TITLE: Caged Canary
RATED: merely naughty Drusilla speak, implied impending violence
‘VERSES: HP, BtVS and AtS
DISC: Rowling owns HP, Joss owns BtVS. I own my laptop.
NOTES: Answer to the 200 word Odd Couple drabble challenge at TtH. Something tells me that these two would be a hysterical pair to watch. Call it AU for pre Chamber of Secrets and post Crush on BtVS. For the title art to this drabble, please click: Esme's Caged Canary Art
DEDICATION: For Lucinda, who always does the most interesting things with the most obscure characters.
“Wouldn’t you like to be my lovely new birdie?”
A raven haired lady stalked toward him at the far end of the bar dressed in ruby velvet. He turned and looked at her with puzzlement.
“We shall sing such wonderful things, you and I.” The woman blinked coquettishly and ran her fingers over his canary yellow robes. “After all, you are so very pretty.”
“Yes I rather am, aren’t I?” He preened and fluffed his hair, turning to admire himself in the mirror over the shelf. His mirror self nodded in approval, flashing pearly whites, and the soon to be professor of the Dark Arts at Hogwarts fairly swooned at his own reflection. Checking to see that his new lady friend was similarly impressed, he was startled to see she had no reflection. He shrieked in surprise.
She smiled, weaving her head back and forth, sniffing at his collar with delight. She pushed him further back into the shadows and the weight of her slender arm pinned him down.
“You will taste sweet my pompous prince, full of delicious lies and tasty half truths.” Her eyes glittered golden in the dim light. “Give your new mummy a kiss.”