cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2010-01-05 18:01:00

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Ally's Children Meme!
Name one of my characters' children and none or more of your characters' children, and I will write a drabble featuring them. If you have a specific child or prompt in mind, include that, too.

"/" = shipping and "+" = general fic

My Children!

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Claire + Grayson

cristina_lacosa
2010-01-08 03:44 pm UTC (link)

Claire loved Hogsmeade. She couldn't get enough of it, and even though she had cried and cried about not being able to go to Hogwarts, this totally made up for it. Well---for the time being. She was doing really awesome in her own school, while Seamus kept owling home about how hard everything was. Maybe she was lucky, then, she would not want to get her eyebrows burnt off.

The only thing bad about Hogsmeade was that she couldn't bring her dad. Her mum would call their trips 'girls day out' to keep from hurting any feelings, but Claire was sure her daddy knew that it meant 'some magical things involved.' It was strange--Claire couldn't perform magic, but she could at least enjoy its world. Her dad didn't get that, and it left the thirteen year old musing as she chewed on her sugar quill, staring into the window of Zonko's as she waited for her mother to stop talking to a friend she'd met on the street.

"You must be Fiona's daughter," a voice came from the side, of her, and Claire looked up. The man seemed vaguely familiar, but Claire couldn't place a name. He did know her mum though, and he was in Hogsmeade, so...

"Did you got to Hogwarts with her?" Claire asked, dropping her hand with the quill so she wasn't chewing like a goat. The man nodded, looking amused. He stared over Claire's head at Fiona, who had her back turned while she continued her conversation.

"Yes, for a few years. How old are you now, thirteen?"

"Yes!" Claire said, puffing up with pride. "How'd you know?"

"I was friendly with your mother around the time you were born--I actually helped her get to the hospital when she had your brother." Claire's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why don't I know who you are?"

The man's expression hardened, and he made to answer, but a little girl ran up and grabbed his hand roughly, "Daddy, I want some hot chocolate!" she sneered at Claire and continued to tug away at the man.

"Times change, I'm afraid," he answered.

"Grayson?" her mother's voice came from behind her, but the man simply waved as the little girl tugged him away. Fiona came around to look at Claire, suspicious.

"Was he talking to you?"

"He said he was your friend," Claire responded, sticking the sugar quill back into her mouth. Fiona shook her head and grabbed her daughter's arm, leading her the other way.

"We don't talk to wizards like that, Claire, we don't talk to strangers period..."

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	Re: Claire + Grayson osteological 2010-01-08 07:55 pm UTC (link)
	Bahahahahaha excellent. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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