"Mummy, Hugo won't gimme the the shovel!" Rose tugged on her mothers leg.
"Hugo," called Hermione wearily, from the beach towel she was resting on, "please give your sister back the shovel!"
Three-year-old Hugo looked up to his mother from where he was sitting on the shoreline, cross-legged with the water washing up to his feet and making random jabs at the sand with a plastic blue shovel. "Mine!" he yelled in that toddler-lisp that made everyone melt over him.
"I wanna build a sand castle," Rose whined, more insistant than ever. Hermione had vaguely hoped that taking her son and daughter to the beach while her husband was away at work would be a fun, peaceful, family daytrip, but evidently her almost five year old daughter could not stop arguing with her little brother, who took after his father in terms of stubborness.
Using her forearms to prop herself up, Hermione looked at her son, who was clutching the shovel protectively to his chest, and her daughter, who was trying to look as old as possible by putting her hands on her hips. "Can you share it?"
"No share! Shovel's mine!" shouted Hugo.
"Muuuuummm," whined Rose, drawing out her name in exasperation. Hermione grabbed her wand and picked up a few grains of sand, transfiguring it into another identical blue shovel.
"There you go, Rosie," sighed Hermione, and handed her daughter the shovel. Rose waddled away towards her brother and began digging right next to him immediately.
"Wanna build a sand castle, Hugo?"
"Sand cas-well?" asked the three year old. "What's sand cas-well?"
Rose smiled a crooked smile at her brother. "I'll show you!"
I've been addicted to writing Ron/Hermione family fics lately... sigh...
For the Fantastic Beasts Challenge, category Erkling
If You Dare Challenge, category Sand Castle
Legendary Gods and Goddesses Competition, category Poseidon