Impressions by Lyra Skywalker
A little boy kneeled on the floor, pulling his head into the black robe he wore. "Look at me Daddy! Look at me! Look at me! Guess what I am!" he popped his head out, then pulled it in, popped his head out, and pulled it back into the robe, repeating this action a few times. "Guess what I am!" the little boy with white blonde hair cried.
His father who sat on the couch giving his son a very amused smile, laughed.
"Daddy, I'm a turtle!" the boy laughed, giving his father his impression of a turtle again. "That you are Draco." His father smiled. Draco stood up and began stomping around the room, waving his arms about, and emitting very strange sounds. "Guess what I am Daddy!" He cried happily, continuing this unrecognizable impression. His father looked confused. "A dinosaur?" Draco stopped and shook his head.
"I'm an elephant!" He cried angrily, and then started laughing. "An elephant!" Draco brushed him self of just as his father grabbed him, lifting the little boy into his arms and tickled him until Draco began squirming in mercy.
"No, no, no, no, no!" he cried, giggling hysterically. His father placed him on the floor as a tall blonde woman walked into the room. "Lucius..." she began as Draco once again dropped to the floor and covered his head with his robe.
"Mummy!" he cried. "Mummy, look at me! Look at me! I'm a turtle!" he began his impression of a turtle as his mother ignored him and continued talking to Lucius. Draco popped his head out of his robe, then pulled it back in. "Mummy, I'm a turtle!" he cried.
"Narcissa, your son is trying to show you something." Lucius said in a calm but angry voice. She briefly turned her head to the little boy on the floor, and then turned it back. "That's very nice." Narcissa said in a distant, uninterested tone.
"Narcissa, the boy..."
"Yes, I saw." She said as Draco stayed, crouched on the floor, gazing up at his mother. 'I'm a turtle Mamma...' he continued softly as his mother turned and walked out the door, still ignoring him. Lucius looked at the door she had left through angrily, silently vowing to teach 'that woman' a lesson. Draco stood up and clambered onto his fathers lap. "Daddy, why doesn't she like me?" the three year old boy asked.
"She does like you Draco."
"She does?" he asked. Lucius nodded.
"She does, I guess she doesn't like your turtle." He said gently.
"Daddy?"
"Yes Draco?"
"Why doesn't she like my turtle?"