- Messages
- 10,594
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Asexual
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 1/1999 (64)
Set August 2058, a month before Rion left for Hogwarts. Family god-mods approved!
Monty smiled and sipped his wine, letting the wings of conversation flutter around him at the dining table. What a privilege it was to see his family every weekend, to watch his grandchildren grow, to be regaled by their stories and heartened by their laughter. Saveli and Reuben, at the heart of it all, insisting he was doing them a favour, though all three knew it to be the reverse. It was no hassle to cook a roast and put some cartoons on the television. His daughter and son-in-law going out of their way to include him in their lives - well, that was a gift.
Tonight, Rion had slipped away from the table earlier than usual. Monty had a suspicion she had eliminated herself from their board game on purpose to watch TV, but he said nothing. It wasn't until, completely by chance, he was eliminated as well that he excused himself and went out to the living room to find her. She was lying on her stomach in the middle of the floor, propped up on her elbows. Her favourite cartoon played quietly on the set in front of her. Monty recognised the episode; she must have watched it at least three times.
His knees clicked as he sat down on the carpet beside her. "Ooh - that's the sound of getting old," he said. No response. Not even a sideward glance. Monty wasn't surprised. His youngest granddaughter had been preoccupied lately. He gave it a moment before trying again. "We're going to play again, soon. Would you like to join us?"
Monty smiled and sipped his wine, letting the wings of conversation flutter around him at the dining table. What a privilege it was to see his family every weekend, to watch his grandchildren grow, to be regaled by their stories and heartened by their laughter. Saveli and Reuben, at the heart of it all, insisting he was doing them a favour, though all three knew it to be the reverse. It was no hassle to cook a roast and put some cartoons on the television. His daughter and son-in-law going out of their way to include him in their lives - well, that was a gift.
Tonight, Rion had slipped away from the table earlier than usual. Monty had a suspicion she had eliminated herself from their board game on purpose to watch TV, but he said nothing. It wasn't until, completely by chance, he was eliminated as well that he excused himself and went out to the living room to find her. She was lying on her stomach in the middle of the floor, propped up on her elbows. Her favourite cartoon played quietly on the set in front of her. Monty recognised the episode; she must have watched it at least three times.
His knees clicked as he sat down on the carpet beside her. "Ooh - that's the sound of getting old," he said. No response. Not even a sideward glance. Monty wasn't surprised. His youngest granddaughter had been preoccupied lately. He gave it a moment before trying again. "We're going to play again, soon. Would you like to join us?"