AN: I don't normally do fluffy fics but this is a very old one of mine and I figured since its Christmas, my other angsty fics about unrequited love, abused childhoods, and horrible ADMM parenting can wait, lol. Enjoys! Please R&R!
~Inherited Traits~
"Circe, please get up!" begged Minerva McGonagall as she tried her best not to lose her temper with her daughter.
5-year-old Circe popped her raven-haired head out from her blanket, revealing glaring blue eyes. "No! It's not fair! All the other kids my age don't have to wake up at 6 am."
" Circe, you get to ride the unicorns with Uncle Hagrid. Doesn't that sound like fun? All the other kids don't get to do that."
" I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE STUPID UNICORNS!!!!!!!! I WANT TO SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Minerva sighed in frustration and gave up. "Fine. I'll let your father deal with you."
"Like he's gonna do anything" whispered Circe as she went back to sleep.
Minerva walked down across the hall to Circe's twin Ares' room. She turned the doorknob but noticed that it was locked and was unable to open it.
"Damn." She thought to herself. " He must have heard me try to wake up Circe. Smart little bugger."
"Ares, darling. Ares please wake up and open the door." Begged Minerva.
No answer.
"Ares? Ares I know you can hear. ARES WULFRIC ALEXANDER MAXIMUS DUMBLEDORE, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!!!!!"
Still no answer.
Minerva banged the door in frustration and stormed into the living room and laid down on the couch, steaming with anger and frustration. The portrait at the entrance of their chambers opened and her husband, Albus walked in.
"Good morning, love." Albus kissed his wife deeply, which Minerva gratefully accepted. "What's wrong?"
Minerva sighed. "Well, our little ones are a little too tired and don't seem to want to get up.I got into a bit of a shouting match with Circe and Ares locked me out of his room."
Albus began to chuckle heartily. Minerva sat up and glared at him. 'It's not funny, Albus! They both refuse to listen to me!"
Albus gave her a light kiss to silence her. "My dear, what do you expect? They've inherited your Scottish temper and my stubbornness."
Minerva groaned as she rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her. "I suppose your right. As usual. Why is it that they inherited all those traits? Why not anything else? Like our study habits."
"That's not true. They've inherited many other traits. Take Circe for example. She inherited your beauty and vivaciousness. Ares inherited your gorgeous emerald eyes."
Minerva smiled. "Circe inherited your gorgeous sapphire eyes. Ares inherited your handsomeness and, unfortunately, your nose." She tapped his long crooked nose.
Albus laughed and kissed his wife. "That's not all they've inherited."
He stood up and offered his hand to Minerva. Minerva looked at it curiously and took it. They both walked to the hallway in between Circe and Ares' bedroom. But not before waving his wand at the coffee table in the living room.
"Circe! Ares! We've got lemon waffles for breakfast!" he called out.
Before he even finished the sentence, Circe and Ares rushed out of their bedrooms wide awake into the living room to eat the delicious breakfast their daddy had conjured for them.
Minerva followed her children into the living room and laughed as she watched her children devour the lemon waffles. Albus came up behind her and wrapped his arms tenderly around her waist. He gave her a sweet kiss.
"You see my dear, they've also inherited my sweet tooth."
The End!