabbles, so I just posted them one by one in case I couldn't get the whole thing done.)