A/N
This is for the quidditch league
Round 6
Falmouth Falcons
Prompts
Chaser 2: mature and childish
(dialogue) "I'm not asking for perfection. I'm asking for effort!"
(dialogue) "Yeah, well, I want a million Galleons and a pet dragon. We can't all get what we want." (
Object: quill
Word count 1456
"Bugger you, Mum!" Iris shrieked, angrily crossing her arms over her chest.
Lily stood in front of her five-year-old daughter, her teeth biting into her cracked lip. It had been a long, exhausting day.
"I'm not going to give in that easily, Iris." Lily sighed, brushing her sweaty hair back behind her ears.
"But Mum, it's Lyra! How could you not let me take a portkey to see my cousin?" Iris snapped back, stamping her foot impatiently on the carpeted living room floor.
Lily's patience began to dwindle; her palms were clammy with sweat, and her face red with barely contained frustration.
"Iris Rowle, your arguing is going to go nowhere in this house. You know exactly why your dad and I aren't letting you go, and you're still pushing your luck with me," Lily calmly said, batting her fuming daughter's hands away from her face.
Iris stormed from the room, her face red and tear streaked and her hands bunched tightly in fists.
Elliot watched his sister's figure retreat out into the backyard and looked over at his Mum.
"Mum, why can't Iris see Lyra? It couldn't hurt, could it?" Elliot asked quietly.
"It could, El, it could end everything for Caden and me." Lily sighed. She laid a firm hand on her son's shoulder and steered him into the kitchen where Caden sat filling out paperwork with his glittery feather quill.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
"Can you stop that, Caden? I'm trying to think." Lily grumbled, pouring herself a glass of fire whisky, first of a few that evening.
"Dad, I want to go to Lyra's!" Iris whined as she helped set the table for dinner that night.
"Yeah, well, I want a million Galleons and a pet dragon. We can't all get what we want," Caden said dismissively, setting his quill down beside the near empty ink well.
"But that's unrealistic, Dad, and we already have plenty of dragons in the sanctuary!" Iris exclaimed.
"Drop it, Iris, your Dad and I have had enough of your nonsense. Get done with your dinner and do something useful for once." Lily sighed, glaring over the table at her daughter.
Iris had everything in order. Now, all she had to do was execute the plan.
She was furious at her family, even Elliot was on her parents' side, and Elliot never disagreed with her. He was her twin after all; and weren't twins supposed to stick together?
Iris calmly strode from the house, letting the doors fall shut behind her as she waltzed down the cobblestone path towards the dragon sanctuary.
The first part of her plan had gone smoothly, she had put a drop of sleeping draught into her parent's mugs of tea and pretended everything was all good and dandy.
She had told Elliot that he could play with her enchanted quidditch game while she slipped into her parents' room and took a backpack that she knew had an Extension Charm on it.
Now, as the sun began to rise, Iris climbed the wired gate of the sanctuary, carefully scanning her Mum's security badge and sliding down the other side.
She just had to find Opal, give him his eye-sight potion (Opal was blind) and jump on his back.
She knew very well how to fly a dragon, and she had been examining a map for a week now on the best route to the New Zealand Ministry of Magic. Iris thought that flying via dragon to the Ministry was the least discrete method. Traveling by floo would surely be asking to get in trouble. Her parents would be immediately notified by the activation of the floo, and it would spit her out into the Ministry's atrium, in plain sight for all to see. Yes, dragon was best.
Iris opened the gate to Opal's secluded hut and peered into the dark.
"Opal boy, I have your potion!" Iris said excitedly as she tapped on the metal container that held Opal's breakfast and medicine.
Slowly, but surely, Opal raised his large head and blindly made his way towards the smell of his breakfast and the small figure that was standing impatiently near the enclosure's door.
"Hurry up now, Opal, I don't want to waste precious time." Iris huffed, pulling her long hair into a messy ponytail while she watched the dragon wolf down his breakfast.
