Tellurian: of or characteristic of earth or its inhabitants
March 25, 2016
"…and they can fly and breath under water and they've got three eyes and the technology to blow up entire star ships!" the eight-year-old redhead's shrill voice carried over the noise of the crowded shopping mall as he bobbed excitedly between the two old men, clutching a comic book in both his hands. There were already sticky smudges on the glossy cover from the sour gummy worms he'd been sucking down since lunch.
Arthur Weasley and Paul Granger exchanged amused looks over their grandson's head. As Hugo was his only grandson, Mr. Granger liked nothing better than to treat him to a day at the cinema. And since Rose was not such a fan of the action films packed with aliens and brave explorers that meant they could also stop into the comic shop across the way. And since Arthur was forever asking eager questions about this sort of Muggle thing, Mr. Granger had decided they might as well invite him along and make a party of it.
"I'm telling you," Hugo chattered as one of his grandfathers steered him toward a vacant bench in the middle of the sunlit mall atrium. "Earth is just so boring when you've read about a whole other galaxy."
Mr. Granger gave him an indulgent grin and ruffled his bright red hair. "I dunno, Hue, I bet your mum could make you three-eyed and purple-skinned and able to breath underwater if you gave her five minutes."
"But it's not the same as being born that way," Hugo lamented, slumping back dramatically in his seat and letting his comic book fall open on his knees.
Dramatic was not a side either of his grandfathers often saw in Hugo. Although, it wasn't terribly often that either got to see him all on his own and the center of attention (and it probably didn't hurt that they had hopped him up on sugar all morning). But it was obvious when he cracked his eyes open to see them both watching him fondly and grinned broadly that he was loving every minute of it.
"I'll bet there's something your galactic heroes haven't found on any of their fourteen planets yet," Arthur said suddenly, winking at Hugo and nodding toward the corner of the atrium. "Shall we see if we can finally eat up all those ghosts with that packer-man over there?"
"Pacman?" Hugo said, leaping to his feet, his woe over being earth-bound forgotten. "Comeoncomeoncomeon!"
And he was off at a run, leaving his two laughing grandfathers to follow in his wake.
A/N: Hugo is quiet the nerd in my head. Dunno why, but he is. Destined to follow in his Granddad Weasley's Muggle fascination, if only for the comic books, gummy worms, and alien movies. :D I love him. Let me know what you think, though.