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Crayola · 04-16-2019, 08:16 PM

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Originally Posted by Waterloo

Imagine an overexcited five year old waking up to a mountain of presents on Christmas morning. Now times that by ten and that's how excited Clifford Carden was right in this very moment. No exaggeration.

And yes, he was wearing his own national team jersey. The same one he'd worn over a decade ago when it was HIM out there in the air playing in a World Cup. Granted, it was a little more snug around the middle now but hey. He'd opted not to go for the wig but had let Al and Evie paint red and white flags on both his cheeks. Quidditch was life, okay? Go big or go home, that was his motto.

Speaking of....

"Hey kiddo, over here!" Yes, yes, over here. He shuffled over to make room for his eldest daughter and immediately shook his head in disappointment. Come on, he had raised her better than this. "I almost didn't recognise you," he started, moving to unpin the giant flag he was wearing around his shoulders as a cape. Yep, that was a thing too. "What's with the blazer and sunglasses? You look like you should be part of the security team."

People -- well, her Mum -- liked to say that Daisy was a perfect copy of Clifford, but with bright blue eyes instead of chocolate brown. Their passion for Quidditch was the most obvious similarity, as was their appreciation for food. They were both loud, confident, going through the world like they belonged everywhere. But whereas Clifford didn't take himself that seriously, Daisy rather did. Just like distracted people might take her various acts of kindness as weakness, they also took her occasionally silly actions to mean she was rather comic.

She wasn't. Daisy Carden-Dupree walked through the world with the confidence to do and be whatever she wanted. She just chose to be a star, the absolute best at everything she set out to do. Four years of living in Paris on a Quidditch-player salary meant she grew rather used to looking the part as well. Flags as capes were so 2018, or so the French said.

Still. The girl stopped and turned towards the unmistakable voice of her Dad, her lips stretching into a joyous grin. "Dad!" She jogged the rest of the way to him and, as soon as she was close enough, wrapped both her arms around his neck. "You look brilliant." She tugged on one of the ends of the flag!cape, not really worried about his fashion critique. He had once worn socks with his sandals. "What are you talking about? No security team in the world would dress in suits this snazzy." She'd know, four years in Paris. With a bright chuckle, the younger Carden started to pose in her red suit, even adding a little spin. The sunglasses did get retired, though. "Besides, it's red! I'm totally supporting England." Only because she was English. She was pretty sure India was going to take this. "Where is Mum and the kids? Should we just take our seat?"

04-16-2019, 08:16 PM	#31 (permalink)
Crayola DMAC Occamy Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Disneyland Posts: 63,103 Hogwarts RPG Name: Dezi Willard Fifth Year x2	Mrs. Alex Turner asterisks user Secret Door Quote: Originally Posted by Waterloo Imagine an overexcited five year old waking up to a mountain of presents on Christmas morning. Now times that by ten and that's how excited Clifford Carden was right in this very moment. No exaggeration. And yes, he was wearing his own national team jersey. The same one he'd worn over a decade ago when it was HIM out there in the air playing in a World Cup. Granted, it was a little more snug around the middle now but hey. He'd opted not to go for the wig but had let Al and Evie paint red and white flags on both his cheeks. Quidditch was life, okay? Go big or go home, that was his motto. Speaking of.... "Hey kiddo, over here!" Yes, yes, over here. He shuffled over to make room for his eldest daughter and immediately shook his head in disappointment. Come on, he had raised her better than this. "I almost didn't recognise you," he started, moving to unpin the giant flag he was wearing around his shoulders as a cape. Yep, that was a thing too. "What's with the blazer and sunglasses? You look like you should be part of the security team." People -- well, her Mum -- liked to say that Daisy was a perfect copy of Clifford, but with bright blue eyes instead of chocolate brown. Their passion for Quidditch was the most obvious similarity, as was their appreciation for food. They were both loud, confident, going through the world like they belonged everywhere. But whereas Clifford didn't take himself that seriously, Daisy rather did. Just like distracted people might take her various acts of kindness as weakness, they also took her occasionally silly actions to mean she was rather comic. She wasn't. Daisy Carden-Dupree walked through the world with the confidence to do and be whatever she wanted. She just chose to be a star, the absolute best at everything she set out to do. Four years of living in Paris on a Quidditch-player salary meant she grew rather used to looking the part as well. Flags as capes were so 2018, or so the French said. Still. The girl stopped and turned towards the unmistakable voice of her Dad, her lips stretching into a joyous grin. "Dad!" She jogged the rest of the way to him and, as soon as she was close enough, wrapped both her arms around his neck. "You look brilliant." She tugged on one of the ends of the flag!cape, not really worried about his fashion critique. He had once worn socks with his sandals. "What are you talking about? No security team in the world would dress in suits this snazzy." She'd know, four years in Paris. With a bright chuckle, the younger Carden started to pose in her red suit, even adding a little spin. The sunglasses did get retired, though. "Besides, it's red! I'm totally supporting England." Only because she was English. She was pretty sure India was going to take this. "Where is Mum and the kids? Should we just take our seat?" __________________