Okay, I don’t know why I’m obsessed with toddler Scorpius and young parents Drastoria but could we get a wee glimpse into one day of their walk and little Scorp getting muddy despite Draco’s charm please, branch off of your previous Draston ask?
Ok I decided to combine this prompt with this one too:
“I think it’s going to rain,” Daddy said, looking out of the window with a frown.
“No problem,” Mummy replied, pulling out her wand and using it to summon Scorpius’ raincoat. It was bright yellow and reminded Scorpius of baby chicks, or the sun, or daffodils.
“And wellies?” he asked hopefully as she helped him thread his arms through the yellow sleeves.
“Definitely, you’re not getting those shoes wet,” Daddy muttered.
“Draco,” Mummy said in a voice that sounded a bit like she was telling Daddy off.
Daddy helped him step into his red wellies and he span around, staring down at them until all he could see was a red blur. He straightened up and swayed from side to side dizzily. When his vision had gone back to normal, he noticed Mummy and Daddy muttering to each other.
“Why does it matter? He’s four!” Mummy said and she sounded annoyed.
“Because it’s going to rain!”
“It doesn’t do him any harm.”
“Neither does a bit of mud!”
Scorpius stared up at them both, one finger pressed to the corner of his mouth in concern. Usually, Mummy and Daddy agreed with each other on everything.
“Can we go now?” he asked, pointing to the door. They both stopped and turned to look at him in surprise.
“Of course,” Mummy reached for his hand but Scorpius didn’t take it just yet.
“Daddy’s got to do the no-mud-magic first,” Scorpius told her sincerely. He couldn’t believe Mummy had forgotten that he couldn’t go out in the rain without Daddy’s special no-mud-magic.
“That’s right, Scorpius.” Daddy sounded very pleased and Scorpius stood obediently still as he waved his wand over Scorpius’ red boots.
As they walked, Daddy held his hand on one side and Mummy held the other hand. It was the best feeling ever, especially when they let him swing on their arms so he felt like he was flying. Every time Scorpius landed, he let out a little happy squeal.
He got bored of swinging on his parents’ arms and instead reached inside his yellow raincoat and pulled out his binoculars. They were special because they were real, grown up binoculars and he knew how to use them, even though he was only four.
“A hummingway!” Scorpius announced in excitement, the binoculars still pressed to his eyes as he watched the little bird flutter around. He’d stopped walking and when he pulled the binoculars away, Mummy and Daddy were watching him.
“A hummingbird, Scorpius,” Daddy said kindly, helping him to adjust the focus.
“A hummingbird!” he tried again. “Look, Mummy!” He offered her the binoculars and watched in delight as Mummy saw the hummingbird too.
“Lovely,” she said, returning the binoculars to him by hanging the strap around his neck. “Hummingbirds are one of the most kind and gentle types of birds there are. They always help other birds with their nests and teach baby birds to fly.”
Scorpius watched her in rapture as she told him a story about a baby woodpecker who lost his mummy and a kind hummingbird who taught it to fly. It must have all been true, because Mummy knew everything.
By the time the story was finished, it had started to rain. In fact, it was raining quite hard and Scorpius could hear raindrops pattering against the hood of his raincoat, pulled up around his ears. The ground beneath their feet was getting softer and softer and little puddles were forming all over the place. Scorpius loved the feeling of his red boots sinking into the soft ground, but each time they came back up, they were just as shiny and red as before.
He tried several times to scoop up some of the mud with his toe, but every time, it slithered back to its place on the ground and refused to stick to his boots. Scorpius gave up with a sigh and cast a disappointed look at his parents.
They walked further until they were almost back at home again. Mummy was holding his hand and she leant down to whisper in his ear. “Try that puddle.”
She was pointing to a large and interesting-looking puddle, surrounded by squelchy mud. It looked so inviting and Scorpius didn’t hesitate to run at it at full speed, jumping as high as he could before landing in the murky depths.
Splash! It made such a satisfying noise as he landed in the muddy water and he looked down at his feet, waiting to see the mud slide off like before.
Only, this time, it didn’t. It stayed resolutely stuck to his boots and not only that, but it had splattered all the way up his legs and onto the bottom half of his yellow coat. His eyes widened as he sought out his parents. Why had the no-mud-magic stopped working?
Mummy was smiling proudly and Daddy was looking like somebody had just told a joke he didn’t find very funny.
“You didn’t?” he said to Mummy.
Mummy nodded and reached forward to take Scorpius’ hand. “Was that fun, Scorpius?”
Scorpius considered her question and nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes! You should both try it too!”
Daddy sighed and reached for his other hand. He pulled the sleeve of his robe over the end of his hand and used it to gently stroke the top of Scorpius’ hair where his hood had slipped down.
“How did he get mud in his hair?” he asked, sounding like he was really confused and surprised.
“He loves it!” Mummy replied as they began to walk towards the house.
“I always hated being dirty as a child,” Daddy muttered.
“He’s not you, Draco, however alike the two of you look.”
Daddy was very quiet and then he spoke very quietly to Mummy. Maybe Scorpius wasn’t supposed to be able to hear, but he still could.
“It’s what my father always did. He said it was unbecoming of a Malfoy to be covered in mud.”
Mummy made a sound like she was about to laugh but then changed her mind. “I think he looks wonderful like that. Bathtime when we get home?”
Daddy smiled at Mummy and reached down to pick Scorpius up. He sat proudly on his hip and smiled. “You’re all muddy now too, Daddy,” he pointed out.
“It’s wonderfully unbecoming,” Mummy smiled and Daddy laughed.
Scorpius laughed too, even though he wasn’t sure what wonderfully unbecoming meant.
