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The Dorny's - 400 words
"DAD! DAD DAD DAAAAAAAAD!"

Graeme looked up from the paper that was in front of his face at the 5 year old that was running towards him. His brows stitched together in confusion as he turned to her, watching as she moved around the table, smirking at the fact that he could only see the top of her head until she was standing in front of him, out of breath.

"Daddy!"

"Abigail!"

Graeme mocked her exasperated tone, watching his daughter point out the door where she had just come from. "It's Jackson! He got stuck again!" "...please tell me you're joking." "But I'm not! He was trying to get the ball! Mummy told him to not get it, but-" "-but he's Jackson so he went anyway." She nodded her head and placed her hands on his knees and jumped up and down. “We gotta do something!” “Where’s your Mum?” “She’s outside trying to calm down Jackson because he’s stuck, aaaand…oh! Oh yeah, she told me-, she told me to tell you she left her wand on the counter.” His eyes moved over to focus in on Giada’s wand, sighing lightly as he rose to his feet, reaching down so his daughter could take his hand. “Come on, let’s go get your brother.”

The two of them made their way over to Jackson, Abigail practically pulling her Dad as she walked towards her brother. Graeme couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his son hanging out of the fence with his arm and his leg out of sight on the other side. “You’re so stupid Jackson.” “I AM NOT! SHUT UP! DAD SHE CALLED ME STUPID!” “MUM! HE TOLD ME TO SHUT UP!” Graeme looked down at Giada who was trying to get him to stop squirming looking very flustered and worried. “You are in so much trouble, mister! I told you to not go near the fence!” He really was trying not to laugh as he pulled his wand out of his pocket and knelt down. “Hold still, Jack.” Pointing at the fence, he muttered a spell that caused the Fence to expand, allowing him to step out onto their side of the fence, brushing himself off before he gave a gasp of realization, the fence already closed back to normal size. “OH, I FORGOT THE BALL!”

“Jackson! NO! We’ll get it lat-…”

“….He’s so stupid!”

“I AM NOT!”