Post by Vincent Matlock on Sept 23, 2009 16:54:00 GMT -5
Little 6-year old Vinnie Matlock didn’t exactly know what it meant when his father disappeared for hours. All he knew was that Daddy was an important man, or so said mommy as an explanation to his disappearance. When they had parties, Kaylen Matlock was found in a crowd of strict looking, determined men. Vinnie would sit in a corner and pout and wonder if one day he could be as important as Daddy was. So, when Kaylen ventured to Diagon Alley that evening with his son accompanying him—he wasn’t expecting to lose his son in the mass of people shopping for Hogwarts school supplies in August.
Vinnie, however, was having the time of his life. He skipped through the alleyways looking at different wizarding instruments in wonder and amazement. He never knew there were this many incredible things that he could buy—he wondered why he’d never had all of them before. He stopped into the Quality Qudditch Supply Store and bragged for ten minutes about his 1920’s classic toy broom to a twelve-year old boy in long trousers and crazy green hair.
He’d just exited Honeydukes and was now sitting on a bench near a fountain in the center of Diagon Alley. He grabbed a sugar quill and stuffed it into his mouth, grinning as he did so. He looked at the other food in the bag and his grinned wider as he saw all the delicious treats he got from the galleons he’d stolen off the coffee table this morning. He got up at once, still incredibly happy with the situation. He’d find daddy just as soon as he stopped by the Three Broomsticks. He’d always wanted to go in there by himself.
Before he got there, however, he stuffed another chocolate frog in his face and twirled around a bit, excited as ever. What he noticed after, though, was the large figure in front of him that he’d bumped into. “Ah, man.” He looked at the Chocolate Frog, which was now in pieces on the floor. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.” He said, reciting word for word the apology his mother had taught him.
Tagged: Whoever.
Notes: I've always wanted to write from the perspective of a six-year old.
Vinnie, however, was having the time of his life. He skipped through the alleyways looking at different wizarding instruments in wonder and amazement. He never knew there were this many incredible things that he could buy—he wondered why he’d never had all of them before. He stopped into the Quality Qudditch Supply Store and bragged for ten minutes about his 1920’s classic toy broom to a twelve-year old boy in long trousers and crazy green hair.
He’d just exited Honeydukes and was now sitting on a bench near a fountain in the center of Diagon Alley. He grabbed a sugar quill and stuffed it into his mouth, grinning as he did so. He looked at the other food in the bag and his grinned wider as he saw all the delicious treats he got from the galleons he’d stolen off the coffee table this morning. He got up at once, still incredibly happy with the situation. He’d find daddy just as soon as he stopped by the Three Broomsticks. He’d always wanted to go in there by himself.
Before he got there, however, he stuffed another chocolate frog in his face and twirled around a bit, excited as ever. What he noticed after, though, was the large figure in front of him that he’d bumped into. “Ah, man.” He looked at the Chocolate Frog, which was now in pieces on the floor. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.” He said, reciting word for word the apology his mother had taught him.
Tagged: Whoever.
Notes: I've always wanted to write from the perspective of a six-year old.
