[The Bitty Meme]

[fairbrook]

The Bitty Meme

 

Time to re-explore that childhood (or get one for the first time). Rules are as simple as usual!

 

૪ Post up your character- name and canon.

૪ When replying to someone's post, go and RNG for option one, and see just how conscious you'll be of the trouble you're in.

૪ You can hit it up further for options 1-11 of wat do, and then, let it rip!

૪ Cue crack, hilarity, fluff, angst- a full spectrum of genres.

૪ ????

૪ PROFIT!

 

 

 

You're Just An:

 

1. Adult mind in the wrong body - looks like you really shouldn't have drank that potion, after all! Better hope nobody sees you like this, and that the effects aren't permanent...

2. Adorable bitty all rounder - Maybe it was an accident, maybe not. But your size is your age, with all the mental attributes that come with it.

Okay, So Wat Do?:

1. Back to school! First day back, middle of term with a small bullying problem? Time for your bitty to get some edumacation. Play with some friends or get the teacher involved! If your adult instincts are still all there, maybe you could play yourself up as a child genius; who knows? Someone might catch you out...

2. It's adventure time!~ Them kids have all the imagination. Quickly! Your damsel in distress needs rescuing from the dragon! It's time to kiss the bride! Play time has no rules, and neither does this prompt- except for curfew. Mother dearest always said to be back before dark.

3. Gots a boo boo! Oh dear, looks like someone's gone and skinned their knee. This requires a serious operation of silly jokes and coddling, before those tears start to fall and never seem to stop.

4. I think I love you! Young love is just so beautiful. Maybe you're pulling pigtails, so to speak. Maybe you have a crush on your teacher, and you just HAVE to get it out there. The clearest sign of love is always a note, however- just make sure to make that 'yes' box really big, so they know exactly where to tick.

5. They went away. We all lose loved ones, sometimes. Maybe the rents have just split, maybe your best friend is moving away. Maybe the only reply that can really be given is that "they're in heaven now, sweetheart". Whatever the reason, they're just not there, and you want to know why.

6. Off to the circus! Or the theme park. Or the aquarium. It's babies day out, with all the crack, fluff, and panic inducing moments implied. Pet a lion! Go on the Ferris wheel! Just try not to lose your adult companion, or things could become dicey.

7. You're in big doo-doo, mister. You missed curfew by ten minutes. Your Sunday best is covered in mud and god knows what else, and you let rip that new swear word you picked up from that friend you're not allowed to play with. You bet your ass you'll be in the naughty corner for weeks.

8. Big ball of FUBAR. You went and got yourself lost, at no fault of your own. The big kids pushed you down the well, and left you there. All you know is you're in a huge amount of trouble, and a little kindness is going to have to go a long way to get you safe.

9. Go the fuck to sleep. Dreamland is good, trust me. No really- don't get out of bed, you're fine right. There. Its time for bed, or to prepare for it! Bath time doesn't mean run down the halls naked, but if you catch a quick break, I'm sure you can achieve great things.

10. Time to shine! This is your big moment, right here. That dance recital you've been working hard on, the Christmas play, and you're the tree. This is a big point in your life, a time where you can show off your skills and make history! This is it. You're making it happen.

11. Choose your own adventure! Re-roll, or get out another idea that appeals to you.

Comments

[thebreakingwave]

"You need more than two; they need to match. I got in trouble at school when I didn't have matching ones." Dudley had lost shoe from two different pairs and, as always, Harry had the leftovers. It didn't really work out too well, but Vernon said that he had tried his best with the boy.

"And I did. He lives in a toadhole. It's not bad. If you're a toad, I suppose. No one can eat you there." It's not too difficult to untangle him from the brambles, he'd just gotten caught and then struggled so that he couldn't reach it himself. Harry had been too worried to call and ask for help, but his plan hadn't really gone beyond what to do once he was missed. Being missed was still a bit of a novelty. "He's got good toad eyes. A nice colour, I think, but he'll pee if you pick him up."

[thole]

"It certainly wouldn't do to have two left ones," Remus retorts about the shoes, although he made note about the 'getting in trouble' comment himself. Something wells up within him, and though he has very little to give of himself, he would give Harry the world, if he could.

"Ah. That's the trouble with toads, I'm afraid," Remus says, finishing the untangling and reaching to take Harry's scarf off of the boy and into his hands. Yeah, this is definitely going to need a good Reparo. "They have a tendency to do that. And yet they still make very nice pets. Or so I'm told." Remus straightens and holds out his hand for Harry to take, so they might walk together back to the cottage. His eyes are giving Harry a once-over. Once they're inside and he's removed the boy's jacket, he'll be sure to see that any cuts or scratches are tended to. For the moment, though, he's got a little boy to soothe. "Do you like toads, then, Harry?" he asks, gently.

[thebreakingwave]

With one last snuffle he wipes his face with the back of his hand and then, after looking at Remus, tries to be subtle as he wipes that hand on his trousers before going back to the cottage with Remus. (Ah, the joys of damp, small people.)

"I do. They're very good, I think. Quiet, nice. I think most pets are good, but I wouldn't want a cat." If he had a toad, Harry is sure the he would be good company. They sit a lot, they don't ever make trouble, and they're just sort of pleasant.

