Post by Emmett Connors on Sept 30, 2009 16:19:54 GMT -5
“No, Jacob—that’s not for you. I’m so sorry, sir.”
“Daddy, it’s mine!”
Running around Muggle London after his son of three years was not the way Emmett wanted to spend his day off. He’d come to relax a bit, get away from it all. However, that seemed impossible as the subject of his agitation had made every babysitter quit faster than he could’ve ever imagined. He gave the man his sincerest apologies and forced Jacob to give the man his watch back. Now he was clutching his son’s hand and leading him into the Leaky Cauldron. As he walked in, the bell on the top of the door signaled his entrance to the rest of the customers. He looked at the people inside and realized that today it was rather deserted. Perfect, he thought and set Jacob up at the counter with a miniature replica of a broom to play with. He sat next to him on the bar stool, sighed, and ordered a Fire Whiskey.
He took a sip of the warm drink and moaned a little in satisfaction. Jacob giggled at him and Emmett scowled and rubbed his forehead. There were a few people staring at them, but Emmett paid them no mind. He played with one of the buttons on his jacket and ignored his son for the moment. A few moments later when the bell on the door rang he looked up to see who’d walked in.
“Daddy, it’s mine!”
Running around Muggle London after his son of three years was not the way Emmett wanted to spend his day off. He’d come to relax a bit, get away from it all. However, that seemed impossible as the subject of his agitation had made every babysitter quit faster than he could’ve ever imagined. He gave the man his sincerest apologies and forced Jacob to give the man his watch back. Now he was clutching his son’s hand and leading him into the Leaky Cauldron. As he walked in, the bell on the top of the door signaled his entrance to the rest of the customers. He looked at the people inside and realized that today it was rather deserted. Perfect, he thought and set Jacob up at the counter with a miniature replica of a broom to play with. He sat next to him on the bar stool, sighed, and ordered a Fire Whiskey.
He took a sip of the warm drink and moaned a little in satisfaction. Jacob giggled at him and Emmett scowled and rubbed his forehead. There were a few people staring at them, but Emmett paid them no mind. He played with one of the buttons on his jacket and ignored his son for the moment. A few moments later when the bell on the door rang he looked up to see who’d walked in.