Chapter 7: The Strict Daddy
They had discussed it when they woke up. Hermione told him the names all of the worksheets Rosie did.
The timing was perfect, because Hermione had to be present at a very important Ministry meeting at 8:00 today. Usually, she didn't go to work on a Saturday, but she was trying to pass a new law on Hippogriffs.
Ron and Hermione was up before Rosie was. Hermione changed into her suit and apparated away nibbling on a piece of toast.
Ron made himself some toast too, and sat down to read the news. It was 9:00 when he went inside Rosie's room to wake her up. After breakfast, Ron remembered Hermione's instructions. He got out the textbook and worksheets and set them out in front of Rosie.
Rosie silently cursed. These worksheets! Daddy never made her work on these worksheets. There was a mighty chance that she can worm her way out of this.
"But Daddy, it's Saturday!"
Gah, that was stupid.
Ron silently swore, he should've known his daughter would try to get out of this. What could he say?
No, no, no, he would not drag Hermione into this.
He was supposed to be strict. Well, if that's his job, then strict he shall be.
"You need to do these. You need to practice."
"You sound just like mum."
Ron winced. He did not sign up for this.
Time to man up.
He took a seat next to Rosie and pushed a pencil into her hand: "You need to practice." He said more firmly.
Rosie rolled her eyes and gave in. She continued to where she left off.
Ron clasped his hands at the back of his head. In admiration, he watched Rosie whizz through the math worksheet. He could hardly do any math when he enrolled into Hogwarts. It seemed so… muggle.
"Done." Rosie pushed the worksheet over to her father. Ron flipped to the answer section of the textbook and checked her answers. Only 2 wrong.
"See, this is proof that you need practice!"
"And now, grammar!"
"Dad, I hate grammar!"
"Do your grammar!"
"I've done math and did my vocabulary and even practiced piano! Can't I at least have a break?"
Ron hesitated.
Fatal.
Rosie saw her chance the moment it presented herself.
"Come on Daddy! There's a cake in the fridge. Mummy will be back soon, anyways."
Ron's face hardened. "No, you have to practice grammar as well."
Rosie's face fell. A thousand thoughts rushed through her head as she picked up her pencil.
Why is Daddy so strict all of a sudden? Is it something I did wrong? I didn't get in trouble at school this week. I got a good score on the recent spelling test. Is Daddy mad at other things? Is something going on between Mummy and him? Is it my fault?
For the first time in her life, Rosie wanted to put distance between herself and her father.
There was a sharp crack at the door.
"Ron! Rosie! I'm home!"
