A conversation between James and a grown up Charlotte
Probably better suited to a Gen2 comm, but here ye are. Laugh at how James has gone completely soft in his old age.
Charlotte: *bounds in and plants herself firmly on his lap, kissing his cheek, like she used to when she was little* Hello, Daddy.
James: Hello dear *gringrin* how's my girl?
James: *and kisses her cheek as well*
Charlotte: Just wonderful, Daddy. How're you?
Charlotte: *and really knows how to be manipulative with him this way*
James: *is quite happy to be manipulated by her, as everybody knows* Better now you're here
Charlotte: *giggles, and actually, in front of James she doesn't mind, even though she hates the sound of her giggle otherwise* Hold that thought, Daddy.
James: *raises an eyebrow* Who've you been upsetting now?
Charlotte: Why would I upset anyone at all? *hugs him*
James: You've been doing it all your life, I'd hardly expect you to stop now *teasing*
Charlotte: Oh, Daddy. What an awful thing to say! *looks mock-offended*
James: *grins* Awful? I was always rather proud of you for it
Charlotte: *beams* Well, in that case, I'd better just go ahead and tell you, right?
James: I think you ought to, then I can fish you out of whatever trouble you're in. You're only this charming when you're in something deep
James: *is still teasing, but he'll try anyway*
Charlotte: Thank you, Daddy. *grinning widely to reduce the sting* Me and Nicky got married.
James: *a choking noise* You -what!-
Charlotte: We got married. Don't worry. It was all legal and everything. We just didn't want to wait. We're still going to have a big party for everyone of course, but........Are you really angry now?
James: Well, it's going to be a bit harder than usual, but I think I'll manage to get you out of this. *he nods, having decided that she wants to get out of the marriage*
Charlotte: You'll help plan the party, then? *hugs him* Thank you, Daddy. It'll be the best wedding party ever seen!
James: What? No! I'll help you get out of the marriage! I mean, you didn't -want- to marry him, did you?
Charlotte: *hurt look* Daddyyyyyy! Of -course- I wanted to marry him. *and up comes that stubborn chin* Besides, no one pushes Charlotte Potter into doing anything she doesn't want to.
James: Hm. I suppose so *he looks very doubtful* Are you -sure- though? I mean, he's not -that- good looking, and where is it he works again?
Charlotte: *gives him a light poke* Of course I'm sure. And he's beautiful. *grins* Though nowhere near as good-looking as you, of course.
Charlotte: And he works with dragons. You know this.
James: Huh, well, -no-one's that goodlooking. *nope, he hasn't lost his arrogance* And dragons? Isn't that extremely dangerous? I don't want my little girl to wake up one morning a widow! You should marry someone in a good, safe job
James: Like in the bank! Or the ministry! Filing paper!
James: can't hurt yourself much by filing paper
Charlotte: What if he died of paper cuts?
James: But that's impossible, unless he's an absolute clutz. *he looks at Charlotte, suddenly worried* he isn't a clutz, is he? That's even worse when you're working with dragons!
Charlotte: -No-, Daddy, he isn't.
Charlotte: Daddy, safe jobs are boring. And so are the people in them.
Charlotte: You don't want me to spend all the rest of my life bored, do you, Daddy?
James: They are not!
Charlotte: *and all wide-eyed at him*
James: And boring is good if it means you don't have a husband that'll die in the first five minutes
Charlotte: But it's already been more than five minutes and he isn't dead. *pouts*
James: *oh no, they won't work this time, and she would probably recognize that by the set of his chin, he's decided that his little girl is much better unmarried*
James: I was speaking metaphorically!
Charlotte: So would you rather I never married at all than risk being a widow?
James: ... No, of course not *the pause speaks otherwise*
Charlotte: You -would-! *and that chin is wobbling and eyes looking awfully shiny now* James: But.. but -princess- can't you see that I just don't want you to be hurt like that?
Charlotte: *tears start trickling very slightly*
James: *he turns his head and covers his eyes with a hand whilst muttering to himself* Don't look at the tears, away from the tears
Charlotte: *sniffles, just a tiny little thing, and in an extremely hurt, tiny voice* I thought you'd understand, Daddy.
James: Look, darling, I -know- you like this fellow well enough, and that he's in love with you, but you have to understand, that you don't need to run off and marry the first man who says he loves you!
