Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
365 Prompt Challenge: 196. Plant/flower: daisy
Easter Event, Build a Bunny. Yellow - prompt: daisy
The Insane House Challenge. 181. Location: Shell Cottage
WC: 359
"Look, Mama!" Victoire squealed, pointing at the patch of long grass. "It's blooming!"
It was approaching dusk, and Fleur had let the children outside to play after dinner. Charlie wasn't home yet, but he would be soon. The heat of the day had worn off just enough to leave them with perfectly conditioned air, and the occasional seabreeze was cool and pleasant, smelling of sweet salt water.
Dominique was running around like a puppy, Victoire was marveling at flowers, as any eight year old should, and Louis seemed to have glued himself to his mother.
"Daisies. Zhey're so pretty, aren't zhey?" Fleur said, walking over. She had Louis balanced on her hip, and was glancing between Victoire and Dominique as the two girls played in the yard.
The flowers poked out of the grass, yellow centers surrounded by a fan of white petals. They stood proud on their long stems, waving in the breeze coming from the sea.
"Off zhe beach, Dominique!" Fleur called. Dominique came back up the san dejectedly, her plan to wade in the waves foiled.
"I love them," Victoire declared, pointing at the flowers.
"It's going to get dark soon, we need to go inside," Fleur warned, eyeing the sun's low position in the sky. She wished these perfect days, somewhere between summer and spring, would never end. The children loved it, and Charlie was able to come home almost every night.
"Here, let's pick some of zhem for Daddy," suggested Fleur.
"Okay!" Victoire agreed. "Come help, Dom! You too, Louis."
Fleur lowered Louis to the ground, keeping a firm hold on one of his hands.
Victoire reached into the grass, choosing a stem. She pulled, and it broke, leaving her with the flower. Dominique's short arms couldn't reach most of the flowers, but she giggled and helped nonetheless. Victoire pulled Louis up from the ground, and, holding him precariously over the grass, told him to pick a flower. Instead, he started ripping the petals off.
"No, Louis," Victoire said. "Pick the flower!"
"He is only three. He doesn't know better," Fleur reminded her, taking Louis back. "Now, let's go inside and wait for Daddy."