Mama wasn’t exactly thrilled that Uncle Reginald had decided to give the family not one but three fanged frisbees (one for him and one for each of his brothers), but even she wasn’t mean enough to take away a gift. Her condition had been that they couldn’t play with it in the house, especially while they were at the Foxwoods because Aunt Viola hadn’t been happy when Arthur had knocked over a vase and broken it and then hidden it from all the adults. Charlie had been there to eagerly cheer him on, but that was beside the fact.
Playing outside had only lasted only a day or two when it became apparent that it was too cold out to play, but what she didn’t know didn’t hurt her, at least until erm… the fanged frisbee shot down the hallway and landed right in Mama’s lap. It gobbled up the stitch… pillow thing that Mama had been working on, and that had been the end of that. She had gathered her three children and the governess for his little brothers before shooing them out the door to burn off some of the energy they had. Mama had taken two of the frisbees because they didn’t need to be tossing three around at the park.
Charlie begged to differ, but he knew not to argue with his mother.
(He also had a feeling that Uncle Reg got an earful after that, but as long as he didn’t get the howler, then Charlie didn’t mind Uncle Reg getting scolded.)
So here they were at Padmore. Arthur and Anthony were playing a game that Charlie would call childish now (he was a mature Hogwarts first year after all), leaving him to his own devices. He held the frisbee in his hand, which growled as he brushed his fingers against the edge of it. Before it could nip at him though, Charlie tossed it as hard as he could, watching it glide across the park… right into the lap of someone eating ice cream on the bench.
Charlie groaned before he trotted over. Hopefully she won't cry. He didn't like it when girls did that.
Playing outside had only lasted only a day or two when it became apparent that it was too cold out to play, but what she didn’t know didn’t hurt her, at least until erm… the fanged frisbee shot down the hallway and landed right in Mama’s lap. It gobbled up the stitch… pillow thing that Mama had been working on, and that had been the end of that. She had gathered her three children and the governess for his little brothers before shooing them out the door to burn off some of the energy they had. Mama had taken two of the frisbees because they didn’t need to be tossing three around at the park.
Charlie begged to differ, but he knew not to argue with his mother.
(He also had a feeling that Uncle Reg got an earful after that, but as long as he didn’t get the howler, then Charlie didn’t mind Uncle Reg getting scolded.)
So here they were at Padmore. Arthur and Anthony were playing a game that Charlie would call childish now (he was a mature Hogwarts first year after all), leaving him to his own devices. He held the frisbee in his hand, which growled as he brushed his fingers against the edge of it. Before it could nip at him though, Charlie tossed it as hard as he could, watching it glide across the park… right into the lap of someone eating ice cream on the bench.
Charlie groaned before he trotted over. Hopefully she won't cry. He didn't like it when girls did that.