Burp! Burp! Burp!
"Opal, be quiet, you'll make everything look suspicious," Iris hissed, smacking Opal's rough snout.
The dragon huffed noisily but obediently gobbled up his breakfast.
While his potion set in, Iris decided that it would be good to check the map one last time before she climbed on to Opal's scaly back.
The potion had now set in and Iris deftly climbed onto Opal's back,and made sure that she was secure and safe for lift off.
"Let's go, Opal boy!" Iris whooped as she gently kicked Opal forwards. He grunted stubbornly, refusing to move.
"C'mon, Opal," Iris urged impatiently. "We need to go now, or Mum and Dad will find out."
Opal let out a small snap of protest. He ducked his head and nuzzled at the ground.
"Opal!" Iris kicked his sides again, urging him into flight. "C'mon, Opal, my big boy. Please! You can do this. I'll give you extra treats."
With a grunt and a puff of smoke, Opal flapped his enormous wings and sprung into the early morning air.
The fresh air stung Iris's freckled face, and her hair sprung loose from it's tie, spreading out behind her like a buffeting kite in the wind.
What a pleasant morning for a ride, Iris thought as she gently steered Opal forwards above the luscious green fields surrounding the dragon sanctuary.
Iris giggled freely as she made Opal fly upside down and around large oak trees that surrounded the perimeter.
Opal is getting too old for this, he thought to himself as they finally caught sight of the glittery Ministry building.
"Good job, Opal m'boy. If you land on the roof, I can climb the ways down and sneak in through a window to the portkey department, I am the best at this!" Iris said, as she hung from one of Opal's large, scaly claws.
Opal swooped around the building a couple times before gently landing on the centre of the metal roof, making sure not to hurt Iris's small figure.
Iris rolled off of Opal's foot and affectionately rubbed Opal's snout before pulling her robes tighter around herself and heading off across the metal roof.
Iris crept along the roof, shielding her eyes with a small, slim hand, the light from the rising sun, reflecting off the silver, metal roof. As she made her way to the edge of the roof, Opal watched after her retreating figure, small against the horizon.
"Whoa, it's a long way down from here!" Iris exclaimed a couple minutes later, hanging over the edge of the tall building.
Far below, Iris could see the massive courtyard with its large, empty stone benches and its magnificent garden with beds full of flowers; the blossoms blooming brightly in the dew filled air.
From behind her, Opal let out a loud snort, sending Iris tumbling from the edge of the roof.
"Dragon dung!" Iris shrieked as she hurtled dangerously towards the ground.
Iris could clearly see Opal's large shadow above her, his large wings spread lazily out skywards, his head tilted to the side with a definite devil's grin glinting from his large, glittering eyes.
Iris gawked up at the looming creature, realising too late that she was about to collide painfully with the jutting out windowsill of Caden's office.
SMACK!
"Bloody hell!" Iris squeaked, pulling her aching legs up onto the skinny windowsill.
Before Iris could move another limb, the window behind her quietly opened and long, muscular arms, all too familiar to Iris, brought her carefully into the cluttered office and gently placed her on the cold, tiled floor.
Iris looked gloomily up at her annoyed Father, her little eyes beginning to fill with large, fearful tears.
"Iris Rowle," Caden began, ""Did you really think you could get away with this trickery?"
"I really tried this time, Dad!" Iris whined, forgetting all about her fear and getting back to the all too familiar tantrum that had been occurring the passed couple of weeks.
"I'm not asking for perfection. I'm asking for effort!" Caden chuckled as he set Iris to work cleaning the cluttered office a few minutes later.
"But Dad, wasn't that perfection?" Iris asked cheekily.
"It was more effort, Iris, you didn't exactly perfect the sneak, you know?" Caden asked through his laughter.
Iris ignored him, stamped her foot grumpily and continued her punishment for the remainder of the day.
