Author: OBseSs3D
Title: Raising 'Charming'
Chapter Two: The Visit
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters.
Author's Note: Please review and critic!! Sorry it took so long. I had half of it done to day I posted the first chapter and just finished the other half. Don't forget to review.
"Someone get me my daughter, Princess Fio—"
"Ahem. Your Highness?"
"What?! You're supposed to wait until I am done talking to address me, not interrupt me!"
"My sincere apologies, Your Highness, but there's a lady outside demanding to speak with you—"
"She can wait! Everyone else who wants to talk to me has to wait. Why should she have special treatment? Come on, speak up!"
"Er. She claims that she's the Fairy Godmother—"
"Well, why didn't you say so? You should've let her in!! Bring her to me!"
"But, Your Highness, begging your pardon, said that she should wait like everyone else requesting an audience."
King Harold's glare shut him up. "Er. Right away." He bowed and left.
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"FRED!!"
"Ye..yess, madam?"
"Go find someone to let us in!!"
"But, you heard what the guard said.."
"Do I care what the disrespectful idiot said?! GO NOW!! I'm going to see Harold no matter what!"
Fred turned to search for someone who could let them enter to talk with the king when—
"Where do you think you're going?"
Fred cursed inwardly. He turned. His heart sunk. It was the guard from before. "Er. Just looking for the bathroom. I really have to go." He jumped up and down. "Had a Super-sized ale. If you could just point me in the right direction—"
The guard interrupted. "Go later. Where's the lady who came with you?" Fred pointed. "The king requests that both of you are let in." Fred rushed over to the Fairy Godmother to tell her.
"Finally! Horrible service here. So unlike the service at Fred's Fast Food. Yummm—err. Stop dawdling, Fred!! We've got work to do!"
She bustled after the guard. "'Stop dawdling, Fred,'" Fred muttered under his breath. "It's you that's dawdling—always daydreaming about food."
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"Harold!!"
Harold turned around and held out his arms for a hug. "So nice to see you again, Fairy Godmother!!"
"Shut up and let's get right to the point."
Harold lowered his arms. "Yes, yes."
"What is it I hear about selecting a husband for Princess Fiona? What of your promise to me? How am I going to inherit the throne if your ogre of a daughter marries?! Answer me!!"
"Err. See, uhmm," Harold turned away. I am dead. Got to think of something fast. Or she'll ruin me—"Yes, I do have a plan, you know. I am the King after all."
The Fairy Godmother waited, not impressed.
"See, all you have to do is, er, enter your son in the competition. Have him win Princess Fiona's heart and astound the judges. And ta-da! He marries my daughter."
The King was quite pleased with himself.
"Yes..what a wonderful idea, Harold.. EXCEPT I HAVE NO SON, YOU OAF!!!!!"
Harold winced and covered his ears. "Could you perhaps lower—"
The Fairy Godmother glared at him. She paced the room.
"But you are the Fairy Godmother, aren't you?" Fred said.
Harold and the Fairy Godmother turned to look at him. Both had forgotten he was there.
"Of course. What are you insinuating?"
"Can't you magick a son?"
The Fairy Godmother's icy look softened and she began to smile.
Then as if Fred had not suggested it, she turned to Harold and said, "Why couldn't I just magick a son and have him enter the competition? Isn't that a great idea?"
"Yes, Fred had a—"
"I am such a genius!!"
Once again forgotten, Fred scowled. "Damn woman."
Please review!! =)
Title: Raising 'Charming'
Chapter Two: The Visit
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters.
Author's Note: Please review and critic!! Sorry it took so long. I had half of it done to day I posted the first chapter and just finished the other half. Don't forget to review.
"Someone get me my daughter, Princess Fio—"
"Ahem. Your Highness?"
"What?! You're supposed to wait until I am done talking to address me, not interrupt me!"
"My sincere apologies, Your Highness, but there's a lady outside demanding to speak with you—"
"She can wait! Everyone else who wants to talk to me has to wait. Why should she have special treatment? Come on, speak up!"
"Er. She claims that she's the Fairy Godmother—"
"Well, why didn't you say so? You should've let her in!! Bring her to me!"
"But, Your Highness, begging your pardon, said that she should wait like everyone else requesting an audience."
King Harold's glare shut him up. "Er. Right away." He bowed and left.
-------
"FRED!!"
"Ye..yess, madam?"
"Go find someone to let us in!!"
"But, you heard what the guard said.."
"Do I care what the disrespectful idiot said?! GO NOW!! I'm going to see Harold no matter what!"
Fred turned to search for someone who could let them enter to talk with the king when—
"Where do you think you're going?"
Fred cursed inwardly. He turned. His heart sunk. It was the guard from before. "Er. Just looking for the bathroom. I really have to go." He jumped up and down. "Had a Super-sized ale. If you could just point me in the right direction—"
The guard interrupted. "Go later. Where's the lady who came with you?" Fred pointed. "The king requests that both of you are let in." Fred rushed over to the Fairy Godmother to tell her.
"Finally! Horrible service here. So unlike the service at Fred's Fast Food. Yummm—err. Stop dawdling, Fred!! We've got work to do!"
She bustled after the guard. "'Stop dawdling, Fred,'" Fred muttered under his breath. "It's you that's dawdling—always daydreaming about food."
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"Harold!!"
Harold turned around and held out his arms for a hug. "So nice to see you again, Fairy Godmother!!"
"Shut up and let's get right to the point."
Harold lowered his arms. "Yes, yes."
"What is it I hear about selecting a husband for Princess Fiona? What of your promise to me? How am I going to inherit the throne if your ogre of a daughter marries?! Answer me!!"
"Err. See, uhmm," Harold turned away. I am dead. Got to think of something fast. Or she'll ruin me—"Yes, I do have a plan, you know. I am the King after all."
The Fairy Godmother waited, not impressed.
"See, all you have to do is, er, enter your son in the competition. Have him win Princess Fiona's heart and astound the judges. And ta-da! He marries my daughter."
The King was quite pleased with himself.
"Yes..what a wonderful idea, Harold.. EXCEPT I HAVE NO SON, YOU OAF!!!!!"
Harold winced and covered his ears. "Could you perhaps lower—"
The Fairy Godmother glared at him. She paced the room.
"But you are the Fairy Godmother, aren't you?" Fred said.
Harold and the Fairy Godmother turned to look at him. Both had forgotten he was there.
"Of course. What are you insinuating?"
"Can't you magick a son?"
The Fairy Godmother's icy look softened and she began to smile.
Then as if Fred had not suggested it, she turned to Harold and said, "Why couldn't I just magick a son and have him enter the competition? Isn't that a great idea?"
"Yes, Fred had a—"
"I am such a genius!!"
Once again forgotten, Fred scowled. "Damn woman."
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