Post by George Adam Sparewell on Dec 19, 2008 20:19:53 GMT -5
The fireplace of the front room burst with the beautiful greem flames, and out of the fire stood the Minister of Magic, at least, he was to the public. However, in his own home, he was just George Sparewell: father, husband, grandpa, and patriarch of the growing Sparewell noble family. After years of George spending his life to the Ministry, he had finally taken the reins and saved his family from sure extinction.
So it was definatly a big deal when George came home... on time. In all the years since he was appointed as Minister of Magic, George not only was never home on time, but he hardly made it in before the stroke of midnight, if he didn't just give up and stay at the Ministry.
He was, however, certainly of the neglecting father. He would always spend time with his daughter, play with his son, and of course, teach the latest edition to his family, his grandson, how to grow up, and already was showing him some of the things of being a Sparewell.
"Your last name may be Rice, but you are as much of a Sparewell as your mother, and even your father." he would always tell the young boy, as George had considered his son-in-law, Chris, to be of the same noble blood, even if not related.
That was just another thing he was looking forward to, as he listened for the sounds of the dinner preparing in the kitchen, the two voices being easily recognized as his two favorite woman. George only needed to take a step when he sensed his presence was noticed, mostly with the call of "Father" coming from the hall.
George was home.
So it was definatly a big deal when George came home... on time. In all the years since he was appointed as Minister of Magic, George not only was never home on time, but he hardly made it in before the stroke of midnight, if he didn't just give up and stay at the Ministry.
He was, however, certainly of the neglecting father. He would always spend time with his daughter, play with his son, and of course, teach the latest edition to his family, his grandson, how to grow up, and already was showing him some of the things of being a Sparewell.
"Your last name may be Rice, but you are as much of a Sparewell as your mother, and even your father." he would always tell the young boy, as George had considered his son-in-law, Chris, to be of the same noble blood, even if not related.
That was just another thing he was looking forward to, as he listened for the sounds of the dinner preparing in the kitchen, the two voices being easily recognized as his two favorite woman. George only needed to take a step when he sensed his presence was noticed, mostly with the call of "Father" coming from the hall.
George was home.