RP: Lions, Tigers, and Terrors Location: London Zoo Date: 13 June 2005
Draco took a firmer grip on Lyra, wincing as her shriek reached a particularly high pitch. "Cime! Cime! Dah-dee, ook. Mon-kee cime!"
Draco nodded and turned a little so his very wriggly daughter could get a better look at the emperor tamarins. "Look at that," he said with a soft laugh. "Look, they have mustaches. Isn't that silly?"
She laughed again, then patted his face. "Dah-dee no av."
Draco heard a snicker from behind him and glanced over his shoulder to make a face at Rurik, who gave him an innocent look. Draco mouthed a rather impolite word to him before returning his attention to Lyra. "No, Daddy doesn't have a mustache. And never will," he added in a mutter when Lyra turned back to shrieking at the monkeys. "Not even prison time worked for that."
"Some would say that lucky," Rurik said, coming up beside him. "Sergei, at Durmstrang. Must shave two, three times, every day. Very hairy, Sergei."