p style="font-family: BergamoStdRegular, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;""Kids!"br /Two children ran down the spiral staircase, pushing and shoving to be the first down. br /The table was set and the plates were full with various meats and vegetables. The children sat at the large table and started eating hungrily, sometimes picking the food up with their tiny hands, discarding the silver knifes and /"Merlin, you can tell you are your father's children" their mother said, looking at her husband sat at the table with them, who mimicked the children's actions in every way apart from his hands were bigger and his actions were faster. His wife rolled her eyes and returned to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea before she sat down for dinner./p
p style="font-family: BergamoStdRegular, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"After the meal, the children were sat in the lounge on the brown leather sofa, a routine only broken for homework and Christmas day. The girl had 'Standard book of spells, volume II' open in front of herand the boy had a muggle maze game he was frantically shaking to get the tiny silver ball into the /"Hugo, stop that" his sister asked as her father came in to the room and sat on the worn leather chair opposite them. The noise was annoying her and she couldnt hear herself think. She closed her book and looked at her father's worn /"Dad…" The girl /"Yes Rose?" Asked the man, combing his red hair with his fingers. The paper was open in front of him but his eyes were drifting shut. It had been a hard /"How did you meet mum?" she asked, reserving her voice in case her dad didnt feel like awnsering. br /"Pardon?" he asked, snapping out of his /"How did you meet mum?" br /The man paused and looked at his children, who were looking at him attentively. Surely they knew how he met their mother? He must have told them at least once in their short lives. But, as he looked at his children, their faces eager and young, he realised they had no idea. Sevral times the trio had told their children their favourite parts of the battle, the parts they had looked the most heroic or the parts where they were a knight in shining armour to a beautiful damsel in distress. The children had heard about their parents getting together after the war, but the cosy fireplace tales only told so much about their family. Another side to the war, the pain, the hurt, resentments and the deaths were omitted from the family's heroic tales for their children's safety and their own wounds that would reopen at the sheer mention of a lost loved /"Alright, this is the story of how I met your mother. It's long, its complicated and you may not want to hear some parts. But it happened and it made who we are today. Merlin, you two wouldn't be born without this story. You remove the story of how we met and the reason we got together and you remove you two from the world completely. Thanks to some people you nearly wouldn't be sat here today. But, here it is, the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth"br /The children got comfortable with the green cushions and focused on their father who was about to begin his story./p
p style="font-family: BergamoStdRegular, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"After the meal, the children were sat in the lounge on the brown leather sofa, a routine only broken for homework and Christmas day. The girl had 'Standard book of spells, volume II' open in front of herand the boy had a muggle maze game he was frantically shaking to get the tiny silver ball into the /"Hugo, stop that" his sister asked as her father came in to the room and sat on the worn leather chair opposite them. The noise was annoying her and she couldnt hear herself think. She closed her book and looked at her father's worn /"Dad…" The girl /"Yes Rose?" Asked the man, combing his red hair with his fingers. The paper was open in front of him but his eyes were drifting shut. It had been a hard /"How did you meet mum?" she asked, reserving her voice in case her dad didnt feel like awnsering. br /"Pardon?" he asked, snapping out of his /"How did you meet mum?" br /The man paused and looked at his children, who were looking at him attentively. Surely they knew how he met their mother? He must have told them at least once in their short lives. But, as he looked at his children, their faces eager and young, he realised they had no idea. Sevral times the trio had told their children their favourite parts of the battle, the parts they had looked the most heroic or the parts where they were a knight in shining armour to a beautiful damsel in distress. The children had heard about their parents getting together after the war, but the cosy fireplace tales only told so much about their family. Another side to the war, the pain, the hurt, resentments and the deaths were omitted from the family's heroic tales for their children's safety and their own wounds that would reopen at the sheer mention of a lost loved /"Alright, this is the story of how I met your mother. It's long, its complicated and you may not want to hear some parts. But it happened and it made who we are today. Merlin, you two wouldn't be born without this story. You remove the story of how we met and the reason we got together and you remove you two from the world completely. Thanks to some people you nearly wouldn't be sat here today. But, here it is, the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth"br /The children got comfortable with the green cushions and focused on their father who was about to begin his story./p