(AN: This is sort of a companion piece to my other story The Howling of the
Hounds. It kind of gives a back story to Patrick, my portal traveling
wizard from the above mentioned story.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to pass the time before classes.
"What do you think it's going to be?" a tallish young man asked the group gathered around him.
"Definitely another boy," called one.
"A girl, she had a boy last time," countered another.
"A both," two girls, in unison, called, making the entire group laugh.
"What don't we ask the soon to be former baby?" someone suggested, looking at the little boy sitting placidly on her lap.
"So, do you want a brother or a sister?" someone asked the child.
The little boy, no more than three years old, thought carefully and called, "Cookie!"
The group laughed. The little boy didn't really understand what was going on; he was still far too young. An uneasy silence fell over the group. The older children were worried about their mother and the new brother and sister she was about to have. The younger ones were bored and just wanted to go home.
"It's been a really long time, I'm worried," a younger girl said to an older boy.
"These things take time. Besides, they're using the most advanced magical techniques available," the older boy said, trying to calm his sister down.
"I hope you're right," the eldest of all the girls said, a threat in her voice.
"What do you mean by that?" one of the older boys said, a challenge in his voice.
The girl was about to respond when a man burst into the room.
"What is it, dad?" one of the older children asked the ecstatic looking man.
The man, of medium build and a shock of reddish-brown hair, proudly stated, "A boy!"
"Is mom alright?" asked a younger girl, her voice full of concern. "She's fine. They'll let you in to see her later," the man said, grin still on his face.
"Well, that settles it then.an even split," said a girl.
"Yup," her twin concurred, "four and four."
The father laughed and looked at his first seven children. There was the eldest, a sullen and moody girl named Eileen. Following her was Kevin, the ladies man, every witch's dream. After him came his twin girls, Maura and Colleen. The two of them were excellent students and loved school above all else. Another boy, Collin, followed them. Collin was the family's Quiddich star. After him came, Kelly. She was the popular one, having more friends than she knew what to do with. Then there was little Patrick. Despite being only three, he knew Patrick was going to be the quiet one. All of his children shared his reddish-brown hair and had ocean blue eyes. All of them, that is, except for little Patrick. He had carrot orange hair and light blue eyes. It seemed that the new baby would deviate from the norm as well. He had jet black hair on his head.
"Dad, what's his name?" asked Kelly.
"Yeah," added Collin, "you never mentioned that part to us."
The father thought for a moment. It appeared that, in all of the excitement, he had forgotten what he and his wife had named the new baby.
"Christopher. His name is Christopher," the father, finally, replied.
"You hear that, Patrick, you have a little brother named Christopher," Maura told the little boy sitting on her lap.
Patrick smiled, following the lead of the rest of his family. He wasn't really sure what they were smiling about but he followed suit.
"Ok!" he replied, happily.
The father kissed all of his children and too the eldest of the bunch to see their mother.
The new baby was brought home a few days later. This family lived in a small wizarding village called Hound's Hollow. The mansion, called Hound's Tooth, had been the home of the Dolan wizarding family since before anyone could remember.
An old looking witch was waiting in the door way.
As soon as the entire family set foot in the house, she said, "Let me see my new grandson."
Baby Christopher was handed off to his grandmother while the older children headed off to their rooms.
Little Patrick stuck around though. He liked the new baby and decided to make friends with him. He wanted to be a big brother, just like all of his big brothers.
(AN: Like it? Hate it? Please read and review. Constructive criticism please!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to pass the time before classes.
"What do you think it's going to be?" a tallish young man asked the group gathered around him.
"Definitely another boy," called one.
"A girl, she had a boy last time," countered another.
"A both," two girls, in unison, called, making the entire group laugh.
"What don't we ask the soon to be former baby?" someone suggested, looking at the little boy sitting placidly on her lap.
"So, do you want a brother or a sister?" someone asked the child.
The little boy, no more than three years old, thought carefully and called, "Cookie!"
The group laughed. The little boy didn't really understand what was going on; he was still far too young. An uneasy silence fell over the group. The older children were worried about their mother and the new brother and sister she was about to have. The younger ones were bored and just wanted to go home.
"It's been a really long time, I'm worried," a younger girl said to an older boy.
"These things take time. Besides, they're using the most advanced magical techniques available," the older boy said, trying to calm his sister down.
"I hope you're right," the eldest of all the girls said, a threat in her voice.
"What do you mean by that?" one of the older boys said, a challenge in his voice.
The girl was about to respond when a man burst into the room.
"What is it, dad?" one of the older children asked the ecstatic looking man.
The man, of medium build and a shock of reddish-brown hair, proudly stated, "A boy!"
"Is mom alright?" asked a younger girl, her voice full of concern. "She's fine. They'll let you in to see her later," the man said, grin still on his face.
"Well, that settles it then.an even split," said a girl.
"Yup," her twin concurred, "four and four."
The father laughed and looked at his first seven children. There was the eldest, a sullen and moody girl named Eileen. Following her was Kevin, the ladies man, every witch's dream. After him came his twin girls, Maura and Colleen. The two of them were excellent students and loved school above all else. Another boy, Collin, followed them. Collin was the family's Quiddich star. After him came, Kelly. She was the popular one, having more friends than she knew what to do with. Then there was little Patrick. Despite being only three, he knew Patrick was going to be the quiet one. All of his children shared his reddish-brown hair and had ocean blue eyes. All of them, that is, except for little Patrick. He had carrot orange hair and light blue eyes. It seemed that the new baby would deviate from the norm as well. He had jet black hair on his head.
"Dad, what's his name?" asked Kelly.
"Yeah," added Collin, "you never mentioned that part to us."
The father thought for a moment. It appeared that, in all of the excitement, he had forgotten what he and his wife had named the new baby.
"Christopher. His name is Christopher," the father, finally, replied.
"You hear that, Patrick, you have a little brother named Christopher," Maura told the little boy sitting on her lap.
Patrick smiled, following the lead of the rest of his family. He wasn't really sure what they were smiling about but he followed suit.
"Ok!" he replied, happily.
The father kissed all of his children and too the eldest of the bunch to see their mother.
The new baby was brought home a few days later. This family lived in a small wizarding village called Hound's Hollow. The mansion, called Hound's Tooth, had been the home of the Dolan wizarding family since before anyone could remember.
An old looking witch was waiting in the door way.
As soon as the entire family set foot in the house, she said, "Let me see my new grandson."
Baby Christopher was handed off to his grandmother while the older children headed off to their rooms.
Little Patrick stuck around though. He liked the new baby and decided to make friends with him. He wanted to be a big brother, just like all of his big brothers.
(AN: Like it? Hate it? Please read and review. Constructive criticism please!)