Quidditch Windswept
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Quidditch Windswept
He'd come to the window to tell Draco to put on his coat.
The wind scattered autumn leaves and battered the trees, made the windows shudder. It was misty and warm. Lucius didn't need an oracle charm to know a storm was brewing. But outside, the boy, his shirt untucked, spun and spun. The Snitch they'd bought him last Christmas was clutched in his hands as he dove about the green lawn, pale hair flying. He leaped, and rolled on the grass -- and then held it up triumphantly.
Lucius smiled and chuckled, his shoulders relaxed. He sipped his tea, and gave his son his moment in front of all his imaginary Quidditch fans.
ETA: See here for the difference between what a father sees and the truth.
kiss_me_hardQuidditch Windswept
He'd come to the window to tell Draco to put on his coat.
The wind scattered autumn leaves and battered the trees, made the windows shudder. It was misty and warm. Lucius didn't need an oracle charm to know a storm was brewing. But outside, the boy, his shirt untucked, spun and spun. The Snitch they'd bought him last Christmas was clutched in his hands as he dove about the green lawn, pale hair flying. He leaped, and rolled on the grass -- and then held it up triumphantly.
Lucius smiled and chuckled, his shoulders relaxed. He sipped his tea, and gave his son his moment in front of all his imaginary Quidditch fans.
ETA: See here for the difference between what a father sees and the truth.
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Date: 2004-04-03 05:26 pm (UTC)Icarus