It's already been 2 weeks guys! And I've somehow ended up being ale to sneak on every so often late at night to finish what I don't at school! I am so thankful for all the reviews that I've gotten! You guys are so great at that. Here is a short drabble for another "Christmas Morning" type of thing requested by theEternalDaylightingRanger. Hope you like!
One year, George Blakeney only got clothes for Christmas.
They weren't the type of "Oh gorgeous clothes! Look how fashionable they are! That cravat is pretty stylish" type of thing.
No.
It was the "garb of the peasantry" type of thing.
The little boy, 6 or 7,was initially confused at the gifts stuffed in his stocking until he looked a his parents. His father was slouched in his chair, though watching intently and his mother was glaring at him, something George recognized easily.
"What are those, Percy?' she gritted her teeth.
"Disguises." His father looked very proud as he started to explain.
"Now he can dress up as a scoundrel and save his little sister from the bad guys."
His mother kept glaring as she tried to find what words to say.
"You really are trying to raise him to be like you, aren't you?"
"What's so bad about me?"
"I'm not going to have another male in this house risk his life saving the world every day."
"I would never," Percy drawled and grinned at her. She sighed and turned to George.
"Go ahead and enjoy those disguises, but don't get any ideas."
"Wouldn't ever dream of it, Maman" George grinned, matching his father almost exactly.