"I can't believe it."
"Our Timmy's finally turned five years old."
Five was an important number for humans who were raised in a magical environment. A day of awakening as their bodies slowly adapted to the physical changes that accompanied their upbringing.
"Mommy look I got wings just like you and daddy!" Timmy said, smiling.
The bright blue eyed child was beaming when he met his parents Wanda and Cosmo at the bottom of the stairs of their small home. His wings though still tender after they fully developed he was happy to finally have something in common with his parents.
The pain was only a minor setback like the time he had his tonsils taken out and he was treated to ice cream afterwards. He was proud of his fairy heritage and the fact that he was going to be able to learn how to fly under Jorgen Von Strangles tutlege come this Autumn.
If he could handle this than he could handle everything Jorgen was going to subject him to. He wasn't gonna cry, he wasn't some baby anymore he was finally a big boy now!
"Daddy, daddy it hurts, " Trixie said, she wiped a watery blue eye with the back of her hand. "make it stop. " she whined.
Trixie was not thrilled with receiving her thick pair of leathery wings. Her threshold for pain could not tolerate the sudden transition. She refused to move from the confines of her bedroom until her needs were met.
"daw, now don't you fret, " Anti-Wanda said, quietly. "momma will make it all better. "
Anti-Cosmo sat next to his daughter who was sobbing inconsolably. He couldn't embrace her for the fear of touching her new appendages and upsetting her further.
He was determined to alleviate her pain.
Anti-Cosmo produced his wand with the flick of his wrist. "I'll see what I can do, " he said, resting the tip of his wand upon Trixie's forehead. He closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath after he released his magic to heal his child.
Trixie wrapped her tiny arms around her father's waist blinking back thick tears.
"Does it hurt no more? " Anti-Wanda asked.
Trixie nodded her head yes then buried her face in Anti-Cosmo's chest as the pain begun to recede.
Trixie loved her daddy he always made everything better.
HP could only express satisfaction when he met his daughter Veronica before lunch. He was held up in a very important meeting that begun when Veronica awoke for breakfast and ended by noon.
It was HP's longest meeting to date he made it up to Veronica by making her favorite meal: rice balls and carrot sticks when he returned home.
He was proud of his little girl.
Shortly after HP arrived at his residence he found Veronica waiting eagerly in the living room to show him the news of which Sanderson spoke of. She had achieved a milestone that was worth breaking out a champagne bottle.
HP whispered into Sanderson's ear. "I suspect she 's not suffering from any complications?" he observed Veronica's behavior he could not detect any trace of suffering or discomfort.
"I think she's only trying to be brave, " Sanderson whispered back. "I suspect she was inspired by your resilience whenever you returned home after Jorgen had beaten us, " he ground a fist into the palm of his hand. "whenever you tended to your wounds away from Veronica's prying eyes. She told me she wanted to be the kind of person who could endure."
HP sighed. "Veronica, " he called.
"Yes, Papa, " Veronica said, chewing her thumbnail nervously.
"Veronica, " HP said, slowly. "if your experiencing any pain it's okay to tell Papa, " he pointed to a band-aid on his forehead. "you see my forehead?"
Veronica nodded yes.
"I bandaged my injuries do you understand? " HP exclaimed. "just because I don't scream or cry doesn't mean I don't visit a hospital."
Veronica's eyes shifted from Sanderson than back to HP.
"Promise me that whenever you hurt yourself you come to me or Sanderson. " HP made no room for argument when agreeing on his terms.
"Yes, Papa, " Veronica said, her suddenly eyes dropped to the floor where she stared at her shoes.