|Stephen Cornfoot - Project - G
||[Jun. 11th, 2006|12:11 pm]
Ravenclaw 20 Challenge Community
Character(s): Stephen Cornfoot, feat. Cornfoot family, Mandy Brocklehurst
Prompt: #17 - Struggling
Word Count: 500... Yay! Clean. :D
Notes: It’s the summer after their seventh year and Stephen’s attempting to ease his boredom. If I end up finishing the challenge with this type of fics, I'm going to have to see a dentist. ^^;
He couldn’t get it right. No matter how many times he tried, he still couldn’t perfect it.
It was rather simple. Basic, even. But he just Couldn’t. Get. It. Done.
He could use some sort of charm so it’d be over and done with. But he wanted to do it without the aid of magic. Besides, he didn’t want to risk messing it all the more if he did.
Grumbling, he set about the task again, coaching himself that he’d be able to do it right this time. That he’d be ready to present it after all the hard work and perseverance he exerted not just once, not even twice, but lots of times.
He could hear his sister snickering in the background and he threw her an annoyed look which only fueled her into laughter. His mother had been offering to help but he had promised himself that he’d do it alone. And by Merlin’s beard, he will! He even heard his father comment what a stubborn head he had to his mother.
He didn’t care what they thought of him. All he cared was finishing this project. So he could at least say that he managed to do it once, and very well done, too.
He was almost through as all he had to do now was wait. He didn’t notice the mess he accomplished while he was doing it and he was just noticing now. He mentally winced at what his mother would say.
Letting out a whoop of joy, he looked at his masterpiece and he congratulated himself. It was better. Much better.
Setting it inside the box, he announced that he’d be gone for a few minutes to deliver the finished project.
Hr rang the doorbell.
“Hey, Corn-o. What are you doing here?” Mandy asked as she opened the door wider to let him in.
Stephen shook his head. “I only dropped by to give this. I made it myself,” he said proudly, offering the box to her.
Head tilted in curiosity, she accepted it and opened the lid. Her eyes went wide, her mouth slightly open and she looked up at him.
“It’s your favorite,” he told her.
“Um, yeah. Chocolate cake. Er… Thanks, Stephen,” Mandy managed to get out as she swallowed nervously then smiled at him. She hastily put the lid back on.
Stephen grinned. “I knew you’d like it. Well, later.” And with that, he was gone.
Mandy closed the door and opened the box again before erupting into giggles. She couldn’t even begin to describe how the cake looked. She placed the box on the kitchen table and got out a fork, getting ready to taste the baked good.
A bit hesitantly, she nicked a small piece and placed it into her mouth. She chewed it slowly, trying to get a feel of the taste, before she completely blanched and ran to the sink.
If they ever end up together, she’d be sure to keep Stephen away from the kitchen.