I like to think maybe Robbie has some strength to his frame from messing around with so many metal parts and dragging around giant canons and everything else he does that in a moment of emergency he just picks up Sportakook (bridal or over his shoulder, either way) and runs for dear life instead of Sportanerd grabbing him and everyone is confused and Sportacute is flustered because no one has carried him since he was a young babe and Robbie is confused as of why Sportaflop is so red and– yea… but
We need more Stronger-than-we-thought-he-was Robbie Rotten
“Oh, Malfoy.” Draco looked up to see Harry, nearly an hour late, standing in the doorway of Andromeda’s kitchen. “You’re still here.”
“No, actually I’m not here.” Draco said dryly as his eyes went back to his book. “This is just your imagination acting up. Tell me again Potter, why do you fantasize about a pissed off Draco Malfoy in your cousin’s kitchen?”
Teddy snorted and looked up from his History of magic homework as his hair turned from red to light blue. “Wow, my cool uncle and my fun uncle in the same room. It’s just like that crossover episode between icarly and Victorious.” He looked from Harry to Draco and back. “Wicked.”
“Well, since your funny uncle has arrived I’ll get cracking. Try not to die while I’m gone.” Draco stood up and gathered his coat, book and phone. Then however, he stopped, because Harry was still blocking the doorway and he had no plans to walk up to him and have an awkward which-way-shall-we-go moment. Harry, however, didn’t look like he was going anywhere anytime soon.
“You think you’re the cool uncle?” There was an undertone of pity in his amused comment, and hearing it sent a wave of nausea through Draco’s stomach. He didn’t know where that had come from, but he knew he wanted to leave. Now.
“I don’t think, I know. Ever heard of that word Potter? It means you’re actually certain of something before you blurt it out. Now move out of the way I have better things to do than sit around here all day while you’re neglecting Ted.” He stepped forward, in sync with Harry stepping sideways. Not to let him through, but to block his way out even further.
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Every hint of amusement had melted away from his green eyes, and what was left now wasn’t pity, but anger.
“What that means is that you ought to start acting like a responsible adult and become a person Teddy can actually rely on.” Where Harry’s eyes were gleaming with fire, Draco’s eyes glittered with ice. Anyone but Harry would have trembled under the stone cold look he shot him.
“Well excuse me Malfoy, but last time I checked I had a job that sometimes runs late while you sit on your arse all day doing nothi-” Crack. With a loud snap Harry’s glasses froze and the glass inside them broke. Not a second later Draco shoved him out of the way and stalked towards the fire.
“What the fuck Malfoy?!” Harry spun around towards the now blurry figure of Draco and stared at it with bafflement, though that was quickly overcome with anger.
“Surprise surprise Potter, you’re not the only one with powerful accidental magic.” He grabbed some floo powder and stepped into the heart. “Next time try to use some of those grey cells of yours before you open the sinkhole on your face.”
Then, with a swirl of green flames, he was gone.
“And that’s why he’s the cool uncle.” Came Teddy’s voice from the kitchen. Harry frustratedly tried to run a hand through his hair. Tried, because it was frozen solid.
Jyn and Cassian spring apart, so abruptly
Jyn makes a sound like a startled animal and Cassian almost falls off the pilot’s seat, as if that would be good enough to erase what Bodhi had seen when he stormed into the cockpit.
“Can you guys save this for later? Like when you have a room?” Bodhi continues, fully aware of the red rising in Jyn’s cheeks, matching the angry looking marks on her neck. He loved teasing new couples.
“Is everyone okay? I heard a lot of noise for a person delivering a status report to two peo- oh Jyn, your body temperature is rising rapidly,” Kay leans in the the doorway.
“I’m fine, Kay,” Jyn snarls.
“You don’t look fine.”
“She’s fine Kay. Bodhi, take Kay back with you.”
“You don’t look fine either, Cassian. Your heart rate is much higher than your normal resting rate, and your face is incredibly pale. Should I administer treatment for shock?” Kay continues. Bodhi couldn’t tell if Kay was doing it on purpose, but couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Kay. We’re good. Go take Bodhi with you to check the inventory. We’re set for landing soon.”
“Actually, Cassian, we still have approximately two standard hours bef-”
“Kay.” Cassian looks pained.
“Let’s go,” Bodhi says, pulling Kay by the arm, failing to hide the smirk on his face. “He knows how to get Jyn back to normal, right Cass?” Jyn looks mortified.
“I don’t think his methods would be better than mine,” Kay replies and Bodhi doubles over with laughter. Cassian glares at Bodhi as he and the droid head back to the hold.
New couples, man. Wait till Luke heard about this one.