The Little Things that Matter

DragonFly

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Title: The Little Things that Matter

Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat

Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley

Prompt: Dragonfly

Four Years IL (Into Life)

Little Roxanne sat on her blanket, in the backyard, her eyes wide as she watched George and Fred play around with an old toy broom, Luna sitting next to her.

Roxanne was the newest addition to their family, three and a half years younger than her brother but already just as inquisitive but in a Luna kind of way. She looked more like her mom too, though her curly blond hair still held a tinge of red when the sun shone on her.

Luna finally caught her daughter's attention (not an easy task) and they began to play a little hand game that Luna had taught her, Roxanne's laughter heard lightly over the soft buzz of insects. George and Fred moved to sit next to them, Fred rolling his eyes as his father ran his fingers through the boy's hair. "You'll be the star player after a while," George told him.

"Come on dad," Fred said, though the four-year-old couldn't stop smiling.

"You guys finally hungry?" Luna asked grinning.

"Starved!" Fred said, falling back into the grass.

"You're always hungry . . . just like your dad." Luna stood, bending quickly to tickle Fred and kiss George on his cheek.

"Ew, gross," Fred said, wrinkling his nose.

"Be back," Luna said, disappearing into the house.

George swooped Roxanne into his arms, lifting her up. "Hullo, Roxy," he said, brushing his nose against hers.

She giggled, putting her small hands his face but stopped suddenly, her ears pricking lightly as a dragon fly flew by, landing briefly on her forehead before flying off. Roxanne wiggled out of George's arms, crawling as fast as she could after the dragon fly.

"Where ya goin' Roxy? " Fred asked, getting to his feet. He looked to his father. "Where's she goin'?"

"You know how your sister is . . . . she never sits still for a moment," George said.

He watched as Fred walked over to Roxanne who was reaching up for the dragonfly, which had escaped her by perching on a leaf just out of reach of her grasping hands. Fred put his hands under her arms and lifted her up. "There ya go Roxy," he said, patting his sister affectionately on the head.

The dragonfly, sensing danger, flew from the leaf and Roxanne followed . . . walking.

"Luna!" George cried, getting to his feet. She came running out of the house, the picnic basket in her hand, but it dropped when she saw her daughter taking these tiny steps across the yard, waving her arms in front of her. Luna looked to George in surprise, as he grinned over at her.

Roxy had just taken her first steps.

It of course didn't last long before Roxanne fell back with a crinkle of her diapers as she waved and laughed at the departing dragonfly. Luna and George both ran to her, George swooping her up and spinning her around.

"Oh my little girl is growing up so fast!"

"Oh, my little girl is growing up so fast!" George cried out, laughing.

Luna kissed her cheek. "We're so proud of you, darling."

She picked up the basket and they walked back to the blanket where an impatient Fred was "starving", sitting down, Roxanne clapping her hands at the new found attention.

With half a sandwich in his hands and the other in his mouth, Fred moved away from the blanket, saying, "Come here, Roxy. Come to 'Fra'!"

Roxy stared at him and for a moment, after Luna had lifted her to her feet, she looked as if she were going to walk to her brother. But then, the dragon fly passed across her vision again and she tottered after it, cooing. Fred stared after her for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Just like Roxy," he said.

George grinned and looked to his wife, rolling his own eyes. "Just like Luna."

A/N: So I know it's late but here you are. I could have sworn I put it up yesterday, anyway, but I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading.

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