Who George and Roxanne Weasley What Be proud of me, Dad, I've made you sushi! When Sunday night Where The Whizzer Status/Rating Incomplete / PG
Fathers, be good to your daughters
She was just finishing up her shift, and had a massive plate of left over sushi to show for it, so she carried it out to one of the tables and sat down to pop a California roll or two into her mouth while she waited for her father to show up. Her father, a nineteen year old George Weasley.
Roxy had no bloody idea what her father would even be like at nineteen! She couldn't even really do the math to figure out what the blazes was going on for him. Did he have the store at all yet? Was his brother still alive? He wasn't with her mum yet, he'd said as much but--but whatever, he was here now and that was really all that mattered. She'd missed him, she'd fucking missed him and she'd take him any way he came because he was her father.
And Roxy had been in Lockewood long enough to notice that family dynamics didn't always do well here. Kids would show up to fine their parents with other people. Sometimes, relationships would crumbled, or the gap in years would make it impossible for a husband to be with his wife
...or difficult for a daughter to connect with her father.
No, no there was no way that Roxy was going to let that happen.