Hugo Weasley (wheezelee) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2017-06-18 02:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | hugo weasley, molly weasley ii |
Who: Hugo Weasley, Barry Weasley, Mols Weasley, Zoe Weasley-Frobisher
When: 18 June, mid-to-late morning
Where: The farm
What: Returning Zoe to her mum, post-unplanned sleepover
Rating/Warnings: None, I should hope. There are children present!
When he'd been woken up in the middle of the night by a soft knocking on his door, Hugo hadn't thought much of it. The last time this had happened, it had been Lavender requesting help getting rid of pills, and he'd walked out in nothing but his shorts. Given that this had been a bad decision, Hugo decided to put on a pair of short trousers and a shirt before opening the door.
Two little faces looked up at him, one from behind a curly fringe, the other not. He'd greeted them a little uncertainly, had asked multiple questions, retrieved his wand, read a pair of letters (identical but for the names at the top), had asked more questions and sent them into his bed before curling up in the narrow space between the bed and the wall with his journal. He hadn't spoken long before he, too, fell asleep, despite his position, his location and the two kids in his bed. One of whom claimed to be his.
Barry had woken him and requested pancakes a few short hours later.
Bleary-eyed, his hair a nest of untamed curls and with his shirt on crooked, Hugo lead the kids to the diner for breakfast.
"Slow down, you're going to choke. It's not going anywhere," he told his son, who was attempting to shove nearly a quarter of a blueberry pancake in his mouth at once a short while later, because it sounded like something a dad would say and also because the kid's attempt was frankly disgusting to behold.
His son.
Christ.
Barry tried to reply, but he didn't get any further than opening his mouth and half of his mouthful falling out.
"It'll be so much easier if you take smaller bites. Taste better, too," he added with a conspiratorial nod.
"We need to take you to see your mum," he then told Zoe for what had to be the fourth time since the two of them had arrived at his door, even while he kept an eye on the boy who was stuffing the bits of pancake back in his mouth with his fingers. More than likely, Molly would have his head for feeding her child without her consent - even more so for letting her choose what she wanted to eat - but everyone needed breakfast and he wasn't sure where the hell they could find Molly at any time of the day. It was better to go on a quest with full bellies, anyway.
Should he be cutting the pancake for him? That seemed like a good idea.