dream • 013

[mudbloodhater]

Warnings • headcanon.
Dream Effects • a sense of glee.

"Father!" A chipper cry distracted Lucius from his newspaper, dragging a bored stare upwards to the small boy floating upside-down high above. Draco, barely six years old, beamed down happily, legs wrapped around the broom so he could wave down to his parents. Lucius glanced to Narcissa beside him, where she watched Dobby file her nails with faint amusement.

"I told you we should have given him a broom sooner," she told him, smiling at her husband, and flapped her free hand up at Draco dismissively. "Next thing you know, he's going to want you to teach him to play Quidditch."

"Hardly a bad thing."

Draco didn't bother waking up, instead choosing to roll over in his contented slumber, and let the feed eventually time out. He really did enjoy flying.