"What did I do? What did I do?" Oliver asks frantically, holding a squalling Victoire out in front of him like she's about to explode; Percy rolls his eyes and takes the baby from him, cradling her expertly and flicking his wand to bring the bottle of formula closer. "She's only hungry," Percy tells him, biting back a smile at Oliver's nervousness; Oliver scowls, and stomps off to sulk, grumbling something about "don't know why we agreed to babysit the devil child on our day off."
Percy lets his smile out then, and tells Victoire conspiratorially, "He says he doesn't like babies, but he's actually scared of them, I think; not to worry, though, the two of us can convince him to change his mind, can't we?"
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on 2010-01-11 03:48 pm (UTC)Percy lets his smile out then, and tells Victoire conspiratorially, "He says he doesn't like babies, but he's actually scared of them, I think; not to worry, though, the two of us can convince him to change his mind, can't we?"