DOUBLE DRABBLE: Come Again... (Bunter and Teddy, gen)

[bronze_ribbons]

This is for marginaliana, who prompted me with "Bunter" and "storytelling." 200 words.

Come Again, That I May Cease to Mourn



When Bunter first sets eyes on Teddy Lupin, he momentarily thinks senility has overtaken his mind: Lord Peter has been dead for over thirty years, and none of his descendants have inherited the famous Wimsey hands. To see Teddy gesture with them as he tells a story about his "uncle" Draco, his hair blond and an odd smile on his lips -- it reminds Bunter of a thousand evenings at Tallboys, his lordship deftly weaving together strands of Donne and strains of Dowland with his own clever, fluent nonsense to entertain the children and enchant her ladyship.

Those had been magical years, in the Muggle sense of the word. Bunter had known he missed them, but seeing Teddy makes him realise how deeply he misses having a proper audience for his skills. As Teddy’s hands cast entrancing shadows on the walls -- here a rabbit, there a kneazle -- Bunter makes some inquiries.

When Teddy finally Floos home, Bunter's in the library, waiting. He immediately whisks the soot off of Teddy’s robes and hands him a mug of hot chocolate.

"Thank you," Teddy murmurs. "I see the stories about you are true."

"I look forward to verifying the ones about you," Bunter replies.

Comments

[bronze_ribbons.insanejournal.com]

Would it help, that I see this taking place around ten years from now? Sayers has several passages about young men in their twenties being idiots, so I figure on Teddy being thirty before he has the wit, confidence, and connections to manuever himself and Bunter into the same orbit.

[(Anonymous)]

*breathes* That's OK, then. And Bunter can have some magical blood and thus still be alive.

[bronze_ribbons.insanejournal.com]

Bunter so totally has magical blood. I figure it explains his preternatural talents at cooking and drawer-lining, never mind the other exigencies of lordship- and ladyship-tending.