[thole]

It's alright, Harry. Remus can withstand some tears and snot here and there. He has to deal with blood and werewolf slobber on a regular basis. Comparatively, tears and snot are nothing.

"What kind of pets do you like the most then?" he asks, trying to engage Harry in the train of the conversation, trying to gauge the child's interests and also figure out whether suggesting they might get one for him would be a good idea or not. "If you could pick any pet to have, that is."

[thebreakingwave]

"I don't know, but I do think that spiders don't count as pets. Not even when they're big."

He frowns, clearly thinking about what sort of pet would be good to have, and immediately discounts a few. No cats because people throw rocks at them. No dogs because they're too big. No hamsters because they're always in a cage and smell like wee.

"Maybe a newt? Or...oh, a hermit crab!" They have little shells and they walk around on tiny beaches. "Do you think it's too cold for them?"

[thole]

"Oh, I imagine that there are spells that might help with that, if it is," Remus reassures Harry, as the pair of them make their way in the cottage. Remus hadn't even had a chance to shut and lock the door behind him properly when he'd run out after the boy, it was good that the warding on the place was so ridiculously tight.

Once they're inside, Remus turns and kneels in front of Harry, placing the tattered scarf on the table by the door before reaching for the buttons of Harry's coat. Harry is big enough to do this on his own, but Remus is feeling a little undone. It's so early in their living together, he doesn't want to ruin this. "Can you tell if you're hurt anywhere, Harry?" he asks, softly. "Those brambles were awfully sharp and prickly."

[thebreakingwave]

"Even if I had to let him go?" They can't very well knit a little scarf and hat for a hermit crab and Harry is fairly sure that they live somewhere warm. He'd seen a tank for one and it had a plastic palm tree, so that means they live somewhere nice.

As Remus gets his coat off, it's clear that Harry is a bit scratched up, but there's nothing seriously wrong. Most of the damage is to his clothing and not him. "No, I'm okay. S'nothing bad, not really. I just couldn't get out and I didn't want to make a bigger mess."

[thole]

"Let him go?" Remus asks, not quite sure what Harry means by that comment.

Remus is getting that Harry's mostly okay, save for some cuts that are at this point not even bleeding anymore anyway. He takes his coat and moves to hang it by the door, before turning back to Harry. "Harry. Why didn't you call for me sooner?" he asks, gently.

[thebreakingwave]

"When I have to go back, I wouldn't take him with me. It's not fair to do that to a crab. Dudley'd step on him so fast." Harry is pretty sure that's a good reason not to get a pet now or ever. He likes toads and crabs and newts and birds and beetles and pretty much everything except hamsters, but he wouldn't even wish Dudley on a hamster.

"I thought I could get out on my own. I didn't want to be any trouble. I'm really, really sorry. I'll wash myself up and go to my room and sit quietly, making no noise at all, okay?"

[thole]

"When you have to..." Remus repeats, trying to figure out what Harry means, before Dudley's name is mentioned and then it hits him, and his heart gives another lurch. A lurch that is further aided by Harry going on to offer to sit in his room and make no noise and how he is so very sorry that he was trouble because he didn't ask for help and Remus feels like he could cry. This is Harry. This is James and Lily's son. Remus had babysat for him, when he was little, and he had been a happy baby. He had had everything he could have wanted. He was so loved. And then the world had gone to shit and, oh Harry, what had happened to you?

He moves to kneel down in front of Harry, reaching to put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Harry," he says softly. "You don't ever need to go back to them again, do you understand?" he asks. "Never. Not if you don't want to. And you don't ever need to go sit in your room quietly. Not unless I explicitly tell you to. Do you understand, Harry?"

[thebreakingwave]

Harry doesn't hang his head or look away. Instead, he looks up, meeting Remus straight on, and in as serious a voice as he can manage tell hims the truth, "You can't promise that. Not really. I know they don't want me back, and I really don't want to go back, but ..." But it's all so nice here in the cottage with Remus and he just doesn't trust it.

"And you're the first nice person ever, but they'll find us or this'll be a joke and then I'll be back in the cupboard and I can't bring a crab."

[thole]

Remus meets his gaze quietly for a long moment, before he nods. "No, I can't promise that you won't have to go back," he confirms, quietly. "But I can promise you that I will do everything I can to make sure that you don't have to." He wants to tell Harry how his parents were his dearest friends, that he couldn't imagine letting anything bad happen to him, that it's not some sort of duty or obligation that is making him feel this way but the desire to do right by Harry himself. A little boy that deserves so much better than what he has gotten so far.

"And I promise to you that I'm not joking, either. For as long as you want to be here with me," he says meeting Harry's very serious gaze with his own. "I'm just happy that you're here."

[thebreakingwave]

Brace yourself, Remus. You're about to have a small, determine child barrel into you and cling/hug for all he's worth.

"I'm really happy too and, and if they do come, if they want to make us go away, then we can just go to Africa." Which is presumably as far as away as they can go and whoever 'they' are, they won't find them and make either of them go back to their previous lives. "Or Brazil. There's really good birds there. I saw a show."