Title: Plushies and Frogs
Disclaimer: I don’t own Card Captor Sakura or Harry Potter
Summary: “I am not a plushie!”
Author’s Notes: I’ve been trying to work with Ron more when I write. After a little playing around, this is all I’ve got and it’s more Neville than Ron.
Plushies and Frogs
“This was the quickest capture yet, and the Thunder is not an easy card to catch!”
“Kero, shut up! You’ll wake-”
“Ron, why is there a flying stuffed animal following you?”
“Um, it’s technically a plushie.”
“‘Kay. Why did you need your cloak to go to the bathroom?”
“I was cold.”
“Oh. Why does the plushie look like it’s gonna kill me? Is it working for Voldemort?”
Snickering. “Harry, you just asked if a plushie wants to kill you.” More snickering. “Go back to sleep, mate.”
“Uh huh.”
“Paranoid, much? And I am not a plushie! I am the great guardian-”
“Who fell asleep instead of doing his job!”
“Wha?”
“Quit tearing up his stuff, Kero. His chocolate frogs are under his socks in his trunk, and the key’s under his charms book.”
“I’m not a plushie.”
“You’re eating his stash. Be happy he didn’t see the staff or the cards and let the plushie thing go.”
“…”
“…”
“I’m not a plushie.”
“I’m never touching a book again.”
Neville cracked open his curtains. Just to check, mind you. He had had several strange dreams since starting Hogwarts, but this was the strangest. Talking toys? Cards? Staffs? It sounded like Ron had found the Clow Cards, and that just couldn’t be right. If anyone was unlucky enough to find those, it was Harry.
Peering out from behind his curtains, Neville blinked at what he saw. Stared. Blinked again. Just to make sure, he rubbed his eyes and stared some more
He wasn’t dreaming. There was a teddy bear plushie with wings flying around their dorm room, sucking down one of Harry’s chocolate frogs and grumbling about being called a plushie.
Whimpering, Neville let the curtain fall shut. Of all the people to have so much power, it was Ron. Neville liked Ron well enough, but he didn’t think Ron had the control to master the Clow Cards. Ron was every inch a Weasley, and the Weasley temper, Ron’s temper, was legendary. Neville gave it a week before the Slytherin second year dorms were flooded via the Rain Card because Malfoy had ticked Ron off.
Curling up under his blanket, Neville whimpered again. “I should’ve gone to Beauxbatons.”
“This was the quickest capture yet, and the Thunder is not an easy card to catch!”
“Kero, shut up! You’ll wake-”
“Ron, why is there a flying stuffed animal following you?”
“Um, it’s technically a plushie.”
“‘Kay. Why did you need your cloak to go to the bathroom?”
“I was cold.”
“Oh. Why does the plushie look like it’s gonna kill me? Is it working for Voldemort?”
Snickering. “Harry, you just asked if a plushie wants to kill you.” More snickering. “Go back to sleep, mate.”
“Uh huh.”
“Paranoid, much? And I am not a plushie! I am the great guardian-”
“Who fell asleep instead of doing his job!”
“Wha?”
“Quit tearing up his stuff, Kero. His chocolate frogs are under his socks in his trunk, and the key’s under his charms book.”
“I’m not a plushie.”
“You’re eating his stash. Be happy he didn’t see the staff or the cards and let the plushie thing go.”
“…”
“…”
“I’m not a plushie.”
“I’m never touching a book again.”
Neville cracked open his curtains. Just to check, mind you. He had had several strange dreams since starting Hogwarts, but this was the strangest. Talking toys? Cards? Staffs? It sounded like Ron had found the Clow Cards, and that just couldn’t be right. If anyone was unlucky enough to find those, it was Harry.
Peering out from behind his curtains, Neville blinked at what he saw. Stared. Blinked again. Just to make sure, he rubbed his eyes and stared some more
He wasn’t dreaming. There was a teddy bear plushie with wings flying around their dorm room, sucking down one of Harry’s chocolate frogs and grumbling about being called a plushie.
Whimpering, Neville let the curtain fall shut. Of all the people to have so much power, it was Ron. Neville liked Ron well enough, but he didn’t think Ron had the control to master the Clow Cards. Ron was every inch a Weasley, and the Weasley temper, Ron’s temper, was legendary. Neville gave it a week before the Slytherin second year dorms were flooded via the Rain Card because Malfoy had ticked Ron off.
Curling up under his blanket, Neville whimpered again. “I should’ve gone to Beauxbatons.”
Tags: ccs, crossover, gen, hp