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Cinn-O-Bun · 07-18-2014, 07:46 AM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

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.”

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.”

Hearing Elizabeth's question he looked toward his daughter who was doing her best determined look as she watched the bludgers and smiled softly. His first born...only girl...and as smart as her mother. "Nope she doesn't need to." He'd give her anything she asked for and she knew it so did Liz. Seeing her bite her lip at his antics he knew he had her and gave her a grin. "Ohhh I'm sure she'll be fine. Come on we haven't had a vacation in..." He tried to count how long it had been on his fingers and gave up half way through. "Awhile. We haven't gone in awhile so isn't it about time. Hearing her suggestion he shook his head. "Quidditch season will start up again."

He glanced over at Dylan who was talking to that beater from...shoot what was the team...eh it didn't matter he was better. HA. Seeing Dylan glance back he smiled at her. Of course he knew she could do this. He kept one eye on Dylan as he spoke to Liz, "Just picture it...cozied up in a cottage overlooking nothing but forest. Or...lying out on the beach no kids to worry about, no chores to do. Your wonderful husband taking care of every need that you might have," he whispered with a smirk on his lips.

07-18-2014, 07:46 AM	#46 (permalink)
Cinn-O-Bun DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: Tejas Posts: 7,124 Hogwarts RPG Name: Royse Witkin Seventh Year x1 x3	sugary sweet Evil Pastry Lady Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger 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.” 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.” Hearing Elizabeth's question he looked toward his daughter who was doing her best determined look as she watched the bludgers and smiled softly. His first born...only girl...and as smart as her mother. "Nope she doesn't need to." He'd give her anything she asked for and she knew it so did Liz. Seeing her bite her lip at his antics he knew he had her and gave her a grin. "Ohhh I'm sure she'll be fine. Come on we haven't had a vacation in..." He tried to count how long it had been on his fingers and gave up half way through. "Awhile. We haven't gone in awhile so isn't it about time. Hearing her suggestion he shook his head. "Quidditch season will start up again." He glanced over at Dylan who was talking to that beater from...shoot what was the team...eh it didn't matter he was better. HA. Seeing Dylan glance back he smiled at her. Of course he knew she could do this. He kept one eye on Dylan as he spoke to Liz, "Just picture it...cozied up in a cottage overlooking nothing but forest. Or...lying out on the beach no kids to worry about, no chores to do. Your wonderful husband taking care of every need that you might have," he whispered with a smirk on his lips.