Stealing Cinderella
His eyes were soft as he looked from photograph to photograph. She was so young in each of them, her eyes bright and smile unburdened – she looked free. His fingers grazed the glass of the one closest to him, taking in the sight of a small girl with bushy brown hair holding a horridly ugly cat to the camera. Ron smiled softly, a little laugh leaving his lips. The pictures were still, just like the rest of the house.
'Muggles,' Ron thought, 'they truly keep things simple, but that makes it beautiful.' He admired the way each photo perfectly captured the moment, with no need for anything else.
The light from the afternoon sun shone through the window, giving the room a soft glow. Everything seemed so warm, so full of life. He felt welcomed into the space, like he and everything around him belonged. He understood why Hermione loved this place so much. Ron was focused on the photos, leaning in to get a better look at one, when suddenly a voice said from behind:
"Ain't she something, son?" Ron whirled around to find Mr Granger standing behind him. His eyes were focused on the photographs, a smile playing on his lips.
"Yes, she's quite a woman." Ron studied the mans' face. His eyes were shining; just a father about to say good-bye to his daughter. He finally looks at Ron, nods his head and holds out his hand. A great grin appears on the young mans' face, his eyes lit up like the sun. Without a thought, he disregards the extended hand and wraps his arms around the man.
"Thank you, Sir," he says, his heart elated.
"You take care of her," Hermione's father mumbles, his hands awkwardly patting Ron's back. Ron lets go of him and takes a deep breath before replying.
"Always."
'Stealing Cinderella' Chuck Wicks – Take a Prompt, Leave a Prompt; School of Prompts: Yellow. (306)