James: There are -billions- of men ready to say the same thing!
Charlotte: And I chose this one!
James: But... WHY? He's nowhere near good enough for you!
Charlotte: *glares* So I have to wait for someone exactly like you to turn up, and only then will I be allowed to marry? Well, it's done now. I love him, and I'm his wife, and the only thing that could make me happier than I am now is if you'd accept that, Daddy.
James: *he groans and throws his head back* Fine, you're married. To an absolute tosser. Except he likes quidditch. And he bought me whiskey that one time *his brow furrows* But if I find out he's hurt you in -any- -way- I will give no notice of my revenge, you got that? *glares for good measure*
Charlotte: Thank you, Daddy *wraps her arms around his neck and presses her cheek against his* I love you.
James: Hmph *has already gotten over it, but it wouldn't do for her to know that* I suppose I have no choice about lovingyou back?
Charlotte: *giggles* Well, you could, but then I'd cry. Because you'll always always be the number one man in my life. No matter what.
James: *and he can't help but grin* hmph
Charlotte: *grins and kisses his cheek* Love you.
James: Love you too, ratbag, though it's not as if I have a choice *grins fondly at her*
Charlotte: You would, even if you did have one *grins* Now, can you help me plan the party? Pleeeeeease?
Charlotte: Because nothing beats a Prongs-style party.
James: *mock-sighs* Oh, all right then, I suppose if you put it that way
James: now what did you have in mind?
Charlotte: Something big and impressive. I want it to be the best party ever!
Charlotte: *tiny voice* Because it has to make people forget they missed the actual wedding.
James: *he raises an eyebrow* Oh yes, don't let me forget about that. I didn't get to walk you down the aisle! I'm very unimpressed!
Charlotte: But you'll be a guest of honour at the party, and you'll be able to pull out all sorts of embarrassing stories about me!
Charlotte: *knows she's going to regret that*
James: *watch the grin spread* Oho! Really! And you're not allowed to take that back either!
Charlotte: I wouldn't dream of it.
James: Good. I have plenty lined up already *beams innocently* Just to make sure your husband doesn't want to cut and run later on once he's realised what he's gotten himself into
Charlotte: *laughs* I'm sure he'll be very grateful for the warning, Daddy.
Charlotte: *bounds in and plants herself firmly on his lap, kissing his cheek, like she used to when she was little* Hello, Daddy.
James: Hello dear *gringrin* how's my girl?
James: *and kisses her cheek as well*
Charlotte: Just wonderful, Daddy. How're you?
Charlotte: *and really knows how to be manipulative with him this way*
James: *is quite happy to be manipulated by her, as everybody knows* Better now you're here
Charlotte: *giggles, and actually, in front of James she doesn't mind, even though she hates the sound of her giggle otherwise* Hold that thought, Daddy.
James: *raises an eyebrow* Who've you been upsetting now?
Charlotte: Why would I upset anyone at all? *hugs him*
James: You've been doing it all your life, I'd hardly expect you to stop now *teasing*
Charlotte: Oh, Daddy. What an awful thing to say! *looks mock-offended*
James: *grins* Awful? I was always rather proud of you for it
Charlotte: *beams* Well, in that case, I'd better just go ahead and tell you, right?
James: I think you ought to, then I can fish you out of whatever trouble you're in. You're only this charming when you're in something deep
James: *is still teasing, but he'll try anyway*
Charlotte: Thank you, Daddy. *grinning widely to reduce the sting* Me and Nicky got married.
James: *a choking noise* You -what!-
Charlotte: We got married. Don't worry. It was all legal and everything. We just didn't want to wait. We're still going to have a big party for everyone of course, but........Are you really angry now?
James: Well, it's going to be a bit harder than usual, but I think I'll manage to get you out of this. *he nods, having decided that she wants to get out of the marriage*
Charlotte: You'll help plan the party, then? *hugs him* Thank you, Daddy. It'll be the best wedding party ever seen!
James: What? No! I'll help you get out of the marriage! I mean, you didn't -want- to marry him, did you?
Charlotte: *hurt look* Daddyyyyyy! Of -course- I wanted to marry him. *and up comes that stubborn chin* Besides, no one pushes Charlotte Potter into doing anything she doesn't want to.
James: Hm. I suppose so *he looks very doubtful* Are you -sure- though? I mean, he's not -that- good looking, and where is it he works again?
