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Art & Drabble: November
My entry for the Pure-Blood Prince Fest at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
e_prince_snape, and cross-posted there...
Title: November
Author/Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sigune
Rating: G
Pairing(s)/character(s): Eileen Prince (& Tobias Snape)
Challenge: Pure-blood Prince fest. My prompt was #63, "photograph".
Summary: In November 1959, Tobias Snape gets it into his head to take a photograph of his wife.
Warnings: none whatsoever.
Notes: I signed up for art, but ended up writing a 100-word drabble alongside it :).
November
When he entered the house whistling, Eileen groaned. He had fixed the thing, as he had said he would. She knew there was no escape now.
“Go on, into the light with you!” Tobias ordered, triumphantly waving the old camera at her.
“Sentimental nonsense,” Eileen muttered; but she hoisted herself out of her chair, and pulled on a coat and hat against the crisp November cold.
Once outside, watching her husband fidget with the camera, she could not stop a faint smile of amusement from curling her mouth. Very well, then. But she refused to look at the stupid birdie.
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e_prince_snape, and cross-posted there...Title: November
Author/Artist:
siguneRating: G
Pairing(s)/character(s): Eileen Prince (& Tobias Snape)
Challenge: Pure-blood Prince fest. My prompt was #63, "photograph".
Summary: In November 1959, Tobias Snape gets it into his head to take a photograph of his wife.
Warnings: none whatsoever.
Notes: I signed up for art, but ended up writing a 100-word drabble alongside it :).
November
When he entered the house whistling, Eileen groaned. He had fixed the thing, as he had said he would. She knew there was no escape now.
“Go on, into the light with you!” Tobias ordered, triumphantly waving the old camera at her.
“Sentimental nonsense,” Eileen muttered; but she hoisted herself out of her chair, and pulled on a coat and hat against the crisp November cold.
Once outside, watching her husband fidget with the camera, she could not stop a faint smile of amusement from curling her mouth. Very well, then. But she refused to look at the stupid birdie.