 Open *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
"Rahika, common mon cheri," he gave his daughter's hand a little tug. They had had a bad morning. Radhika had not wanted to get dressed. Then she had insisted on feeding herself and got food all over the clothes that had taken Conley roughly an hour to get her into. So a second round of fighting over clothing began and now? Now Radhika had insisted on walking. Conley knew that if he even attempted to pick her up, she would scream bloody murder and he did not need Security wondering what was going on here since he was already late for a meeting.
"Papa look!" she had stopped, little feet planted firmly on the tiles while her small hand pointed out towards the fountains. "Jal!" She looked up at Conley with a big proud smile on her face. Then she let go of his hand and started toddling towards the fountain.
Conley had no idea what Radhika had said, but recognized it as Hindi if only because he'd been listening to Sachin teaching Radhika various things in her (and Sachin's) native tongue. "Yes..." he said hesitantly because he wasn't sure what he was agreeing to. And then Radhika had slipped from his grasp and toddled off. "Radi-" he sighed and followed after. He did not have time for this. Dear Harry Potter... why did he have to have such a headstrong daughter?
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