Fandom: Professor Layton
Word Count: 619
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton. Or his top-hat of awesome.
Teaser: Having grown up the way she did, Flora missed out on a lot of childhood fun.
“You’ve never been anywhere like this?” Luke said incredulously. They had just closed and locked the doors of the Laytonmobile and were now making their way across the parking lot towards the main gates that led to the bustling fairgrounds.
“Well, there was the amusement park in town,” Flora replied, her hands fidgeting absently and toying with the folds of her skirt. “But there weren’t this many people there. It was usually just me there…” She trailed off and looked down.
“That doesn’t sound like very much fun,” Luke said.
Layton said nothing, but merely gave Flora a sympathetic look. It did, indeed, sound very lonely.
Neither Layton nor his apprentice had been to an amusement park in quite some time. Their singular experience in St. Mystere, being chased down by a renegade Ferris wheel controlled by a deranged madman with a mysterious grudge bent on destroying the Professor? It was the sort of thing that did not make one terribly eager to return to such a place again.
Which is why they both started shaking when, after they had paid and entered the fairgrounds, Flora turned to them and gave them entreating looks. “Can we go on the Ferris wheel today? Please? It was always one of my favorite rides.”
It was the Professor who screwed up his nerve first and nodded. “Of course, Flora.”
Luke looked a little less than convinced. This conversation reminded him suspiciously of the time Flora had asked and received permission to cook dinner for the three of them one night. The result of that meal had been disastrous: Layton had spent three full days convinced he was a pencil. To this day, he still looked a bit nervous whenever he heard a whirring noise or anything that even remotely sounded like a pencil sharpener.
But he had been taught to be a gentleman. So when they got on the Ferris wheel and rode it to the top, he said nothing. He just held onto the pole in the center of the carriage for dear life, ignoring the Professor’s knowing look and Flora’s confused stare. Let them gape. He didn’t like these things, and was visibly relieved to get his feet back on the ground.
The rest of the rides were less frightening, as none of them had ever intentionally tried to kill any of them. And it was a surprise to discover that Flora Reinhold loved roller coasters. They rode the biggest, most fearsome roller coaster in the park, and Flora came off happy and cheering and saying that they should go again, a suggestion that Luke readily agreed to.
Layton, on the other hand, looked a little green around the gills after the third ride.
It was after the two children had gone on their sixth trip through the roller coaster line (Layton had opted to sit those last few out) that they professed hunger. And though neither would admit to being tired, Luke was starting to yawn, and Flora looked happy, but exhausted. The three found a bench and some vendors. Layton had a funnel cake, while Luke buried his face in popcorn, and Flora wound up with a pink ball of cotton candy that was almost twice as big as her head. And they just sat and watched the people go by, and the sun starting to set.
“Professor? Luke?” Flora said around mouthfuls of her rapidly-vanishing cotton candy. She gave them both a genuine smile. “Thank you so much for today. This was wonderful.”
For a moment, everything in the world seemed as sweet as the treat in her hand.
She then had to slap Luke’s hand away from her cotton candy, and the status quo was restored.