Birthday Gift For spidergirl30
Title: The Perfect Gift
Author: pili204
Word Count: 1266
Rating: G
Summary: Ron and Hugo take a trip to Diagon Alley in search of Rose's birthday gift.
Author's Note: Mon, I know how much you love Daddy!Ron, so I thought he would be the perfect gift on your special day.
I hope you enjoy! I love you lots. Happy Birthday!!
According to Rosie, turning five was a BIG deal. That’s what she had declared the night before as Ron was tucking her in. She had taken her arm out of her bed cover and held up her hand, counting her fingers. “One, two, three, four, five… a whole hand, Daddy!”
Her birthday was still a week away, but Rose could barely contain her excitement. Every morning she counted down the days until her big day, and did nothing but talk about the chocolate cake Grandma Molly would bake for her and the party her mum was organizing. She had asked for multi-colored ribbons, lots of sweets, and her uncle George’s special fireworks.
Ron was determined to do something special for his little girl. He didn’t want Rose to think he didn’t understand how important this day was for her. He had asked Hermione what she though would be a good present. But Hermione had been no help, saying that Rose would love anything he picked out. Ron wasn’t so sure. It had to be special. He even had asked George for suggestions, but all George came up with were silly products from the shop. Rose deserved more than that.
With that in mind, Ron decided that while Hermione took Rose to her annual Healer’s check-up, he would take Hugo on a trip to Diagon Alley and together, father and son, would find the perfect gift for Rose.
“Ready to go, mate?” Ron asked Hugo as he tied the shoelaces on his son’s trainers.
Hugo smiled up at him, pulling hid dad’s arm and saying repeatedly, “Go, go, let’s go!”
Ron had promised Hugo a stop at Florean Fortescues’s Ice Cream Parlor in exchange for his help in picking out a present for Rose. All it took was for Hugo to hear the words ‘ice cream’ for him to agree to anything. Ice cream was Hugo’s favorite new food.
*****
“A toy broom?”
Hugo’s eyes widened excitedly, and he attempted to mount the broom himself.
Ron let out a disappointed sigh and put the broom back on a higher shelf, away from Hugo’s reach. “Not the best idea. Your mum would probably hex me.”
“A plush unicorn?”
Hugo wrinkled his nose in disgust and shook his head.
“I guess that’s a no.”
“No,” agreed Hugo. He pulled his dad’s hand and pulled him towards a display of Martin Miggs’ action figures. “That,” he said simply, as if it was obvious what the best gift for Rose should be.
Ron smirked knowingly. “Rosie isn’t really into Martin Miggs. But I promise to get you one for your birthday, alright?”
“Tomorrow?”
“No, Hugo, not tomorrow. Your birthday is still a couple months away.”
“Oh.”
“Let’s go find a different store. I don’t think we’ll find anything in here.”
As they stepped outside, Ron noticed a new display across the street. Apparently a new shop had been opened in Diagon Alley. One of the windows displayed all kinds of new toys; they were arranged attractively to lure kids (and their parents) into the store. Hugo, and Ron, both marched towards the store grinning widely. There had to be something in there for Rosie.
They spend way too long walking through every corridor marveling at all the new merchandise, almost forgetting that there were there for Rose and not for treats for themselves. More than once, Ron had to restrain Hugo who was all too excited with every display. But there was one particular stand that caught Ron’s attention.
“That’s it, Rosie’s present!” he said, picking up Hugo and walking toward it.
Rose had inherited her mum’s brain and was eager to learn. She was already reading, adding, and subtracting. Not because he was her father, but Ron had no doubt that Rose would end up being a very bright witch. Brighter than Hermione, he was sure, and that was saying something.
Recently, Ron had noticed that every time Hermione would pull out a cauldron to make a potion, Rose would plead to be her helper. It seemed she was fascinated with how potions were made. She watched with eager eyes as Hermione stirred in different ingredients and counted out loud the exact number of stirs the potion needed in the counterclockwise direction. Hermione claimed that Rose would grow up to be a natural potions’ master. But not a grouchy one, Ron had added, thinking of Snape and his foul mood.
In sparkly, purple letters the display that had caught Ron’s attention read: A Potion-Making Kit For Your Little One.
It was the perfect gift. Hugo didn’t seemed so convinced, but Ron was sure. Rosie would love this.
The kit contained a small-sized cauldron, different refillable vials full of non-toxic liquids for Rose to mix, other funny looking things that pretended to be spiders’ legs, scales, bezoars, and a mortar.
“We’ll take it,” Ron said to the salesgirl. “And please wrap it up for a gift, with lots of colorful ribbons.”
