An "As You Wish" outtake
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darth_stitchUm. The phase of the moon is affecting my brain. Again.
Or Katerina wanted me to put her story up here because Daddy's gone off for a bit and left her alone. I think he's getting her something to eat.
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ygrane and ruhgozler - this one's for you! And again, thank you very much to hp_femme for allowing me to "borrow" Katerina's name. It just seemed very, very fitting. *giggle*
My Story
by Katerina
Age 6 going on 7 (on July 31!)
Jimmy has a Mummy. That’s my Aunt Hermione. She’s warm and funny and reads lots of books and tells us lots of neat stuff that Papa says is “useful informayshun.” Oh wait. I think I spelled that wrong.
It’s “information.” Papa says I should always check a dictionary when I’m not sure of my spelling. Daddy says I’m very good at spelling. Papa says that’s because I got his brains and not Daddy’s.
Daddy just rolls his eyes at that. Actually, Daddy’s very, very smart too and he’s just not good at what Papa’s best at, which is Potions. Daddy is very, very good at this other thing…um, it’s long…he has a book on it. Here it is.
DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS. Daddy teaches that at school. And Papa teaches Potions.
Daddy says there’s all kinds of smarts and he’s got one kind while Papa’s got the other.
Papa can be very silly sometimes, even if he doesn’t want to ‘fess up to that. But Daddy says “I love you anyway, you greasy git.”
I said that to Jimmy once and he tattled to his Mummy – my Aunt Hermione, and said I called him a “greasy git.” What was wrong with that? Daddy says it to Papa all the time, just the same way Uncle Ron calls Aunt Hermione “dear.” And Papa always calls Daddy “brat” the same way Aunt Hermione calls Uncle Ron darling. It’s very sweet.
Grown-ups can be very confusing. Yes, I know what that word means. I looked it up in the dictionary.
Anyway, Jimmy has a Mummy and a Daddy – that’s Uncle Ron. He’s got red hair and freckles, just like Uncle Ron does. But his hair’s all bushy, like Aunt Hermione’s and his front teeth stick out a bit. Aunt Hermione says they’ll fix it when they’re per-ma-nent with magic. At least he doesn’t ever need to wear braces on his teeth which look icky and like they hurt a lot. I saw it in a picture that Jimmy’s grandparents gave him. They’re Muggle dentists.
I have my Daddy and my Papa and Grandpa Albus and Grandma Min and lots and lots of Uncles and Aunts. I don’t have a Mummy.
I asked Daddy why, one day and I think he looked a bit sad and he asked me, do I miss having a Mummy?
And I didn’t want him to be sad and I said “Of course not!” And I have him and Papa so I don’t really need a Mummy. I was just curious because Jimmy told me all babies come out of Mummies and I thought I was just supposed to have one. That’s the rules – at least that’s what Jimmy says.
Papa says that for every rule there’s an ex-cep-tion (I checked that too) and he says that means we Potters usually break all the rules. Especially Daddy. And I’m half a Potter so I count too.
And Daddy just laughs and says I was the happiest surprise he ever got because he got me on his birthday. So we share the same birthday.
People say I look like my Daddy a lot – they say we have the same eyes. Papa says it’s lucky I never got his nose. I like Papa’s nose though and so does Daddy. Papa says we’re both “daft.”
But Daddy says I’ve got Papa’s hands and just maybe I might end up as much a Slytherin as he was. But I’m not supposed to let Papa know that because Papa will never let Daddy hear the end of it.
So I don’t have a Mummy. I just have my Daddy and my Papa and they’re the bestest – I mean, the best in the world. I love them very very much.
So that’s my story. I want to play with the Jr. Firebolt Auntie Lars sent me but I’m still sick. And Daddy’s getting me more juice and some cookies. He’s going to continue my fairy story when he comes back. I like that story a lot.
Bye!
- the end -
Or Katerina wanted me to put her story up here because Daddy's gone off for a bit and left her alone. I think he's getting her something to eat.
Heh.
ygrane and ruhgozler - this one's for you! And again, thank you very much to hp_femme for allowing me to "borrow" Katerina's name. It just seemed very, very fitting. *giggle*My Story
by Katerina
Age 6 going on 7 (on July 31!)
Jimmy has a Mummy. That’s my Aunt Hermione. She’s warm and funny and reads lots of books and tells us lots of neat stuff that Papa says is “useful informayshun.” Oh wait. I think I spelled that wrong.
It’s “information.” Papa says I should always check a dictionary when I’m not sure of my spelling. Daddy says I’m very good at spelling. Papa says that’s because I got his brains and not Daddy’s.
Daddy just rolls his eyes at that. Actually, Daddy’s very, very smart too and he’s just not good at what Papa’s best at, which is Potions. Daddy is very, very good at this other thing…um, it’s long…he has a book on it. Here it is.
DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS. Daddy teaches that at school. And Papa teaches Potions.
Daddy says there’s all kinds of smarts and he’s got one kind while Papa’s got the other.
Papa can be very silly sometimes, even if he doesn’t want to ‘fess up to that. But Daddy says “I love you anyway, you greasy git.”
I said that to Jimmy once and he tattled to his Mummy – my Aunt Hermione, and said I called him a “greasy git.” What was wrong with that? Daddy says it to Papa all the time, just the same way Uncle Ron calls Aunt Hermione “dear.” And Papa always calls Daddy “brat” the same way Aunt Hermione calls Uncle Ron darling. It’s very sweet.
Grown-ups can be very confusing. Yes, I know what that word means. I looked it up in the dictionary.
Anyway, Jimmy has a Mummy and a Daddy – that’s Uncle Ron. He’s got red hair and freckles, just like Uncle Ron does. But his hair’s all bushy, like Aunt Hermione’s and his front teeth stick out a bit. Aunt Hermione says they’ll fix it when they’re per-ma-nent with magic. At least he doesn’t ever need to wear braces on his teeth which look icky and like they hurt a lot. I saw it in a picture that Jimmy’s grandparents gave him. They’re Muggle dentists.
I have my Daddy and my Papa and Grandpa Albus and Grandma Min and lots and lots of Uncles and Aunts. I don’t have a Mummy.
I asked Daddy why, one day and I think he looked a bit sad and he asked me, do I miss having a Mummy?
And I didn’t want him to be sad and I said “Of course not!” And I have him and Papa so I don’t really need a Mummy. I was just curious because Jimmy told me all babies come out of Mummies and I thought I was just supposed to have one. That’s the rules – at least that’s what Jimmy says.
Papa says that for every rule there’s an ex-cep-tion (I checked that too) and he says that means we Potters usually break all the rules. Especially Daddy. And I’m half a Potter so I count too.
And Daddy just laughs and says I was the happiest surprise he ever got because he got me on his birthday. So we share the same birthday.
People say I look like my Daddy a lot – they say we have the same eyes. Papa says it’s lucky I never got his nose. I like Papa’s nose though and so does Daddy. Papa says we’re both “daft.”
But Daddy says I’ve got Papa’s hands and just maybe I might end up as much a Slytherin as he was. But I’m not supposed to let Papa know that because Papa will never let Daddy hear the end of it.
So I don’t have a Mummy. I just have my Daddy and my Papa and they’re the bestest – I mean, the best in the world. I love them very very much.
So that’s my story. I want to play with the Jr. Firebolt Auntie Lars sent me but I’m still sick. And Daddy’s getting me more juice and some cookies. He’s going to continue my fairy story when he comes back. I like that story a lot.
Bye!
- the end -
