A/N: Cordelia gets her way. Continuation of her stay with Uncle Severus while Tom is in Albania on business. She has a small necklace from her father that she can communicate with him for emergencies, which she uses to her advantage.

Submission for:

Daily Drabble Competition: syrup


Cordelia frowned as she stared at the cold-looking bowl of oatmeal Uncle Severus had put in front of her.

"Is something wrong?" the man asked as he took a seat across from her at the table.

She pushed the bowl forward. "I'm not eating that," she said, crossing her small arms across her chest.

"Why not?" he asked, raising one eyebrow at his ward for the weekend.

"I eat pancakes for breakfast, banana pancakes and maple syrup," she said.

"I don't think your father would want you having that much... sugar at breakfast," Uncle Severus said, pushing the bowl back towards her.

Cordelia then moved her hand threateningly to the small gem around her neck, stopping the man's movement instantly. "We'll just see what my daddy thinks," she said.

"No!" Uncle Severus said, "We don't need to call him." He rose from his seat with a sigh, "You wanted pancakes, my dear?"

She gave a sickeningly sweet smile, one she didn't even know she had inherited from her mother. "Banana pancakes with loads of syrup."