"Okay! I have a list of things we can do this week and-"
"Mom."
"What?"
"No."
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
"Think about what you're saying."
Hermione looked at Ron. "He's right 'Mione. You sound like a football mum."
"Oh dear." Hermione said.
Ron grinned. "No I have some suggestions."
"Oh no you don't! They know us by name at thehospital already."
Ron sighed. "They may as well just have stayed at school then. It has all the necessary components; boredom, tedium, pin-pricking and, collective gasp, a whiny, naggy, off-kilter you."
"Now you just be quiet. What do you guys want to do?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The first part of Elisabeth's holiday passed quickly, but when it cam time fore her week with Seamus and Caroline she was oh-so nervous. It wasn't the thought of spending a week under the same roof as Seamus Finnigan that scared her, it was the thought of actually meeting Marit Svenson.
"I'm really not that scary." Seamus said when Elisabeth was border- line hyperventilating as they pulled up to the cottage.
"It's not you." She managed.
"SHE isn't that bad either." Seamus said, winking.
Elisabeth managed a smile. "Prove it."
"I needn't do that. She'll prove it herself when you two go to tea tonight."
"Dinner." Caroline said.
"Tea." Seamus replied.
"Tonight?"
"That's right. If she's awful it'll be like peeling off a band-aid. If you like her you can get to know each other better or whatever."
"What are the chances of my dad giving up on this entire thing?"
"I don't know. He likes her pretty well." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elisabeth sat on the edge of her bed.
"Stop squirming and I'll get done with your hair much quicker."
"Oh I'm sorry, I'll sit here patiently and let you do my hair so I can speed up my meeting with the woman my dad wants to make my new mother."
Caroline finished quickly and turned Elisabeth around to face her. "Perfect."
"What would you do if it was your dad that wanted to get married?"
Caroline considered for a moment. "I would give my blessings."
Elisabeth looked at her. "Really?"
"Yes. I've never had a mother, and my dad isn't the cheeriest of people sometimes. I sort of wish he would find a girlfriend. Perk himself up some."
"What happened to your mother?"
Caroline paused and shook her head. "I don't know. She was a French girl, but I don't know much else about her."
Elisabeth nodded. "So what am I going to wear tonight?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elisabeth walked into the restaurant. She saw her dad sitting at a table and Marit at a separate one.
Seamus squeezed her shoulder. "Good luck." And he and Caroline went to sit with Harry.
Elisabeth made her way over to Marit. Marit stood and shook Elisabeth's hand and they both sat down.
Elisabeth glanced at the shredded napkin in Marit's hand. "I reckon you're near about as nervous as I am."
Marit laughed anxiously. "I guess so." They both looked over at Harry and then turned back to each other.
"Do you suppose you're going to be my mother then?" Elisabeth asked shyly.
"Well," Marit said carefully. "I am marrying your father but that doesn't make me your mother unless you want me to be."
"Yes?" Elisabeth said.
Marit smiled. "Good on that." Elisabeth was surprised. She had expected Marit to be a non-mother type.
"One more question." Elisabeth said.
"Do tell."
"Will I have to call Kris Uncle?"
"Mom."
"What?"
"No."
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
"Think about what you're saying."
Hermione looked at Ron. "He's right 'Mione. You sound like a football mum."
"Oh dear." Hermione said.
Ron grinned. "No I have some suggestions."
"Oh no you don't! They know us by name at thehospital already."
Ron sighed. "They may as well just have stayed at school then. It has all the necessary components; boredom, tedium, pin-pricking and, collective gasp, a whiny, naggy, off-kilter you."
"Now you just be quiet. What do you guys want to do?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The first part of Elisabeth's holiday passed quickly, but when it cam time fore her week with Seamus and Caroline she was oh-so nervous. It wasn't the thought of spending a week under the same roof as Seamus Finnigan that scared her, it was the thought of actually meeting Marit Svenson.
"I'm really not that scary." Seamus said when Elisabeth was border- line hyperventilating as they pulled up to the cottage.
"It's not you." She managed.
"SHE isn't that bad either." Seamus said, winking.
Elisabeth managed a smile. "Prove it."
"I needn't do that. She'll prove it herself when you two go to tea tonight."
"Dinner." Caroline said.
"Tea." Seamus replied.
"Tonight?"
"That's right. If she's awful it'll be like peeling off a band-aid. If you like her you can get to know each other better or whatever."
"What are the chances of my dad giving up on this entire thing?"
"I don't know. He likes her pretty well." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elisabeth sat on the edge of her bed.
"Stop squirming and I'll get done with your hair much quicker."
"Oh I'm sorry, I'll sit here patiently and let you do my hair so I can speed up my meeting with the woman my dad wants to make my new mother."
Caroline finished quickly and turned Elisabeth around to face her. "Perfect."
"What would you do if it was your dad that wanted to get married?"
Caroline considered for a moment. "I would give my blessings."
Elisabeth looked at her. "Really?"
"Yes. I've never had a mother, and my dad isn't the cheeriest of people sometimes. I sort of wish he would find a girlfriend. Perk himself up some."
"What happened to your mother?"
Caroline paused and shook her head. "I don't know. She was a French girl, but I don't know much else about her."
Elisabeth nodded. "So what am I going to wear tonight?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elisabeth walked into the restaurant. She saw her dad sitting at a table and Marit at a separate one.
Seamus squeezed her shoulder. "Good luck." And he and Caroline went to sit with Harry.
Elisabeth made her way over to Marit. Marit stood and shook Elisabeth's hand and they both sat down.
Elisabeth glanced at the shredded napkin in Marit's hand. "I reckon you're near about as nervous as I am."
Marit laughed anxiously. "I guess so." They both looked over at Harry and then turned back to each other.
"Do you suppose you're going to be my mother then?" Elisabeth asked shyly.
"Well," Marit said carefully. "I am marrying your father but that doesn't make me your mother unless you want me to be."
"Yes?" Elisabeth said.
Marit smiled. "Good on that." Elisabeth was surprised. She had expected Marit to be a non-mother type.
"One more question." Elisabeth said.
"Do tell."
"Will I have to call Kris Uncle?"