Post by Elienp on Nov 17, 2011 10:21:33 GMT -8
Title: Her Broom
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 281
Summary: If he had known, Draco would have never agreed to train with her broom.
As she stood in the middle of the room, hands firmly set on her waist, head high, a frown crossing her forehead, Draco thought his mother was the most impressive woman he'd ever seen.
“How did you dare!” she pointed a finger at her husband. “How did you dare give it to him!”
“Well-”
“Hush!”
Lucius looked about to retort but the glare on his wife's face told him better than to follow his pride.
Narcissa would never hesitate to face him when she thought he had done something wrong, or when she was too mad to think, the latter being presently the case.
“He is only five Lucius! Five! You shouldn't have given it to him!”
“Well as you-”
“You knew how much this broom meant to me!” Narcissa continued, not in the mood to listen to his explanations. “It was the broom I rode during the last Quidditch match I played with my sisters! The last time we'd been the three of us together! Playing as a team! The last time Lucius!”
Draco was hidden behind the couch, slightly trembling. He didn't know this broom was so important to his mother!
“I thought-”
“You thought it'd be all right for a kid of five to play Quidditch on an adult broom? By the way don't you think he is a little young to train in such conditions? Don't you think it's not normal for a kid to be attacked by clubs while flying?”
“The clubs weren't hitting hard,” Lucius replied.
A roar came out from Narcissa's throat, making Draco flee the room.
“Your clubs broke my broom!”
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 281
Summary: If he had known, Draco would have never agreed to train with her broom.
As she stood in the middle of the room, hands firmly set on her waist, head high, a frown crossing her forehead, Draco thought his mother was the most impressive woman he'd ever seen.
“How did you dare!” she pointed a finger at her husband. “How did you dare give it to him!”
“Well-”
“Hush!”
Lucius looked about to retort but the glare on his wife's face told him better than to follow his pride.
Narcissa would never hesitate to face him when she thought he had done something wrong, or when she was too mad to think, the latter being presently the case.
“He is only five Lucius! Five! You shouldn't have given it to him!”
“Well as you-”
“You knew how much this broom meant to me!” Narcissa continued, not in the mood to listen to his explanations. “It was the broom I rode during the last Quidditch match I played with my sisters! The last time we'd been the three of us together! Playing as a team! The last time Lucius!”
Draco was hidden behind the couch, slightly trembling. He didn't know this broom was so important to his mother!
“I thought-”
“You thought it'd be all right for a kid of five to play Quidditch on an adult broom? By the way don't you think he is a little young to train in such conditions? Don't you think it's not normal for a kid to be attacked by clubs while flying?”
“The clubs weren't hitting hard,” Lucius replied.
A roar came out from Narcissa's throat, making Draco flee the room.
“Your clubs broke my broom!”
