This is a series of drabbles I wrote about a year ago. They cover from Bertie's birth up to about a year after his parents died.
Warning: beastly
aunts, soppy females and a newt fancier
Disclaimer: Plum may have
actually liked these, but as he did not write them, I am stating I
did, but am making no money off of them.
"You can't really want to give him that name."
"I do, Daisy. Wilberforce has made me a rich man this afternoon."
"I will not name our son Wilberforce. What would we call him?"
"Wilber."
"That isn't amusing."
"It isn't supposed to be amusing. I mean it, Daisy. He was a long shot to win. But I had a feeling. You remember Edwin Wilberforce that I rowed with at Oxford? I was thinking of him this morning and then, by some stroke of providence there was a horse with the same name."
"It was a silly coincidence."
"Coincidence or not, it has made me a rich man. And when this son of ours arrives he will proudly carry the name Wilberforce."
"Suppose it's another girl."
"Nonsense. A healthy, strapping boy. With a strong name."
"I'm naming him Bertram, as we had already decided."
"Daisy-"
"Don't you 'Daisy' me. His name will be Bertram. If you absolutely insist upon it his second name can be Wilberforce. Though naming him after a horse is simply ridiculous."
"Bertram Wilberforce Wooster it is, then."