Charlotte: *gives him a light poke* Of course I'm sure. And he's beautiful. *grins* Though nowhere near as good-looking as you, of course.
Charlotte: And he works with dragons. You know this.
James: Huh, well, -no-one's that goodlooking. *nope, he hasn't lost his arrogance* And dragons? Isn't that extremely dangerous? I don't want my little girl to wake up one morning a widow! You should marry someone in a good, safe job
James: Like in the bank! Or the ministry! Filing paper!
James: can't hurt yourself much by filing paper
Charlotte: What if he died of paper cuts?
James: But that's impossible, unless he's an absolute clutz. *he looks at Charlotte, suddenly worried* he isn't a clutz, is he? That's even worse when you're working with dragons!
Charlotte: -No-, Daddy, he isn't.
Charlotte: Daddy, safe jobs are boring. And so are the people in them.
Charlotte: You don't want me to spend all the rest of my life bored, do you, Daddy?
James: They are not!
Charlotte: *and all wide-eyed at him*
James: And boring is good if it means you don't have a husband that'll die in the first five minutes
Charlotte: But it's already been more than five minutes and he isn't dead. *pouts*
James: *oh no, they won't work this time, and she would probably recognize that by the set of his chin, he's decided that his little girl is much better unmarried*
James: I was speaking metaphorically!
Charlotte: So would you rather I never married at all than risk being a widow?
James: ... No, of course not *the pause speaks otherwise*
Charlotte: You -would-! *and that chin is wobbling and eyes looking awfully shiny now* James: But.. but -princess- can't you see that I just don't want you to be hurt like that?
Charlotte: *tears start trickling very slightly*
James: *he turns his head and covers his eyes with a hand whilst muttering to himself* Don't look at the tears, away from the tears
Charlotte: *sniffles, just a tiny little thing, and in an extremely hurt, tiny voice* I thought you'd understand, Daddy.
James: Look, darling, I -know- you like this fellow well enough, and that he's in love with you, but you have to understand, that you don't need to run off and marry the first man who says he loves you!
James: There are -billions- of men ready to say the same thing!
Charlotte: And I chose this one!
James: But... WHY? He's nowhere near good enough for you!
Charlotte: *glares* So I have to wait for someone exactly like you to turn up, and only then will I be allowed to marry? Well, it's done now. I love him, and I'm his wife, and the only thing that could make me happier than I am now is if you'd accept that, Daddy.
James: *he groans and throws his head back* Fine, you're married. To an absolute tosser. Except he likes quidditch. And he bought me whiskey that one time *his brow furrows* But if I find out he's hurt you in -any- -way- I will give no notice of my revenge, you got that? *glares for good measure*
Charlotte: Thank you, Daddy *wraps her arms around his neck and presses her cheek against his* I love you.
James: Hmph *has already gotten over it, but it wouldn't do for her to know that* I suppose I have no choice about lovingyou back?
Charlotte: *giggles* Well, you could, but then I'd cry. Because you'll always always be the number one man in my life. No matter what.
James: *and he can't help but grin* hmph
Charlotte: *grins and kisses his cheek* Love you.
James: Love you too, ratbag, though it's not as if I have a choice *grins fondly at her*
Charlotte: You would, even if you did have one *grins* Now, can you help me plan the party? Pleeeeeease?
Charlotte: Because nothing beats a Prongs-style party.
James: *mock-sighs* Oh, all right then, I suppose if you put it that way
James: now what did you have in mind?
Charlotte: Something big and impressive. I want it to be the best party ever!
Charlotte: *tiny voice* Because it has to make people forget they missed the actual wedding.
James: *he raises an eyebrow* Oh yes, don't let me forget about that. I didn't get to walk you down the aisle! I'm very unimpressed!
Charlotte: But you'll be a guest of honour at the party, and you'll be able to pull out all sorts of embarrassing stories about me!
Charlotte: *knows she's going to regret that*
James: *watch the grin spread* Oho! Really! And you're not allowed to take that back either!
Charlotte: I wouldn't dream of it.
James: Good. I have plenty lined up already *beams innocently* Just to make sure your husband doesn't want to cut and run later on once he's realised what he's gotten himself into
Charlotte: *laughs* I'm sure he'll be very grateful for the warning, Daddy.