[Hogwarts Between] Dinner Table Conversation - Cyrus

[Margaret Dean]

William Dean wrote:

> > From: "Margaret Dean" <margdean at erols.com>

> > William Dean wrote:
> >
> > > At the dinner table that night, Cyrus asked his father, "Will we
> > > be going to Diagon Alley soon?"
> >
> > "I rather think we'll have to."  Eugene was perusing the list of
> > school supplies and set books that had accompanied Cyrus's
> > letter.  "Hm, the Trimble is new.  In my day we were still using
> > Vrycolac, in the Stoker translation, but I suppose that's rather
> > outdated by now.  I believe Trimble was with the Auror Department
> > before he--  Well, that's neither here nor there.  Oh yes, I
> > think we'll have to make the trip.  The books aren't a problem, I
> > could always stop by Flourish & Blotts on my way home from the
> > Ministry, and I have spares of some of the laboratory equipment,
> > but you'll have to be fitted for your school robes, and your wand
> > ... yes indeed, a wand must always be selected personally."
> >
> > He looked up from the parchment and smiled kindly at everyone.
> > "Perhaps we could make it a family outing.  I know you boys," he
> > said to Gideon and Gerald, "aren't interested in magic, but
> > there's a perfectly lovely ice-cream shop.  Oh yes, I think you'd
> > quite like Fortescue's."
> 
> "Do we have to?" asked Gerald, at about the same time as Gideon
> said, "But we've got football!" They grinned at each other across
> the table. Though they disliked Cyrus, they were close friends with
> each other.

"How do you know you have football?" their mother demanded.  "You
don't even know when your father means to go."

"That's true, we have more than a month," said Eugene.
 
> "Can I have an owl, dad?" asked Cyrus. "It says here that I can have
> a cat or an owl or a toad. And you need Athena yourself. Please?"

His father looked at him.  "You can have an owl =provided= you
use it to send regular letters home.  It's wonderful that you've
been accepted at Hogwarts, but your mother and I don't want that
to turn into the equivalent of your disappearing off the face of
the earth.  Do you think you can do that?"

Daphne gave her husband a grateful look.


--Margaret Dean
  <margdean at erols.com>