Childs' Play by vidicon
Author’s note: A light-hearted venture into an Alternate Universe rather different from my own. Suspend your disbelief and enjoy. I do not own Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any but my own creations. Ermingard Malfoy is not canon. Fully beta-ed and approved by EllandrahSylver. The following ways of notation may be found in this story. This is excluding whatever I need to represent chatting, texting and stuff like that. And you can thank Twilightwanderer for the Abbott and Costello. Speech:
“Who’s on first.” Thought:
*What’s on second.
#I-don’t-know’s on third.# Reviews are much appreciated, they inspire me. (And EllandrahSylver as well) Childs’ Play
Abraxas Malfoy slowly sipped his tea as he looked out upon the terrace of Malfoy Manor. Two Peacocks were posturing against each other, trying to impress a nearby female with their blazing tails.
Yet Abraxas’ attention was not drawn by the mating dance. It was drawn by a wholly different encounter.
“Ermingard…do come watch this.”
His wife raised a shapely blonde eyebrow, put down her embroidery and joined her tall, blond husband by the great French windows. He gestured gently with his cup and Ermingard saw what had caused him to call her.
Two children stood on the terrace, one a boy of about eight, his hair in a page boy cut, arms akimbo and a look of infinite superiority on his face. He was sneering at a small, curly haired blonde girl, whose little fists were clenched at her sides and whose grey-blue eyes were like firestorms in her angry face.
“Oh dear…what has Lucius done to Jocelyn this
“I don’t know my dear. But…” Abraxas blinked. His sweet, gentle little daughter had lowered her head and launched herself at her brother; much to the latter’s surprise.
“She’s four years old Abrax, what do you expect? Layer upon layer of plans?” Ermingard chided him. “And it worked, look.”
Lucius was on the ground, gasping for air, his hands to his groin, his face pale. Abraxas grimaced and waved a hand. The door opened and the couple stepped out.
Jocelyn was looking down on her brother, slightly confused, but with a victorious air about her as well.
“Jocelyn Annemarie Malfoy, what do you think you are doing?” Ermingard asked.
Jocelyn turned round at the sound of parental ire and her eyes grew wide in her little face. “Mummy! Luce was bein’mean!”
“I see. And how was Lucius being mean?” Ermingard saw Abraxas help their son to his feet, casting a minor healing charm as well. It was highly unlikely that Jocelyn had done much damage, but better safe than sorry.
“He tol’me to let Dobby go an’get two deserts and then he eated them both!” Jocelyn glared fiercely at her brother.
Abraxas stifled his laughter. “Well, yes, that is rather mean of him.” *And clever, Dobby is Jocelyn’s personal elf, he’d never obey Lucius to break our rules…and Ubbut no longer dares to go into the kitchen on Lucius’ orders since Ermy had words with the poor thing*
“And he was going to say I diddit it!”
“Well…You did do it, Jocelyn.” Ermingard pointed out.
“I was gonna get punished! It’s not fair! I got no chocolate!” Jocelyn wailed.
Abraxas grinned over his childrens’ heads and saw Ermingard had trouble suppressing her own grin.
“Jocelyn…you did order Dobby to steal those deserts…”
“Yes Mummy, I was gonna share with Luce! And Luce ate them both
!” Jocelyn looked at the ground and started turning her foot. And then the tears started.
“Yes…Very unfair. Why don’t I take you to the kitchen and you can have two deserts and then you can spend the evening in bed. For being naughty.” Abraxas never could bear to see his daughter cry.
Ermingard sighed. Abraxas led his still sobbing daughter away and she gazed thoughtfully at her pale son. “That was some excellent acting, Lucius. I’m sure your father will be very impressed with both of you…right when he starts to think why this little scene took place in front of the drawing room we were in. And how both of you ended up with two portions of chocolate mousse.” She ruffled his hair affectionately and laughing softly, went back inside.