As always, for the lovely and beautiful Bexy, who's the sister I've never had :D I love you!
-3-
"I pick dad to be on my team. Hugh, you can have mum," Rose declared bossily as she extracted the broomsticks from the rather cluttered spare room.
"Rosie, that's no fair! Mum is awful at flying!" Hugo complained, his little arms struggling to take the broom from Rose.
"Did I hear someone complain about my flying skills?" Their mother's voice floated from the kitchen, sounding only partly amused. Rose giggled. "Mum, Hugo doesn't believe you can – umpf!" She struggled as her brother pounced on her, refusing to allow her to speak.
"Daddy and Rose always team up for practice Quidditch, mum, I want to fly with dad!" Hugo bellowed, happy to not have his sister interject for once. Rose squirmed beneath his hands. For a little boy, he could be quite strong.
Ron walked in on the siblings and laughed at the sight before him.
"Hey, no killing each other over Quidditch!" he exclaimed as he pulled Hugo off his sister and plucked Rose off the floor, fighting laughter. His children reminded him a little too much of the fights that George and Ginny used to have when he was younger.
"Dad, can I fly with you today, please?" Hugo pleaded with huge eyes.
Rose shook her head violently. "I'm flying with daddy today. You fly on his team the next weekend, okay?"
"But that's what you say every weekend!" Hugo moaned, clearly disillusioned.
"Here's a solution," Ron interjected before his children began tearing each other apart.
"I fly with Rose for the practice match, but you and I compete against your mum and sister for the actual game, okay? How does that sound?" Ron offered what he hoped would be a solution to make both his children happy, but Rose was a little more demanding and very difficult to placate.
"Dad, why can't we fly together in the match?"
"Well, then your brother flies practice with me."
"No fair!" Rose exclaimed, stomping a foot on the ground.
Ron just picked his daughter up and swung her around, watching with happiness as her sour mood elevated into one of happiness.
"Alright, alright," she conceded once she was put down. She went over to a wide-eyed Hugo, who looked at her expectantly.
"You can play both matches with dad today," she gave in generously. Hugo whooped with joy and grabbed his dad's broom before his, after which he ran towards the garden.
However, Ron wasn't all that convinced with his daughter's generosity.
"You're going to demand to play both matches with me for the next two weeks, aren't you?" He asked, not needed a reply the second he watched her lips curve into a diabolical grin.
"Oh, two is too less, daddy. I was thinking the entire month." She then pulled on the bottom of his shirt and asked him to stoop a little, placing a little kiss on his cheek.
"I love you, daddy. Now, will you get the brooms while I check on mummy in the kitchen?"
He nodded happily as she scampered away and wasn't very surprised to find his eyes a little moist.