Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to him.
Note: This was written for Fire the Canon's "50 Days of Inspiration" competition using the prompt a character must use a stick.
Warnings: n/a
Rating: K
Characters: Rose
Word Count: 312
Rose took her time walking through the yard, judging her steps carefully since her father hadn't unfortunately been outside recently to cast the regular Vanishing Charms that kept it from being a mine field. Her mother had insisted that he been the one to do it as it was his grand idea to get pets, although she didn't seem unhappy about the idea once she saw how much the children had appreciated their new companions. She was just glad that her parents didn't make her do it the Muggle way, picking them all up by hand. That would have been unpleasant.
Once she got past the 'area of doom,' as it was sometimes referred to, she walked briskly over to the trees and checked the ground before several of them before finding a good sturdy stick. Giving it a few test swings to make sure she liked the weight of it, she gave a whistle. "Here, Beedle! C'mon boy!"
The crup immediately lost interest in whatever he was sniffing and ran over to his owner. He bounced around her feet anxiously as he saw the stick, excited for her to throw it. Rose obliged, watching in amusement as he nearly tripped over his own feet to retrieve it. She giggled an his antics, reflecting on how much she was going to miss doing this, given that she was going to be going to Hogwarts in less than a week. She was half jealous of her brother, given that he would be able to bring his pet along with him, but she couldn't feel too jealous since she didn't want a lethargic part-kneazle anyway, no matter how much Hugo claimed he was fun.
Rose pushed the thoughts out of her head as Beedle returned the stick to her, determined to focus on the current situation and enjoy herself as much as possible.