Henry quickly approached the counter. "ice... cream!" People sometimes thought Henry was an odd one, but he was a twin, and so he tried to do his best to be the best brother ever... but he could tell there was something on his father's mind. He could not explain why they would just leave Ollivander's. Of course there was a long line, but of course, his mother and sister were waiting for their wands. He recieved his Hogwarts acceptance letter, so what was the hold up? Being raised in the muggle world his entire life he knew nothing about what his father was about to tell him. "Dad, haha, what's wrong?"
Dickson didn't know what to do. He could sit him down and just tell him the truth, but the dissapointment clouding his face was something he'd seen so many times before. When they didn't go to Disneyland Paris when they took a trip to France and when he failed to reason with Henry about Santa, and when his sister had produced some magical fungus under his bed as a prank and he couldn't get it to go away. "Son, just order your ice cream. We need to talk."
Henry looked at his father with disdain. He could tell he was about to receive bad news."Alright, Mr. Abrams, I'm having a weird day. How's yours? Could I get two scoops of Butterbeer in a mini pie crust bowl? Also, do you make it with rootbeer or cream soda?" Henry waited patiently for his answer and his order.
Mr. White was happy because they were in the right place at the right time. "Zephyr, do you remember me? I'm that squib who always visiting your bakery on our trip to France...? Your food is always so good! Anyways I'll be paying for my son's food as well, and I will have one scoop of Pumpkin Juice ice cream that pie crust bowl. How much is all of that by the way, we haven't really made it to Gringotts because my wife is still getting her wand with my daughter." |