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Holy sweet Merlin, HOW did they get here? How was it at all possible that his eldest children were now 'of age' and ready for their own wands? It was just yesterday that he'd changed their diapers and begged them to stop crying and taught them the virtues of NOT pulling on his tail. Now they were standing here, hanging off him with the rest of their siblings and bursting with immeasurable excitement.
He wasn't ready for this. Another year? Yes? Why couldn't they have been born in September? They'd have to sit out then and he'd have them that much longer.
Two less children at home. Two less smiles to greet him in the morning...two less to accidentally lose when they went to the store....two less to run around the house screaming....two less to interrupt at all the worst times...."Alright, step right up, who's getting their wand first, no time to waste." Two less didn't sound half bad at all. Maddox found himself nudging the two forward, careful not to bump them into their other siblings too roughly. It was hard to tell in a sea of children, especially when they all insisted on huddling so closely.
His own wand! His OWN wand. No more waving his daddy's wand and pretending to be all powerful, now he would have his own and all his siblings would have to listen to absolutely everything he said. Christopher (never Chris) might have been bouncing on the balls of his feet from excitement but no, he wasn't like the little children who came with their parents today, he was a responsible soon to be adult child.
The little boy liked to think he was far more grown than he actually was and today was no exception. "No pushing Daniel and Connor, you can't have your wands today on account of you two still being little so it's pointless." His grown up, mightier than thou voice was in full swing as he chided the squabbling 8 year olds. They were SUCH children, honestly. Never knew how to act when they went out. Not like him and not like Demetria.
At his father's prompting, Christopher moved toward the counter, his hand firmly around the wrist of his twin. "Come on, Demi!" His waaaaaand. THEIR WANDS.
Her silence was the stoic sort. For all the thrill that came with knowing she'd get her wand in just a few minutes, the little girl wore a grave expression. It wasn't in her nature to smile, nor was she the type to join the giggles and babblings of her younger siblings. Make no mistake, she was absolutely BURSTING--you just couldn't tell.
Always having been the silent type, Demetria didn't chide her siblings like Christopher did. Instead, she shot Sophie a glare that sufficiently conveyed her disinterest in having her arm yanked and her ear chatted off. Of all her siblings, it was always very clear which she fancied the least, though it was nothing to do with anything the 9 year old did. They simply didn't get along. More accurately, she never tried to get along with her younger sister.
No protest was given at her brother's tugging, the girl simply followed along, working as hard as she could to contain her enthusiasm. She would not gush and squeal and have grownups think it an invitation to make nice conversation with her. No thank you.
Maddox took a seat to the side of the shop, pulling his three remaining children into his grasp while he watched his eldest go off to get fitted for their wands. It was a proud moment to be sure. One he wasn't sure how to really react to. They were so grown now and would only keep going. Sapphire eyes fell on the remaining three who all fought for spots on his lap. They were still young, but he would be doing this again before he knew it.
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