a/n; thanks for the reviews, guys :D

chapter nine; I is for Ice Cream Pouts

"But Dadyyyyyy!!" Little Molly whined loud enough for everyone outside the Muggle ice-cream parlour to hear, but her father was rigid.

"No, Molly Luanne, that is enough. You've had too much sugar today." Percy was stern with his seven year old.

Molly's blue eyes teared up, and she pouted miserably.

Percy was strongly reminded of his sister at that age, begging him to dress up in Mum's fancy robe.

He was also reminded of the fact that he couldn't resist puppy-dog eyes.

He straightened his glasses and sighed.

Little Molly Luanne Weasley left holding her father's hand -

- the other hand was clutched around a vanilla ice cream cone.

a/n; aww, no matter what anyone says, i love Percy. he's totally awesome (only sometimes lol) but yeah.