for Fourth_Rose (&$%#$ computer. :-| )nightfalltwenApril 23 2007, 00:54:58 UTC
Recipient: fourth_rose Prompt: Draco&Pansy's daughter meets Ron&Hermione's son at Hogwarts Word count: 229 Rating: G AN: Sorry I didn't make this "at hogwarts" :( But wee!children popped into my head and wouldn't leave.
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A child is a mixture of its parents and Cecily Malfoy was no different. Her grey eyes held the same cold, steely look that belonged to her father and her grandfather. Her nose had the same upturn as her mother's nose; one might call it pug-like.
The difference between Cecily and her parents was her upbringing. Pansy and Draco spent far too much time abroad with little care to who raised their less-than-precious daughter.
Cecily was seven when she met Jakob Weasley who could never keep his hair combed properly and seemed to be ginormous compared to all the other seven year olds. How on earth does one get that tall?
"My mum and dad are magical and I'm going to be just like them and you know my dad plays for the Cannons and one day I'm going to play for the Cannons just like my dad. Did you know that my mum and dad are best friends with Harry Potter? Very best friends. They're almost as famous as him. He's like my uncle. Only not really. I think I can do spells already. Did you know --"
Cecily cut Jakob off with a rough slap to the face. He charged off across the playground in tears. She returned to her nanny, a scowl on her tiny face.
Wizard boys shouldn't make little squib girls feel this bad.
Re: for Fourth_Rose (&$%#$ computer. :-| )nightfalltwenApril 23 2007, 01:12:08 UTC
Isn't it though? And if you think about it... why does she think she's a squib? She's only seven. She's got at least three years and a bit before any letter from Hogwarts comes and she could start showing magic then...
Prompt: Draco&Pansy's daughter meets Ron&Hermione's son at Hogwarts
Word count: 229
Rating: G
AN: Sorry I didn't make this "at hogwarts" :( But wee!children popped into my head and wouldn't leave.
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A child is a mixture of its parents and Cecily Malfoy was no different. Her grey eyes held the same cold, steely look that belonged to her father and her grandfather. Her nose had the same upturn as her mother's nose; one might call it pug-like.
The difference between Cecily and her parents was her upbringing. Pansy and Draco spent far too much time abroad with little care to who raised their less-than-precious daughter.
Cecily was seven when she met Jakob Weasley who could never keep his hair combed properly and seemed to be ginormous compared to all the other seven year olds. How on earth does one get that tall?
"My mum and dad are magical and I'm going to be just like them and you know my dad plays for the Cannons and one day I'm going to play for the Cannons just like my dad. Did you know that my mum and dad are best friends with Harry Potter? Very best friends. They're almost as famous as him. He's like my uncle. Only not really. I think I can do spells already. Did you know --"
Cecily cut Jakob off with a rough slap to the face. He charged off across the playground in tears. She returned to her nanny, a scowl on her tiny face.
Wizard boys shouldn't make little squib girls feel this bad.
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>.>
I love untold backstory.
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Though I love the name Cecily.
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Such a lovely drabble, though - thank you very much for writing it! Hopefully, Cecily is just a late bloomer :)
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Dun dun dunnnnnnn!
I'm glad you liked it :D
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