frank-cj-longbottom:
“You’re her dad, of course you’re biased! I’d be worried if you weren’t, honestly.” Frank grabbed his jacket off his chair and put the rest of his files on the to-do pile for tomorrow. “Any magical stuff happen yet? Mum always told me those were the best and the worst moments,” he laughs.
“Oh, mate, you’re absolutely right. The pub on the corner it is! They have some excellent cheesy curly fries as well, if you’re down?”
His words made Edgar smile. He was her father, yes, but in his eyes (and Ella’s), he hadn’t earned the title of “dad” yet. He knew that it was unconventional, allowing Ella to call him by his first name, but he wanted her to feel comfortable and safe. If or when she decided to call him dad... well that would be one of the happiest days in recent memory. “Not yet,” he admitted. “She’s still a little scared of magic. I don’t think anything’ll happen until she’s open to it, you know?”
“Cheesy curly fries sound amazingly horrible. I’m down for a few for sure.” He adjusted his jacket a bit. “Lead the way, Longbottom.”













