Not My Hair, You Witch!
Lucius Malfoy was not a happy old man. And given his current predicament, he had a very good reason to be grumpy. Narcissa had thrown him out of the house saying he needed to visit his grandson, and he had come here, only to find that his granddaughter-in-law was at work. Which meant she had left the tiny, wretched witch of the family in the care of Scorpius. The younger man had breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lucius, glad to have company for baby-sitting. Which brought Lucius to this situation.
"Grea' Gran'dad, youw haiw is so pwetty! And soft. And beaut'ful. And pwetty! I love them sooo much!"
Lucius muttered some choicest words under his breath and shot another glare that promised retribution at his grandson. Scorpius was currently sitting across from him, watching the show and trying to suppress a smile.
"I wish I had youw haiw," the little girl who was currently butchering his lovely, white locks continued. "Then I would be pwetty, too!"
"You're beautiful, Astoria," Lucius replied through gritted teeth. What else could he even do.
Scorpius sent a smirk in his direction and turned to the girl. "Tori, you know when great granddad was young, his hair was platinum blond, not white like it is now.
Little Astoria gasped. Then, she stumbled around the table on her chubby legs and climbed onto her father's lap. Threading Scorpius' hair through her tiny fingers, she asked, "Like youws, Daddy?" On Scorpius' nod, she turned, wide-eyed, to Luicus. "It mus' be even mowe pwettier! Grea' Gran'dad, you mus' be vewy beaut'ful, yes?"
"Handsome," Lucius growled, suppressing his urge to yell about the unfairness of life. He, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, was sitting with pink bows and sparkle in his hair, entertaining a Granger-Weasley spawn, admittedly half-Malfoy, yet not a pureblood. At least the girl was unhappy with the hair she had got from her mother and had been commenting on the good looks every Malfoy before her had naturally inherited. It signified she knew about the importance of looks which her mother obviously didn't realise the value of, or this would have had been even more intolerable.
He sent a death-glare that said 'you're going to pay for this' in Scorpius' direction, scowling when the young man simply grinned at him and turned back to his daughter who was talking animatedly about hair and unicorns and bushes and all things pink—honestly, the girl had an obsession with pink!
"My haiw 's like a big bwown bush!" Waving her hands around her head, she continued. "Like Mama. Mama is at wowk, isn't she, Daddy? Daddy, you stick a unico'n tail on my head. Then I would have haiw like Grea' Gran'dad Lush-ius!" Lucius growled, and when the tiny menace turned to face him, limbs poised to get off her father's lap, he nearly groaned. "Grea' Gran'dad," she said, "yow haiw is white now, but don't wowy, I'll make it all pink and pwetty!"
And it was back to horrendous-hair-treatment. Lucius wished Malfoys could cry!
Word Count: 508
Prompts used:
From Hogwarts Assignment #6
• Potions — Write about someone (other than Hermione Granger) wishing that they had a hair type different to what they already have.
