Weatherby the Spy: Drabbles
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related themes belong to JK Rowling, the story 'Weatherby the Spy' belongs to the ffn writer ForgeandGred7, who has given me permission to post about it.
A\N: This is a headcanon sort of drabble I have for the story mentioned above.
Christmas Eve at the Burrow, and the whole Weasley family was gathered in the living room. Most everyone was sitting on the floor with their totting babies, save for Hermione and Ginny, who were both newly pregnant with their second and third baby, respectively, sat in the two armchairs by the fire, Arthur in the one opposite them, and Percy, Fleur, and a napping baby Fred took up the couch. Little Roxanne was curled up on her Aunt Hermione's lap, and was humming to her gently, slowly lulling her to sleep, at George and Angelina's exhausted request, as she had previously done with her twin brother.
Harry sat on the floor next to Ron, with a chubby little Rose on his lap, playing a muggle clapping game about cake with her, and Ron had a less chubby Albus, who was gurgling at him and trying to eat his fingers in between nonsensical sentences and Ron would respond to him, not having a clue what the baby was saying.
Charlie was sitting next to Ginny's chair with Victoire, Dominique, little Molly, and James, telling them a greatly exaggerated story about a dragon he'd wrestled once, with Bill sitting on Ginny's other side with a two month old Louis waved his arms frantically and made weird, strangled giggling noise at his Granddad, who was making funny faces at his youngest grandchild.
Fleur, who had just braided Lucy's hair, was conversing with Percy about the history of Goblin coins, as Lucy inched closer to her sleeping cousin with a half eaten cookie held out in front of her, ready to poke his exposed cheek.
Little Molly, however, having inherited her father's and Grandmother's radar for mischief, had sense her sisters devious smirk, and hurried over to reprimand Lucy before she could wake Fred up, but stumbled in her pursuit and banged her knee against the coffee table.
"Bloody wanker!" Molly exclaimed, rubbing her knee.
"Molly Weasley!" Percy said aghast. "Where did you learn such vulgar language!?" he demanded, the entire room now giving the two their full attention.
"Mum says it all the time." Molly said with a shrug. As if on cue, Molly, George, Angelina, and Audrey came into the room carrying trays of hot cocoa for everyone. Audrey, not watching where she was going, tripped over Harry's knee, and spilled cocoa on the floor.
"Bloody wanker!" Audrey exclaimed, sending a glare at Harry's offending knee.
Lucy, even though she was almost two she had yet to start speaking, and instead opted to point and grunt at what she wanted and left everyone else to guess what she wanted, chose this moment to speak her first words.
"Bloody wanker!" Lucy yelled with a triumphant grin and looked around expectantly as the adults, minus a disapproving Percy and Fleur, erupted in laughter.
"Aww, Percy, her first words!" Audrey said as she set her tray of cocoa mugs on the table and glomped Lucy in a tight hug.
"Yes, only your child's first words would be so bolder dash." Percy said, shaking his head with a sour look on his face to hide a threatening smile.
"Lucy, honey, say git!" Audrey said excitedly, and squealed when the baby complied.
"Lucy, say damn." Ron said, and snickered when Lucy complied yet again.
"No, don't teach her such foul language!" Percy said, but the laughter in his voice betrayed him.
"Lucy, tell daddy to sod off." Ron said, and when Lucy obeyed once again, Hermione threw a stuffed animal at him.
"Ron, stop it! She's not a toy, she's a baby!" Hermione said, thoroughly unimpressed.
A\N: Review and tell me what you think.
-fnk
