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Chapter Ten: Dragon Dance
Rhys's POV
I stood next to my Dad, Charlie Weasley, who was also my trainer, this is my second year of training and after this year I'd be a fully fledged Dragon Trainer. Mostly I wanted to specialize in the rescue of Dragons, and my favorite dragon, the Hungarian Horntail.
"How are you feeling Rhys?" Dad asked me handing me a bottle of water. Mum has this tendency to know exactly what we'll need that day for work and to make sure it's sent with us when we go to work in the morning. Right now Dad and I are on break sitting in the green grass watching the Dragons mate.
"I'm feeling good," I looked off at the two Hungarian Horntails that were doing a mating dance, "I think I'm seeing one of the most amazing things I'll ever see in my life." I told him not able to tear my eyes away from the dragons,
"I remember feeling that way when I was training, that feeling it never goes away." He told me with a smile I chuckled drinking some of the cool water. Sometimes I felt bad for Mum, Grandma Molly had this irritating way of assuming because she's a muggle, and likes doing things the muggle way she was archaic. Mum always says that she was raised to do things with her hands, and that Molly is a fat old bint cause she does everything with a wave of her wand. Not that I minded mum being a muggle, all three of us learned the lesson of doing things with our hands. No silly stick waveing to get chores done. Ana learned to cook the non-magical way, she says she loves cooking to relieve stress.
"Dragons are marvelous. Grandma Molly acts enough like one." I muttered bitterly, once I turned eighteen almost two years ago she had started insisting I find some nice girl to settle down with and marry." Dad chuckled,
"Your Grandma Molly will never be happy with anything." I looked at him, "She was always after Bill to cut his hair and settle down with a nice witch, she was always after me to come home and settle down with a nice witch. She wanted Percy to settle down with a nice Gryffindore witch and spend less time at the ministry," That one caused me to chuckle, "She was after Fred and George to stop pranking everyone since they could walk, Ron was too thick, Ginny was too much of a tomboy." He paused again, "And that's only my generation, think of how much Keisha hates her; poor girl." I sighed knowing what he meant, Keisha would never measure up to Grandma Molly's standards, and she wasn't polished, primed, feminine or virginal enough too.
"I just don't want to hear it about finding a nice witch. I'm only nineteen after all, and mum was what 23, 24 when she imprinted on you?" He nodded his head, "I figure it will happen when it happens, and until then…" I trailed off, "Well until then I'm content sitting here watching Dragon's dance." My dad clasped my shoulder,
"That's my boy." I chuckled still looking at the Dragon's. Now I can fully understand why Dad was such a workaholic when we were children, and why mom never pressed for her to come home.
"Has mum ever seen this?" I asked looking at my dad, his red hair is graying, his goat-t is totally grey and he is starting to wrinkle around the edges, but his smile and his brown eyes are still just as young as they ever have been,
"She's seen it multiple times." He told me with a smile, "I brought her here to see this the night I proposed to her, it was three months after we had started dating, and they day the rituals started I went out, bought the ring, and apparated her here to propose to her. Until you were born we came and watched the mating rituals every year." I looked up at him,
"Why'd you guys stop?" I questioned, He smiled with a wink,
"You try bringing a two year old who is too smart for his own good around dragons and tell me how that goes." I shrugged my shoulders smiling, I'd only heard stories about the things I'd done when I was too, and very few of those stories involved accidental magic. I looked down at my dad's scared burned calloused hands; those were my dad's hands always had been. Every one of my uncles except Ron had calloused worked hands, even Percy and Bill with their office jobs. Percy did all the maintenance around the house for Aunt Pansy, even though they had more than enough money to pay someone. Uncle Percy says that's his way of making sure Pansy knows he loves her. By snaking the shower drain whenever her long curly blonde hair clogged it up.
My line of vision traveled up my dad's arm on his muscular forearm was a tattoo of a Hungarian Horntail, a little further up was my mom's name in scrawling beautiful script, I'd seen my dad shirtless enough times to know he also had each of us kid's names tattooed on his arm. I had one small tattoo on my bicep, it's elfish for loyalty.
"You know Rhys, I couldn't be prouder of you." My dad told me standing up, our ten minute break was over and we had dragon eggs to collect; dad offered me his hand helping me up off my arse to my feet. "I couldn't be prouder of any of my kids."