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Originally Posted by Cinn-O-Bun  Robert looked at Liz and laughed when she said who was watching RJ. "I feel bad for Rhiannon then," he said still chuckling. His son was like a little him..and he was only 5. Good thing he was still a kid at heart. Wrapping his arm around her again he smiled and kissed her cheek, "But you love my crazy self so that's all that matters," he said with a wink.
Robert watched his daughter and met her grin with one of his own. Hearing her response he raised an eyebrow at Liz, "I think someone wants something to butter us up that way," he joked. He watched as she went toward the other kids who were playing and then looked at Liz, "So....I've been thinking..." he said moving next to her in an eye have a grand idea please don't say no way. "What if we let your cousin watch both of them for...two weeks and we can go on a vacation." Quidditch season was basically over with the exception of these little events. "Anywhere you want. Two whole weeks." He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way and smiled. He had definitely understood the unspoken part of her comment about where their son was. Elizabeth had known that as soon as Robert had laughed, but then, he also had to know that it wasn’t safe for, well, everyone if she’d brought RJ along. For a five year old, he had a knack for getting into the strangest of situations. It went beyond getting into trouble, even, but she still trusted her cousin to keep track of him. “I’m sure she’ll survive. If Lily could manage him last summer, I hope Rhiannon can manage him for an afternoon,” she replied, hoping she sounded more confident than she really was in the matter. Rhiannon was a lot older than Lily was, after all, but then her niece was unfortunately stuck at Hogwarts, quite literally if the Prophet was to be believed.
She’d only rolled her eyes at the raised eyebrow. Of course Dylan knew what she was doing, but then, it was also infinitely easier for their daughter to wheedle things from daddy than her. It was honestly amusing how wrapped around her finger he was, but then, it also made sense. “Does she really need to?,” she asked, glancing in their daughter’s direction as she’d left them and listening as her husband had kept talking. She’d known it was going to be something he expected a refusal from as soon as he’d moved closer, like a little boy trying to convince his mother that he hadn’t been the one to eat the last cookie, but she also knew it was hard to say no to him. She’d glanced over again at the eyebrow wiggle, though, and bit her lip to avoid breaking into laughter. “Why don’t we ask Rhiannon after we find out she survived this time?” A vacation would definitely be nice. “Or, we could wait until after Hogwarts is let out for the summer and then we’d have other options.” Quote:
Originally Posted by Hey Ju Aaaand who did she have here?? "Hello there!" Muirgen smiled at a girl approaching her. "What's your name?" Dylan had heard her father’s response to her compliment, and she’d almost expected it. He was just being silly, though, and she knew she’d gotten her point across either way. She was just too determined to prove that she wasn’t scared of the bludgers to turn back to tell him that she wasn’t doing anything of the sort. Her eyes had watched the heavy balls zooming back and forth as she’d gotten closer, only to be hit by the people who were already participating. She knew she could do this. It was in her blood, or something like that, even though the flying gene had apparently not been transferred to her. There were definitely no brooms in sight here, so she knew she was safe. She’d gone back to playing with the snitches around her wrist, still, just out of habit.
Suddenly, she’d heard a voice near her, and turned to see one of the other players who had been there standing there. She’d smiled at her, anyway. Her accent sort of sounded like Aunt Rhiannon’s did sometimes when she wasn’t thinking about it, just stronger. “Hi,” she responded, glancing back toward her parents once almost as if to say ‘see, I told you I’m not scared.’ “I’m Dylan.”
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