a/n; here's the next georgie chapter!
chapter eight; H is for Hottie of the Year
A loud scream jolted George from his dozing-off. He panicked, and, forgetting he was a wizard, grabbed a baseball bat and charged upstairs.
"What's wrong?! What's going on?! ROXANNE!?" He reached his daughter's room, who had just graduated Hogwarts, and found that no one was hurt.
It was just Roxanne, who was looking at a book and sitting straight up on her bed.
First was relief. Then anger.
"Why the hell did you scream like that?! I thought someone died or something!" He panted, and his daughter seemed to just realise he was in her room.
She looked up from her yearbook.
"Daddy! Daddy, guess what!?" George was apprehensive. Roxanne very rarely called him Daddy. And he hated guessing with his children. It was never anything good.
"What?" He asked cautiously, setting the baseball bat down and sinking into the armchair by the door.
"LOOK!" She squealed, shoving the yearbook in his face. He jerked back to avoid a broken nose, before grabbing the book.
"Roxanne Elizabeth Weasley. Ex cetra, ex cetra...HOTTIE OF THE YEAR!?" He fell out of his chair.
For there, beneath Roxanne's picture, was that exact phrase.
"I know, Dad, isn't it awesome!?" She squealed again, and ran outside to go show her "Aunt" Alicia, who was walking by.
Hottie. Of. The. Year.
My daughter.
Voted Hottie of the Year.
She's seventeen.
Hottie of the -
"ANGELINAAAAAAA!!"
a/n; ahaa, george's so cute when he's panicky ;P if i get two reviews, i'll put up the next two chapters RIGHT AFTER :P no more waiting!