“Of course, sir.”
Ron turned to Hugo who was already exhausted. “Ready to go home, mate?”
He shook his head. “Ice-cream?”
“Oh, that’s right. For ice-cream it is then.”
*****
A week later, very early on July 6th, Ron tiptoed into Rose’s room. He wanted to be the first one to wish her Happy Birthday. Hermione was already up, but already going over, in a mad sort of way, the last-minute details she needed to get done for Rose’s party later in the day.
He moved to sit next to Rose, her body strewn across the bed and the covers thrown down on the floor. Just like me, he thought as he swept Rose’s curls away from her eyes.
“Rosie,” he said a bit too quietly. She stirred a bit but continued sleeping.
“Rosie,” he repeated, this time a bit louder.
“Mmmm.”
“Wake up, sweetheart. It’s your birthday!”
Apparently those had been the magic words. Rose sat up quickly, her eyes wide and bright. “I’m FIVE,” she shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Shhh. You’ll wake up Hugo.”
She giggled sweetly. “Sorry, Daddy.” But she couldn’t contain her excitement, because she jumped up and bounced up and down on her bed singing, “I’m five, I’m five!”
In one of her jumps, Ron picked her up and spun her around the room. Rose laughed happily. “All right. That’ll do or we’ll both get dizzy.” He settled Rose on her bed and she looked up at him with eager eyes. From her bedside table Ron grabbed the colorful package that he had brought in with him and hand it to Rose.
“Happy Birthday, Rosie. I love you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said politely (just like her mum had taught her) and then, very carefully, unwrapped her gift.
Ron wished for a second that she would just hurry up and just rip off the wrapping; he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
“Wow!” Rose exclaimed in awe. She looked up at him; there was wonder and excitement and gratitude in her eyes. Ron felt ridiculously proud of his gift-picking abilities.
“You like it?”
“I love it! I’ll be able to make potions and antidotes just like Mummy. It’s the best present ever!”
Ron laughed. “Rosie, you haven’t seen all your presents. Maybe you’ll get something that you’ll fancy even more.”
“No, I won’t. This is the best one… the very best present in the whole wide world.” She said it in such self-assured voice that Ron couldn’t help but believe it even if one of her uncles ended up giving her a real broom. He really had found the perfect gift.
Author: pili204
Word Count: 1266
Rating: G
Summary: Ron and Hugo take a trip to Diagon Alley in search of Rose's birthday gift.
Author's Note: Mon, I know how much you love Daddy!Ron, so I thought he would be the perfect gift on your special day.
I hope you enjoy! I love you lots. Happy Birthday!!
According to Rosie, turning five was a BIG deal. That’s what she had declared the night before as Ron was tucking her in. She had taken her arm out of her bed cover and held up her hand, counting her fingers. “One, two, three, four, five… a whole hand, Daddy!”
Her birthday was still a week away, but Rose could barely contain her excitement. Every morning she counted down the days until her big day, and did nothing but talk about the chocolate cake Grandma Molly would bake for her and the party her mum was organizing. She had asked for multi-colored ribbons, lots of sweets, and her uncle George’s special fireworks.
Ron was determined to do something special for his little girl. He didn’t want Rose to think he didn’t understand how important this day was for her. He had asked Hermione what she though would be a good present. But Hermione had been no help, saying that Rose would love anything he picked out. Ron wasn’t so sure. It had to be special. He even had asked George for suggestions, but all George came up with were silly products from the shop. Rose deserved more than that.
With that in mind, Ron decided that while Hermione took Rose to her annual Healer’s check-up, he would take Hugo on a trip to Diagon Alley and together, father and son, would find the perfect gift for Rose.
“Ready to go, mate?” Ron asked Hugo as he tied the shoelaces on his son’s trainers.
Hugo smiled up at him, pulling hid dad’s arm and saying repeatedly, “Go, go, let’s go!”
Ron had promised Hugo a stop at Florean Fortescues’s Ice Cream Parlor in exchange for his help in picking out a present for Rose. All it took was for Hugo to hear the words ‘ice cream’ for him to agree to anything. Ice cream was Hugo’s favorite new food.
*****
“A toy broom?”
Hugo’s eyes widened excitedly, and he attempted to mount the broom himself.
Ron let out a disappointed sigh and put the broom back on a higher shelf, away from Hugo’s reach. “Not the best idea. Your mum would probably hex me.”
“A plush unicorn?”
Hugo wrinkled his nose in disgust and shook his head.
“I guess that’s a no.”
