Quidditch Windswept

[icarus]

Inspired by this drawing by kiss_me_hard

Quidditch Windswept


He'd come to the window to tell Draco to put on his coat.

The wind scattered autumn leaves and battered the trees, made the windows shudder. It was misty and warm. Lucius didn't need an oracle charm to know a storm was brewing. But outside, the boy, his shirt untucked, spun and spun. The Snitch they'd bought him last Christmas was clutched in his hands as he dove about the green lawn, pale hair flying. He leaped, and rolled on the grass -- and then held it up triumphantly.

Lucius smiled and chuckled, his shoulders relaxed. He sipped his tea, and gave his son his moment in front of all his imaginary Quidditch fans.


ETA: See here for the difference between what a father sees and the truth.

Comments

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I want to finish my thought here...

So it's not really a drabble of that picture, but sort of a frame for it, a picture outside the picture. That's why we're looking through a window, cut off from Draco's experience of the wind, etc.

Icarus

[thistlefinch.livejournal.com]

I think the idea that Lucius is seeing what he wants to makes this so much more...melancholy? I love that you expanded on the picture like by creating layers like that. From my own perspective, knowing what Draco might actually be thinking, and then finding out how Lucius might see the scene makes it just a little more heart-wrenching.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I am so delighted you stopped by to read it and liked it. I don't pretend to know what you had in mind for Draco's feelings in the picture, so I think that's why I stood outside as an observer. And then Lucius appeared, also watching. With his own ideas.

Icarus