A/N: Ron puts Hugo to bed the night before his eighth birthday. First attempt at Ron/Hugo father-son bonding.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Speed Drabble - popcorn, cupcake, "Twelve whole hours.", "I HATE flying.", "Well you know what they say..."
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Hogwarts Scavenger Hunt - Hugo Weasley
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"Twelve whole hours," Hugo groaned as he sat up in bed looking at the clock across from this bed which read 10:45. I could understand my son's annoyance. Tomorrow would be his birthday party and he couldn't wait for it to begin.
"Well you know what they say, good things come to those who wait," I said with a chuckle as I sat on the bed and gently pushed him back down onto his pillow. "It must be pretty exciting to be turning eight," I said as I drew the bedsheet up to his chest.
"We're going to have a movie marathon tomorrow!" Hugo said excitedly.
"Yes, I know,"I said. "Your mother got all your favourites, and she even got a few new ones saved on the telly." I still didn't fully understand the whole movie-telly thing, but Hermione seemed to have a handle on it. And as long as Hugo was happy, so was I.
"Make sure she got me all the Transformer movies, 'How to Train Your Dragon' and 'Rise of the Guardian', okay, Dad?" Hugo said, counting off the movies on his fingers.
I nodded, "Sure thing, Hu." I had a small idea of the movies he was saying, he'd mentioned a few of them before, but I'd just pass on the message to Hermione.
Hugo smiled and said, "Make sure she makes enough popcorn tomorrow, too. You know how James and Albus like to eat. And cupcakes!"
"Cupcakes?" I asked.
Hugo nodded, "Yes, Mum promised me cupcakes for my birthday last year."
Last year, we had gone to a Quidditch match for Hugo's birthday. I can't remember anything about cupcakes, but I do remember Puddlemere United beating the Wisbourne Wasps by 20 points even though the Wasps caught the Snitch.
"Ok then, Hu. I'll remind her," I said as I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the almost-eight-year-old's forehead.
I stood up from the bed and said, "Remember, we're waking up early for our birthday fly."
Hugo nodded excitedly. Ever since he turned four and Hermione finally agreed to let me buy him a training broom, it had been tradition for the two of us to take a early morning fly on his birthday.
"I HATE flying!" a loud voice said from beyond the open doorway.
Hugo shouted out to his sister, "That's why you're not invited, Rosie. It's boys only."
I laughed at their antics. I tried the tradition initially with Rose but she hated brooms almost as much as Hermione. I didn't worry too much though. I could see the way she would look wistfully at Hugo and I on our brooms. I'd convert her before she started Hogwarts in about a year. More than enough time.
I walked to the doorway and drew my wand to dim the lights. "Goodnight, Hu," I said softly.
Hugo yawned and turned on his side. "Night, Dad," he muttered.