“No,” agreed Hugo. He pulled his dad’s hand and pulled him towards a display of Martin Miggs’ action figures. “That,” he said simply, as if it was obvious what the best gift for Rose should be.
Ron smirked knowingly. “Rosie isn’t really into Martin Miggs. But I promise to get you one for your birthday, alright?”
“Tomorrow?”
“No, Hugo, not tomorrow. Your birthday is still a couple months away.”
“Oh.”
“Let’s go find a different store. I don’t think we’ll find anything in here.”
As they stepped outside, Ron noticed a new display across the street. Apparently a new shop had been opened in Diagon Alley. One of the windows displayed all kinds of new toys; they were arranged attractively to lure kids (and their parents) into the store. Hugo, and Ron, both marched towards the store grinning widely. There had to be something in there for Rosie.
They spend way too long walking through every corridor marveling at all the new merchandise, almost forgetting that there were there for Rose and not for treats for themselves. More than once, Ron had to restrain Hugo who was all too excited with every display. But there was one particular stand that caught Ron’s attention.
“That’s it, Rosie’s present!” he said, picking up Hugo and walking toward it.
Rose had inherited her mum’s brain and was eager to learn. She was already reading, adding, and subtracting. Not because he was her father, but Ron had no doubt that Rose would end up being a very bright witch. Brighter than Hermione, he was sure, and that was saying something.
Recently, Ron had noticed that every time Hermione would pull out a cauldron to make a potion, Rose would plead to be her helper. It seemed she was fascinated with how potions were made. She watched with eager eyes as Hermione stirred in different ingredients and counted out loud the exact number of stirs the potion needed in the counterclockwise direction. Hermione claimed that Rose would grow up to be a natural potions’ master. But not a grouchy one, Ron had added, thinking of Snape and his foul mood.
In sparkly, purple letters the display that had caught Ron’s attention read: A Potion-Making Kit For Your Little One.
It was the perfect gift. Hugo didn’t seemed so convinced, but Ron was sure. Rosie would love this.
The kit contained a small-sized cauldron, different refillable vials full of non-toxic liquids for Rose to mix, other funny looking things that pretended to be spiders’ legs, scales, bezoars, and a mortar.
“We’ll take it,” Ron said to the salesgirl. “And please wrap it up for a gift, with lots of colorful ribbons.”
“Of course, sir.”
Ron turned to Hugo who was already exhausted. “Ready to go home, mate?”
He shook his head. “Ice-cream?”
“Oh, that’s right. For ice-cream it is then.”
*****
A week later, very early on July 6th, Ron tiptoed into Rose’s room. He wanted to be the first one to wish her Happy Birthday. Hermione was already up, but already going over, in a mad sort of way, the last-minute details she needed to get done for Rose’s party later in the day.
He moved to sit next to Rose, her body strewn across the bed and the covers thrown down on the floor. Just like me, he thought as he swept Rose’s curls away from her eyes.
“Rosie,” he said a bit too quietly. She stirred a bit but continued sleeping.
“Rosie,” he repeated, this time a bit louder.
“Mmmm.”
“Wake up, sweetheart. It’s your birthday!”
Apparently those had been the magic words. Rose sat up quickly, her eyes wide and bright. “I’m FIVE,” she shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Shhh. You’ll wake up Hugo.”
She giggled sweetly. “Sorry, Daddy.” But she couldn’t contain her excitement, because she jumped up and bounced up and down on her bed singing, “I’m five, I’m five!”
In one of her jumps, Ron picked her up and spun her around the room. Rose laughed happily. “All right. That’ll do or we’ll both get dizzy.” He settled Rose on her bed and she looked up at him with eager eyes. From her bedside table Ron grabbed the colorful package that he had brought in with him and hand it to Rose.
“Happy Birthday, Rosie. I love you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said politely (just like her mum had taught her) and then, very carefully, unwrapped her gift.
Ron wished for a second that she would just hurry up and just rip off the wrapping; he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
“Wow!” Rose exclaimed in awe. She looked up at him; there was wonder and excitement and gratitude in her eyes. Ron felt ridiculously proud of his gift-picking abilities.
“You like it?”
“I love it! I’ll be able to make potions and antidotes just like Mummy. It’s the best present ever!”
Ron laughed. “Rosie, you haven’t seen all your presents. Maybe you’ll get something that you’ll fancy even more.”
“No, I won’t. This is the best one… the very best present in the whole wide world.” She said it in such self-assured voice that Ron couldn’t help but believe it even if one of her uncles ended up giving her a real broom. He really had found the perfect gift.