Toulouse-Lautrec: Things aren't always as they seem.
Christian: Things are exactly the way they seem.
~Moulin Rouge
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"But I don't want to meet your Father!"
"Get over it," Parvati commented dryly, "he wants to meet you...wants to see us...me...you know."
"He's mean. You got it from him, didn't you?"
"Mother isn't exactly sweet as pie either."
"Ha," he said, "that's real comforting, Parvati."
"They'll love you," she said, kissing his cheek, "how could they not?"
"Do you think your Father wants to meet the guy that is currently with his baby?"
"Yes," she said with a nod, "I most certainly think so. Daddy's a fair man...but he isn't a nice man."
"Platform 9 and 3/4," she commented "I'm comin' home...so glad it's Christmas."
"Do you like your home?" He asked.
"I like Hogwarts," she said finally, "but I miss my folks."
"And your brother," Seamus said miserably, "I'll have to meet Todd too."
"Todd will probably be up in Bulgaria," she said stiffly, "on business."
"How old is he, again?" Seamus asked.
"Nineteen."
The rest of the duration the two sat quietly and read such odd books as: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Magical Me. Then Seamus delighted himself in taking out a mound of chocolate frogs which the two ate quickly.
It was a long ride. But the company was amazing.
Soon the train came to a screeching halt and Parvati grabbed her trunk and dragged it off the train, Seamus in tow with his beat-up trunk.
She smiled and locked hands with him.
"Well, come on now," she said encouragingly, "Daddy's waiting."
Daddy.
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