hippocrat (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hippocrat) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} reawaken,@ 2009-07-15 18:18:00 |
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Who: Adrian, Pansy and Aaron
Where: Out and about on Diagon Alley
When: Tuesday Evening (Backdated because I fail)
Why: A very strange date night
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
"Aaron Liam Pucey!" Adrian called out as he chased his son, trying to get him to put his shoes on. Aaron was simply having none of that. He didn't want to wear his nice shoes, he wanted to wear his quidditch trainers. Adrian finally caught up with him, snagging him around the waist and dragging him to the couch to put his shoes on.
"But Dad, why do I need to wear nice shoes? You never make me wear nice shoes when we go see Uncle Marc and Aunt Daphne." The little boy seemed highly put out that his father was making him wear semi-nice robes and good shoes. "And can I get ice cream?"
Adrian nodded, tying his shoes and casting a charm on them to keep them tied and on his feet. "If you are nice to Miss Parkinson and remember your manners, you can have ice cream or cake. But not both." Adrian ran his fingers through his dark hair and looked down at his own slightly rumpled robes. He cast a quick anti-wrinkle charm and grabbed his son's hand. "I am very serious, Aaron. I need you to behave tonight." Adrian was very fond of Pansy, and he really was quite afraid his rambunctious, too smart for his own good son would scare her off. Aaron was a good kid, but he had a tendency to overwhelm those who weren't experienced with children.
Adrian had been a lonely wizard for many years. Forced into a loveless marriage, his only joy had been the birth of Aaron. Most witches didn't want much to do with him once they heard he had a preschooler at home. Not that he could blame most of them. After all, there were plenty of pureblood men looking for good wives, why pick one with baggage like Adrian had. Still, he had an amazing time with Pansy, and he hoped she would be willing to at least try. He also hoped Aaron liked her, though as beautiful and amazing as she was, Adrian couldn't see how she wouldn't.
He picked up the bouquet of flowers he had purchased earlier and then picked up his son. "Now, remember, when Miss Parkinson answers the door, hand her the flowers." Aaron nodded and Adrian apparated them both to the door of her flat. He set Aaron down, and handed him the flowers before knocking on the door.
Where: Out and about on Diagon Alley
When: Tuesday Evening (Backdated because I fail)
Why: A very strange date night
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
"Aaron Liam Pucey!" Adrian called out as he chased his son, trying to get him to put his shoes on. Aaron was simply having none of that. He didn't want to wear his nice shoes, he wanted to wear his quidditch trainers. Adrian finally caught up with him, snagging him around the waist and dragging him to the couch to put his shoes on.
"But Dad, why do I need to wear nice shoes? You never make me wear nice shoes when we go see Uncle Marc and Aunt Daphne." The little boy seemed highly put out that his father was making him wear semi-nice robes and good shoes. "And can I get ice cream?"
Adrian nodded, tying his shoes and casting a charm on them to keep them tied and on his feet. "If you are nice to Miss Parkinson and remember your manners, you can have ice cream or cake. But not both." Adrian ran his fingers through his dark hair and looked down at his own slightly rumpled robes. He cast a quick anti-wrinkle charm and grabbed his son's hand. "I am very serious, Aaron. I need you to behave tonight." Adrian was very fond of Pansy, and he really was quite afraid his rambunctious, too smart for his own good son would scare her off. Aaron was a good kid, but he had a tendency to overwhelm those who weren't experienced with children.
Adrian had been a lonely wizard for many years. Forced into a loveless marriage, his only joy had been the birth of Aaron. Most witches didn't want much to do with him once they heard he had a preschooler at home. Not that he could blame most of them. After all, there were plenty of pureblood men looking for good wives, why pick one with baggage like Adrian had. Still, he had an amazing time with Pansy, and he hoped she would be willing to at least try. He also hoped Aaron liked her, though as beautiful and amazing as she was, Adrian couldn't see how she wouldn't.
He picked up the bouquet of flowers he had purchased earlier and then picked up his son. "Now, remember, when Miss Parkinson answers the door, hand her the flowers." Aaron nodded and Adrian apparated them both to the door of her flat. He set Aaron down, and handed him the flowers before knocking on the door.
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