Post by Elienp on Nov 19, 2011 0:23:37 GMT -8
Title: The best seeker
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 240
Summary: Draco had as little patience as his father.
Lucius sighed as his son fell from his broom once again.
Frustration was overwhelming him, and anger threatening to erase the little patience he had left.
“On it! You have to stay on it!” he screamed at the kid.
“But it's always moving!” Draco retorted while brandishing his broom – which was twice taller than the five years old boy. “It's scheming to make me fall!”
Lucius clenched his fists, eyes widening. Draco's shoulders tensed a little.
“You're saying a broom can defeat you? Aren't you ashamed?”
Ridiculous! Lame! Lucius Malfoy couldn't believe such a pitiful excuse had come out from his own son's mouth.
“But-”
“Go back on it,” Lucius ordered, cutting Draco off. “Try again and succeed this time! How do you plan to become the best seeker if you can't even ride a broom?”
The child hid his face from the furious eyes, but it wasn't out of shame as his father thought it was.
Draco was angry, crossed with the thing which had dared hurt his pride and with his father who had so little faith in him.
He'd show them both – the broom and his father – that he was the best young seeker-in-training the Quidditch World had ever known.
He'd succeed in keeping his balance, he'd tame the beast, or cast a spell on it not to fall any more. It'd all depend on his patience.
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 240
Summary: Draco had as little patience as his father.
Lucius sighed as his son fell from his broom once again.
Frustration was overwhelming him, and anger threatening to erase the little patience he had left.
“On it! You have to stay on it!” he screamed at the kid.
“But it's always moving!” Draco retorted while brandishing his broom – which was twice taller than the five years old boy. “It's scheming to make me fall!”
Lucius clenched his fists, eyes widening. Draco's shoulders tensed a little.
“You're saying a broom can defeat you? Aren't you ashamed?”
Ridiculous! Lame! Lucius Malfoy couldn't believe such a pitiful excuse had come out from his own son's mouth.
“But-”
“Go back on it,” Lucius ordered, cutting Draco off. “Try again and succeed this time! How do you plan to become the best seeker if you can't even ride a broom?”
The child hid his face from the furious eyes, but it wasn't out of shame as his father thought it was.
Draco was angry, crossed with the thing which had dared hurt his pride and with his father who had so little faith in him.
He'd show them both – the broom and his father – that he was the best young seeker-in-training the Quidditch World had ever known.
He'd succeed in keeping his balance, he'd tame the beast, or cast a spell on it not to fall any more. It'd all depend on his patience.
