MIKENEKO
A/N: Hallo, world, faithful readers, and such. I'd like to point out, for the record, that I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters mentioned, or Pocahontus. Or my cello. It's rented. That being said, please enjoy, review (Aragog wants you to. I mean, really.), and..uhm...live long and prosper, yeah?
you think I'm an ignorant savage
Scorpius Malfoy is ten years old when his mother declares that he really, really, needs glasses. His father objects. His father cites Muggles and Muggle-ish ways, and points out that a simple Eye Healing Charm will do the trick.
They go to see an actual Healer. The Healer recommends glasses until Scorpius is about twelve, as his eyes are still growing or whatever. The Healer and his father then talk magical theory and stuff, but Scorpius could care less.
They go to pick out his frames, and he chooses black, round, wire-rimmed glasses. His mother chokes with laughter, and his father, inexplicabley, silently fuming, convinces Scorpius against it, and eventually he picks out a pair of half-moon spectacles, still wire-rimmed.
Scorpius, personally, doesn't understand what all of this fuss is about.