Candy is Dandy- Narcissa and Fudge Flies
Written for the Candy is Dandy challenge.
My prompt was Narcissa Malfoy and Fudge Flies.
Narcissa thought she’d enjoy being a mother-that was before Draco spit up on her. She hated having been raised by hous-elves and was deteremind that her children wouldn’t live the same way. That was before Draco’s first dirt nappy. When Draco was a little older, Narcissa felt that he could have friends. She took the tot to play club twice a week. She was very glad that for once her strong ideals of how to raise her son were actually working out.
After her traditional shoppingday she stopped at the play club to pick up Draco. She was horrified at what she saw. Her four-year-old angel was sitting at a table gleefully picking flies out of the air and smashing them against his mought, giggling at their guts.
Narcissa went into a fit. “HOW DARE YOU! I trusted you with my child!” her yelling attracted Draco’s attention.
“Mummy!” He stood and ran to her with mucky paws out-stretched.
“Don’t touch me! You filthy child, NO.” She cowered away from her confused son.
All other commotion in the center had stopped (except young Vincent’s excavation of his nasal cavaties) to observe Mrs. Malfoy’s antics. “No son of mine would ever eat FLIES” she shreiked. “No, no, no, get away! You’ll ruin my robes with your-” She shuddered visibly.
“Mrs. Malfoy, this is really unnessecary.” The owner of the club said as she picked up Draco who was nearing tears. “There were fudge flies. It’s candy. Chocolate.”
“I know what fudge is you daft witch.” Narcissa didn’t look like she really believed her though. “Dobby!” she yelled and with a pop the house-elf was there. “Gather the child. Take him home and scour him.” Dobby reached out and grabbed the Malfoy heir as he tugged on his ears with chocolate covered fingers. When he raised his hand to leave snaped “Don’t forget my bags!” As Narcissa began to leave she turned an icy glare towards the head witch. “Don’t think you’ll get away with his. I will tell everyone I know about your practices.”
With a pop she was gone and all the workers errupted into laughter
My prompt was Narcissa Malfoy and Fudge Flies.
Narcissa thought she’d enjoy being a mother-that was before Draco spit up on her. She hated having been raised by hous-elves and was deteremind that her children wouldn’t live the same way. That was before Draco’s first dirt nappy. When Draco was a little older, Narcissa felt that he could have friends. She took the tot to play club twice a week. She was very glad that for once her strong ideals of how to raise her son were actually working out.
After her traditional shoppingday she stopped at the play club to pick up Draco. She was horrified at what she saw. Her four-year-old angel was sitting at a table gleefully picking flies out of the air and smashing them against his mought, giggling at their guts.
Narcissa went into a fit. “HOW DARE YOU! I trusted you with my child!” her yelling attracted Draco’s attention.
“Mummy!” He stood and ran to her with mucky paws out-stretched.
“Don’t touch me! You filthy child, NO.” She cowered away from her confused son.
All other commotion in the center had stopped (except young Vincent’s excavation of his nasal cavaties) to observe Mrs. Malfoy’s antics. “No son of mine would ever eat FLIES” she shreiked. “No, no, no, get away! You’ll ruin my robes with your-” She shuddered visibly.
“Mrs. Malfoy, this is really unnessecary.” The owner of the club said as she picked up Draco who was nearing tears. “There were fudge flies. It’s candy. Chocolate.”
“I know what fudge is you daft witch.” Narcissa didn’t look like she really believed her though. “Dobby!” she yelled and with a pop the house-elf was there. “Gather the child. Take him home and scour him.” Dobby reached out and grabbed the Malfoy heir as he tugged on his ears with chocolate covered fingers. When he raised his hand to leave snaped “Don’t forget my bags!” As Narcissa began to leave she turned an icy glare towards the head witch. “Don’t think you’ll get away with his. I will tell everyone I know about your practices.”
With a pop she was gone and all the workers errupted into laughter