Disclaimer: Not mine at all
Disclaimer: Not mine at all.
Title: The Little Things that Matter
Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat
Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley
Prompt: Lace, Pink, Parasol, and Twirl
There was bright, pink lace everywhere . . . or so it seemed. . . .
Luna patted the lace down, a smile on her face as she moved to stand behind her daughter, using her wand to curl and twirl the girl's lush red hair.
To bad the smile on Roxanne's face didn't match Luna's. "I look like a doll," she muttered.
The dress was poofy and lacy, with poofy sleeves and a poofy skirt, a little white apron drapped over the front. She did indeed look like she had just been dropped out of a story book, though the frown would have proven different.
"You're adorable," Luna said.
"I don't want to be adorable, mum. . . . I'm almost twelve now."
"Eleven and a half."
"Right, which means I should have a choice as to how I want to dress. Besides, I hate pink."
"I thought pink was your favorite color?"
"When I was like two. Times have changed, mum. I'm into darker colors now."
"All finished." Luna got up and moved in front of her daughter, still grinning. She picked a matching parasol up off the ground. "Here . . . hold this."
Roxanne took the parasol and expanded it, scowling as she spun it around her head. There was a snigger and the two girls turned to look at Lysander and Lorcan.
The youngest, they often found solace in picking on their older sister and brother, but mostly on Roxanne, seeing as she was only five years older whereas Fred was eight. . . . Plus, Roxanne was their only sister, making it easier for them to annoy.
Now, seven years old they found more ways to be pests.
"Aww look at Roxy," Lysander said, laughing. "We should take pictures."
"And sell them off to the family."
"Or maybe post them around Hogwarts when we get there."
"Shut up the both of you," Roxy said, through gritted teeth.
"Oh come on Roxy, we're just playing," Lorcan said.
"Yeah, you look real nice," Lysander said. "If you were a baby!"
Of course, their taunts were never really that good, but they had their desired affects.
Roxanne's ears had turned rather red as the boys ran off laughing. She lifted up her dress, walking towards the stairs. "I am not wearing this."
"Roxy, you know the boys were only kidding," Luna said, standing. "You look adorable. Grandma Molly will –"
"I don't care what Grandma Molly will do!" Roxanne yelled suddenly. "I don't care what you want me to do! I'm not a baby, mum and you shouldn't be treating me like one!"
"Roxanne Weasley, I –"
But Roxanne of course wouldn't listen. Instead, she threw down the parasol as hard as she could, breaking it in the process as she ran up the stairs, slamming the door to her room.
George knocked on the door of Roxanne's room.
"I'm not coming out," she said.
"As well as you shouldn't," George replied. "In fact, if I were you, I wouldn't come out for the next two weeks or so."
There was movement and the door opened, Roxanne frowning out. The pink dress lay on the floor behind her. "Is this your way of telling me I'm grounded."
"You really hurt your mum's feelings you know."
Roxanne groaned, moving back into her room and flopping on the bed. "I just – don't like her treating me like a baby. In a month, I'm off to Hogwarts and then what?"
George smiled softly, moving to sit next to his daughter. "Your mum's always wanted to have a daughter. She promised me she'd do everything for you that her mum wasn't able to do for her. Which includes dressing you up in frilly outfits."
He reached down and picked the dress up off the floor, putting it on the bed. "You could always talk to your mum, you know, see if you two could make a few modifications."
When the girl didn't respond he got up from her bed, moving to her door. "I'm not saying you have to wear the dress, but it'll make your mum happy."
And he closed the door behind him.
An hour later he found Roxanne and Luna sitting in the living room, the dress on the table in front of them. Roxanne had brought down tons of Witch Weekly magazines and Luna had her wand tucked behind her ear, both of them whispering and laughing as they fixed the lacy thing to Roxy's liking and Luna's approval.
Roxanne smiled up at her dad, rolling her eyes lightly but George smiled too, knowing that she was enjoying this, no matter how much she fussed and complained.
The parasol sat besides them like brand new.
A/N: So I hope this was okay for the prompt and I hope you guys liked it. Thanks for reading