Advent drabble #11 - Writing Letters
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snapealinaWelcome to another Harry Potter/Rammstein crossover day
Today's fic features: Remus/Richard
Prompt: letter writing
Words: pita bread, headache, Selbuvott
Writing Letters
“Vatt are you doing?” Richard stood in the doorway of Remus' room eating a stuffed pita bread.
“I'm writing a thank-you letter.” Remus said and continued writing on the parchment in front of him.
“A vatt?” Richard walked into his room and Remus sighed. He didn't need this right now. When he had needed to get away from the magical world for a little while, the add in the newspaper about the vacant room at a big mansion in Germany had seemed tempting. He had not expected that he would live with six German rockers who didn't understand the word 'privacy'.
“A thank-you letter,” Remus repeated. “A girl I know in Norway sent me these beautiful hand-made mittens and I want to thank her.”
Richard picked up the mittens.
“Don't get food stains on them,” Remus jumped up and tore them out of Richard's hands.
“No need to get so mad, I vas only looking.”
“But they are special. It's called Selbuvott and look at that complicated pattern, it must have taken her hours to make these.”
“So?” Richard asked.
“So I don't want to get tomato sauce on them, or whatever it is that you have in that bread of yours.”
“But vy are you writing a letter? Vy don't you send an e-mail?”
“A what?” Remus asked.
“E-mail,” Richard repeated. “You don't know vatt e-mail is?”
Remus shook his head.
Richard laughed. “Vere have you been ze last fifteen years? You send a message through a computer. It's fast and it's free! And you can type on ze keyboard instead of vasting time writing by hand. And vhy are you using a feather? Have you heard of a pen?”
“I like writing by hand, and with a quill.” Remus stated. “Besides, it doesn't cost anything to send my letter either, and it's quite fast too.”
“Vatt do you mean?” Richard was confused. “You haff to go to ze post office and buy a stamp and zen it takes days or veeks before ze letter get zere. Especially if you're sending it all ze vay to Norway.”
“I have my own methods of sending mail, thank you.” Remus simply said and continued writing.
“Like vatt?” Richard demanded.
“That's really none of your business.” Remus answered. “Now if you don't mind, I'm getting a headache, and I have to finish this letter, so I would appreciate if you would give me some PRIVACY!”
Richard suddenly found himself on the outside of a locked door without knowing exactly how it had happened. That Remus person was a strange man.
Today's fic features: Remus/Richard
Prompt: letter writing
Words: pita bread, headache, Selbuvott
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or names you can recognize. I'm just having fun and I'm not making any money from it!
Writing Letters
“Vatt are you doing?” Richard stood in the doorway of Remus' room eating a stuffed pita bread.
“I'm writing a thank-you letter.” Remus said and continued writing on the parchment in front of him.
“A vatt?” Richard walked into his room and Remus sighed. He didn't need this right now. When he had needed to get away from the magical world for a little while, the add in the newspaper about the vacant room at a big mansion in Germany had seemed tempting. He had not expected that he would live with six German rockers who didn't understand the word 'privacy'.
“A thank-you letter,” Remus repeated. “A girl I know in Norway sent me these beautiful hand-made mittens and I want to thank her.”
Richard picked up the mittens.
“Don't get food stains on them,” Remus jumped up and tore them out of Richard's hands.
“No need to get so mad, I vas only looking.”
“But they are special. It's called Selbuvott and look at that complicated pattern, it must have taken her hours to make these.”
“So?” Richard asked.
“So I don't want to get tomato sauce on them, or whatever it is that you have in that bread of yours.”
“But vy are you writing a letter? Vy don't you send an e-mail?”
“A what?” Remus asked.
“E-mail,” Richard repeated. “You don't know vatt e-mail is?”
Remus shook his head.
Richard laughed. “Vere have you been ze last fifteen years? You send a message through a computer. It's fast and it's free! And you can type on ze keyboard instead of vasting time writing by hand. And vhy are you using a feather? Have you heard of a pen?”
“I like writing by hand, and with a quill.” Remus stated. “Besides, it doesn't cost anything to send my letter either, and it's quite fast too.”
“Vatt do you mean?” Richard was confused. “You haff to go to ze post office and buy a stamp and zen it takes days or veeks before ze letter get zere. Especially if you're sending it all ze vay to Norway.”
“I have my own methods of sending mail, thank you.” Remus simply said and continued writing.
“Like vatt?” Richard demanded.
“That's really none of your business.” Remus answered. “Now if you don't mind, I'm getting a headache, and I have to finish this letter, so I would appreciate if you would give me some PRIVACY!”
Richard suddenly found himself on the outside of a locked door without knowing exactly how it had happened. That Remus person was a strange man.