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With Violet spending the day at the Granger-Malfoy’s Manor, Neville took the opportunity to have a daddy and daughter day with his youngest child. They had been playing in the garden with the flowers, but Valerie was getting bored inside their four walls.
“Want to go for a walk, little flower?” Nev asked, picking the girl up and spinning her around. Loud giggles filling the room.
“Yes,” the two-year-old said, very seriously pointing to the fireplace.
“By Floo, my love?” he asked. He had thought about going for a walk around the neighbourhood, maybe to the little park where Val could play with other children, muggle and magic. He loved to live in the little mixed city.
“Floo! Diggie!” she responded, clapping her hands.
“You want to go to Diagon Alley?” The Gryffindor asked, rubbing his nose against hers.
“Yes,” Val responded, biting him on the nose, playfully. “Diggie now!”
“Valerie Clarice, you can’t just bite daddy,” he said, rubbing his nose and watching her pout, tears forming in her eyes. “No, my love, don’t cry. It’s okay. Let’s get you in your buggy and go to Diagon Alley.” The young girl nodded, pointing to her turquoise pushchair.
The younger Longbottom was much happier once they arrived at Diagon Alley. She kept waving at the other wizards and witches, who beamed at the adorable little girl with dark raven hair and two different coloured eyes.
Neville couldn’t stop himself from buying some yellow tulips for his wife. “Are these pretty, Val?” he asked, offering her one of the flowers.
“Yes, daddy. Pwetty and soffie,” she agreed, smelling the tulip.
“Shall we take them home?” he asked, stroking a strand of dark hair.
Valerie nodded, tucking the tulip between her and her favourite purple stuffed octopus in the pushchair, “Yes, pwease!”
“Oh, do you like that colour, love? You can choose another if you want,” Neville assured his daughter.
“Mine!” the child shrieked, trying to push her dad away. The Gryffindor chuckled, summoning the shop clerk to buy the bouquet.
Then he found his way to a coffee shop across the street. Hoping to get a cuppa, and maybe something sweet to share with his girl. Valerie loved blueberry muffins, and as soon as she saw them on the display, she was trying to get out of her buggy.
“One second, love. One second,” Neville tried to distract her, but the toddler was adamant in squirming away. He wasn’t sure if it had been an accidental display of magic or something else, but soon the seat belt was unbuckled, and Valerie was running away.
“Princess!” Neville gave the barista and the other customers an apologetic look, before rushing after his girl, catching her just in time before she could lick the cake displays. “Valerie Longbottom, you will be my death, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.
“Muffy, daddy!” she pouted, pointing to the blueberry muffin. There was only one on display, and Neville hoped it would still be there when it was his time to be serviced.
“Don’t worry, little girl. I’ll save it for you,” the young man with a green apron said from across the glass cabinet where all the sweets were displayed.
The young father smiled. “What do we say, Val?”
“Thank you!” the young girl said, clapping her hands with a smile. And Nev made a mental note to leave a big tip.