Post by Elienp on Nov 2, 2011 12:06:22 GMT -8
Title: His precious treasure
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Words: 264
Summary: Mr Granger would do anything to please his treasure.
Mr Granger had always wanted a child.
The birth of his daughter had been the happiest day of his life.
His daughter was his treasure. He'd do anything for her. He'd believe in whatever she had just invented, he'd follow her in whatever dream she had, he'd do anything for these dreams to come true. Indeed, as long as it was for his daughter, Mr Granger would always do his best.
So when she came to him with a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, asking with bright eyes if she could go, he found no reason to reply in a negative way.
Of course she could go. And, of course, he'd help her to do some researches about the school.
But of course, he hadn't planned the school to be real, and now was truly regretting his answer.
Because, not only his precious treasure had left his side, but she was now asking him to help her with learning everything she could about Quidditch – he only had to listen to her, verifying with the help of her notes that what she said was right.
He'd have gladly helped her with basketball, baseball but Quidditch was really not his cup of tea – fortunately she hadn't asked him to practice it yet!
Afraid of heights, when his little treasure was talking about those players' exploits in the air, Mr Granger felt as sick as if he'd been riding the broom himself.
But his treasure had asked him, so he'd do his best.
As long as his stomach would take it though.
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Words: 264
Summary: Mr Granger would do anything to please his treasure.
Mr Granger had always wanted a child.
The birth of his daughter had been the happiest day of his life.
His daughter was his treasure. He'd do anything for her. He'd believe in whatever she had just invented, he'd follow her in whatever dream she had, he'd do anything for these dreams to come true. Indeed, as long as it was for his daughter, Mr Granger would always do his best.
So when she came to him with a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, asking with bright eyes if she could go, he found no reason to reply in a negative way.
Of course she could go. And, of course, he'd help her to do some researches about the school.
But of course, he hadn't planned the school to be real, and now was truly regretting his answer.
Because, not only his precious treasure had left his side, but she was now asking him to help her with learning everything she could about Quidditch – he only had to listen to her, verifying with the help of her notes that what she said was right.
He'd have gladly helped her with basketball, baseball but Quidditch was really not his cup of tea – fortunately she hadn't asked him to practice it yet!
Afraid of heights, when his little treasure was talking about those players' exploits in the air, Mr Granger felt as sick as if he'd been riding the broom himself.
But his treasure had asked him, so he'd do his best.
As long as his stomach would take it though.
I can really imagine Mr Granger's feelings, I hate heights myself 
