Post by Crystal on Nov 22, 2011 5:05:48 GMT -8
Title: Expectations II
Rating: R
Word Count: 260
Warnings: strong implications of child abuse
Summary: Young Gilderoy Lockhart goes home for the holidays with some news.
A/N: This is written under the assumption that Lockhart had an abusive childhood, consistent with (but independent of) my fic written for the MC challenge, posted here.
He had wanted to wait until they were home to tell them. But it slipped out as soon as he stepped off the train! His trunk was at his feet and the other students noisily reunited with their families around him as he blurted out his exciting news to his parents.
He watched as his father’s eyebrows slowly knit together. His mother only stared at him blankly. This was not the reaction Gilderoy had anticipated. Hadn’t they heard him? He was on the quidditch team!
“I suppose you’ll want a broom for Christmas, now,” his father said quietly. Despite the surrounding noise at the train station, the words were clear. Crisp.
No. Gilderoy couldn’t believe it. “This is what you wanted!” he cried out.
Neither of his parents said a word as they received a few curious looks from nearby families. His mother silently motioned for Gilderoy to grab his trunk and they began to walk away from the crowd. His heart began to race in his chest; he could feel the cold sweat dripping down his back. The knot in his stomach was so tight that he had to clench his teeth to keep from vomiting right there on the ground.
With a crack, his mother vanished. Gilderoy felt his father’s firm grip on his shoulder and he knew that they would be home in only moments. Anxiety overwhelmed him; his face flushed and his eyes began to burn. He quickly snapped his eyes shut, cursing his weakness. His father didn’t like tears. It would only make things worse.
Rating: R
Word Count: 260
Warnings: strong implications of child abuse
Summary: Young Gilderoy Lockhart goes home for the holidays with some news.
A/N: This is written under the assumption that Lockhart had an abusive childhood, consistent with (but independent of) my fic written for the MC challenge, posted here.
He had wanted to wait until they were home to tell them. But it slipped out as soon as he stepped off the train! His trunk was at his feet and the other students noisily reunited with their families around him as he blurted out his exciting news to his parents.
He watched as his father’s eyebrows slowly knit together. His mother only stared at him blankly. This was not the reaction Gilderoy had anticipated. Hadn’t they heard him? He was on the quidditch team!
“I suppose you’ll want a broom for Christmas, now,” his father said quietly. Despite the surrounding noise at the train station, the words were clear. Crisp.
No. Gilderoy couldn’t believe it. “This is what you wanted!” he cried out.
Neither of his parents said a word as they received a few curious looks from nearby families. His mother silently motioned for Gilderoy to grab his trunk and they began to walk away from the crowd. His heart began to race in his chest; he could feel the cold sweat dripping down his back. The knot in his stomach was so tight that he had to clench his teeth to keep from vomiting right there on the ground.
With a crack, his mother vanished. Gilderoy felt his father’s firm grip on his shoulder and he knew that they would be home in only moments. Anxiety overwhelmed him; his face flushed and his eyes began to burn. He quickly snapped his eyes shut, cursing his weakness. His father didn’t like tears. It would only make things worse.
