Post by laundrybasket on Jun 20, 2007 16:09:03 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Fil and Mona aren't mine 
*is sad*
Author's Note: 'tis apology fluff for the angst fic
. But I am saving the angst. I've decided to try and do the 100 prompts challenge for Fil and Mona, and I need some angst. A person gets sick on too much fluff, you know. 
But, anyway, this is a belated Father's Day fluff-ish ficcy in which my beloved Melanie is back. Enjoy
"Melanie, get back here!"
It was this shout that awoke Filius Flitwick early one Saturday morning. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced toward the clock on his bedside table -- it was half past six. As to why his wife and daughter were up so early, he could only guess.
And, knowing the both so well, he was pretty certain he didn't want to know.
-:-
It was an our later that he awoke again, this time of his own accord. He swung his legs of the edge of the bed and quickly pulled a hand through his sleep-mussed hair before standing, pulling on his bath robe, and making his was toward the kitchen. It was ridiculously sunny outside, he thought, wincing as the light hit his sensitive eyes. Pomona had the habit of pulling the curtains wide open while he was asleep.
The kitchen was dark when he entered, which he found slightly odd. Hadn't he heard Mona and Melanie earlier? Or perhaps it had been a dream. The details were already fuzzy. Shrugging the incident off, Filius lit the room magically, but before his eyes had even adjusted to the light, a shout broke through the silence --
"Happy Father's Day!"
"What-" he muttered, taking in the sight before him. Pomona was leaning against the counter, holding the small four-year-old Melanie by the waist as she sat there. The little girl was grinning from ear to ear, and quickly clambered down from the counter to run over to her father.
"Daddy, daddy, aren't you happy?" she shrieked, jumping up and down. "We made you a Father's Day surprise, only I almost made it not a surprise because I ran with the milk and mummy yelled at me but she thought you woke up because --" But her babbling were silenced when Filius picked her up and kissed her on the cheek.
"It's wonderful," he proclaimed, looking at the full breakfast table before him. All of his favorite, including peanut butter and jelly, which Pomona always tutted about, as it wasn't a "healthy" meal.
"He likes it! He likes it!" Melanie told her mother triumphantly, and Filius sat her down again and walked over to his wife, kissing her warmly on the mouth.
"No kissing!" the girl exclaimed, and Pomona and Filius broke apart, laughing.
"Sorry, dear," Pomona teased, a gentle smile on her lips.
"It's alright," Melanie assured them, before tugging excitedly on her father's hand. "Come eat, daddy, come eat!"
He sat down beside them both at the table, and loaded his plate with the foods they had prepared. Pomona got ketchup on her dressing gown and Melanie had eggs running down her face and Filius burned his tongue on the sausage.
It was, all in all, a wonderful Father's Day.
*is sad*Author's Note: 'tis apology fluff for the angst fic
. But I am saving the angst. I've decided to try and do the 100 prompts challenge for Fil and Mona, and I need some angst. A person gets sick on too much fluff, you know. 
But, anyway, this is a belated Father's Day fluff-ish ficcy in which my beloved Melanie is back. Enjoy
-:-
"Melanie, get back here!"
It was this shout that awoke Filius Flitwick early one Saturday morning. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced toward the clock on his bedside table -- it was half past six. As to why his wife and daughter were up so early, he could only guess.
And, knowing the both so well, he was pretty certain he didn't want to know.
-:-
It was an our later that he awoke again, this time of his own accord. He swung his legs of the edge of the bed and quickly pulled a hand through his sleep-mussed hair before standing, pulling on his bath robe, and making his was toward the kitchen. It was ridiculously sunny outside, he thought, wincing as the light hit his sensitive eyes. Pomona had the habit of pulling the curtains wide open while he was asleep.
The kitchen was dark when he entered, which he found slightly odd. Hadn't he heard Mona and Melanie earlier? Or perhaps it had been a dream. The details were already fuzzy. Shrugging the incident off, Filius lit the room magically, but before his eyes had even adjusted to the light, a shout broke through the silence --
"Happy Father's Day!"
"What-" he muttered, taking in the sight before him. Pomona was leaning against the counter, holding the small four-year-old Melanie by the waist as she sat there. The little girl was grinning from ear to ear, and quickly clambered down from the counter to run over to her father.
"Daddy, daddy, aren't you happy?" she shrieked, jumping up and down. "We made you a Father's Day surprise, only I almost made it not a surprise because I ran with the milk and mummy yelled at me but she thought you woke up because --" But her babbling were silenced when Filius picked her up and kissed her on the cheek.
"It's wonderful," he proclaimed, looking at the full breakfast table before him. All of his favorite, including peanut butter and jelly, which Pomona always tutted about, as it wasn't a "healthy" meal.
"He likes it! He likes it!" Melanie told her mother triumphantly, and Filius sat her down again and walked over to his wife, kissing her warmly on the mouth.
"No kissing!" the girl exclaimed, and Pomona and Filius broke apart, laughing.
"Sorry, dear," Pomona teased, a gentle smile on her lips.
"It's alright," Melanie assured them, before tugging excitedly on her father's hand. "Come eat, daddy, come eat!"
He sat down beside them both at the table, and loaded his plate with the foods they had prepared. Pomona got ketchup on her dressing gown and Melanie had eggs running down her face and Filius burned his tongue on the sausage.
It was, all in all, a wonderful Father's Day.
