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Title: The Little Things that Matter
Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat
Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley
Prompt: Quill, Portrait, and Silent
Lysander had always been talkative.
He loved being the center of attention, loved to crack jokes, and just loved to be loud. The boy would yell for no reason, he'd sing just to make a sound, and make noises when everyone else was being silent. . . .
But if there was one thing that could keep Lysander silent (well maybe two), was a quill and a piece of parchment.
When Luna discovered that Lysander liked to draw (and was fairly good at it), she had been so excited. George remembered she came home from work one day, heavy with a box of parchment, quills, and paint for Lysander to experiment with.
They often would draw together, Luna and Lysander.
George remembered this one time his son shocked him, before they realized how much he liked to draw. It had been a Christmas break and the twins had just turned fourteen. Roxanne and Fred were both gone, having moved out of the house, and Lysander and Lorcan finally had their own rooms.
Lorcan, Luna, and George were downstairs talking and laughing. Lysander came down the stairs, moving to the fireplace where a family portrait hung above the mantel. "Mind if I borrow this?" he asked, grabbing the portrait. "Thanks!"
With that he had run back up the stairs to his room. Luna and George had exchanged glances but didn't think anything about it.
Later that night, however, while the three of them (still Lorcan, Luna, and George) had been playing Exploding Snap, Lysander had come down the stairs looking frustrated. "Can you guys keep it down?"
They had all looked up at him, surprised. He had shaken his head as he made his way back up the stairs. "Some people. Is it so hard to ask for a little peace and quiet every once in a while?"
His door closed with a slam and George had exchanged another glance with his wife. "I'll go check on him."
George jogged up the stairs to Lysander's room, knocking lightly on the door before pushing it open. "Hey, kiddo, you okay?"
For the first time in his entire life, Lysander wasn't speaking. He was so focused on whatever he was doing that he didn't even acknowledge his father walking into his room. He sat at his desk now, his head down and intent, the family portrait hung up on the wall. In his right hand, his quill, a blue and black long feathered one, scratched quickly and lightly. He looked up at the portrait before back down to the desk.
George took the quiet moment to study the boy's room, a smile coming to his face. Inked pictures lined the wall, just like they had in Luna's room when they had lived in the flat.
"When you do all this?" George asked.
Still concentrating in front of him, Lysander shrugged. "Recently, couple months ago, last year."
So they were accumulated pictures then. George walked quietly over to the desk, peering over his son's shoulder. "Whoa," he muttered.
Lysander had created almost a perfect replica of their family portrait using only ink and a quill and it was really, really good.
"What made you do this?" George asked.
Again, Lysander shrugged. "Just had the sudden urge too."
Finally he looked up at his dad, looking slightly worried. "I'll put the portrait back if you want."
George shook his head. "No, no, it looks good! You – you keep working on it as long as it takes."
Lysander nodded, smiling before going back to his work. George cleared his throat. "How come you didn't tell us you liked to draw?"
Lysander sighed, sticking the quill behind his ear. "I didn't think it was the kind of thing guys did you know? I'm not the coolest guy in school you know but I do have a reputation to keep up being a Weasley and Beater for the Gryffindors. If Rufus Goyle found my sketch book he'd have a field day."
"You shouldn't be embarrassed," George told him with a smile. "It just means you have talent. Your mum tried to show me how to sketch and I was horrible at it. Besides," George added, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Girls find boys who can draw very cool."
Lysander grinned. "Thanks dad."
"No problem. I'll leave it to you." George rustled his hair before going back down stairs.
That quill always stayed with Lysander now, tucked behind his ear and the portrait he drew was hung up in the living room.
A/N: Hope you liked it! See you next time!