A Requested Gift From Me To You.
Title: What? Like it's difficult?
Muses: Stella Lestrange Savage and Sebastian Savage
Prompt: Bastian teaches Stella how to drive...
Content Mood/Theme/Genre: Comedy-esque
Rating: PG
Author's notes: Happy Christmas To My auror_sebastian
There weren't many things that didn't come natural to Stella and if it didn't come naturally she practiced hard enough that it damn well seemed that way. She refused to give up on anything until she got it right, even if it meant taking a few sharp curves along the way. When the day finally came for Bastian to give her driving lessons she was practically bouncing. (And you know she HAD to be excited because Stella doesn't bounce)
Meeting up with her Daddy in the garage, which remarkably held A LOT of cars, she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Hi Daddy."
Bastian grinned and kissed her back. "How's my girl?" He asked before looking her over. "And where are her sleeves?"
"Are we seriously going to have the tank top discussion again, or are you avoiding the inevitable driving lesson?" She asked eyebrow raised.
He just shook his head. She was right, not that he approved of the sleeveless-ness but he was indeed stalling, not quite sure if it was because his BABY was old enough to drive or because she was going to be driving one of HIS cars. Neither of the two exactly settled with him. Sighing heavily he held up the keys to his 1967 Mustang Convertible.
Stella's eyes widened a little. "The 'Stang? Really?" Tilting her head down at him a little she looked up at him. "Seriously?...Wait what am I doing?" Not a second later she had grabbed the keys and ran over to the car slipping behind the wheel. "Are you coming?" She yelled across the garage.
He somehow made his feet move and about ten minutes later (After vigorous stalling on his part) he was seated beside her. "Okay, foot on the clutch...."
It took the girl at least 10 attempts to get the car into the drive way without stalling it or almost stripping the gears.
"Stella!"
Every time he would say her name like that she would give him a look and go back to what she was doing. But one can only take hearing that tone for so long before they want to get even, at least that is how her mind worked. She smirked when they reached the end of the driveway. "I love you Daddy." She said oh so sweetly before the tires squealed and pavement burned. Stella was driving, and she was driving fast, her hand firmly on the gear shift and her eyes flashing almost dangerously.
"STELLA LESTRANGE-SAVAGE!" Bastian yelled his face completely priceless.
Smirking she hit the break, turned the wheel, and in a very movie like fashion, drifted to a stop. "Yes Daddy?" She asked batting her eyes at him.
"Where...how...?"
"What? Like it's difficult?" She stated the smirk still on her face. It had actually been complete and utter DUMB luck working in her favor. She hadn't the slightest idea what she was doing but winging it sure had been effective.
The rest of the day dragged on, lots of right hand turns, parallel parking, and pseudo outbursts from both parties. After all, he was a eagle and she was a snake...together it could be such a deadly combination.
When they FINALLY got back home and his wife asked him how it went he simply looked at Stella then back at the car. "Merlin....I think I need a drink."
"Me too!" Stella exclaimed and followed her father into the house.
Muses: Stella Lestrange Savage and Sebastian Savage
Prompt: Bastian teaches Stella how to drive...
Content Mood/Theme/Genre: Comedy-esque
Rating: PG
Author's notes: Happy Christmas To My auror_sebastian
There weren't many things that didn't come natural to Stella and if it didn't come naturally she practiced hard enough that it damn well seemed that way. She refused to give up on anything until she got it right, even if it meant taking a few sharp curves along the way. When the day finally came for Bastian to give her driving lessons she was practically bouncing. (And you know she HAD to be excited because Stella doesn't bounce)
Meeting up with her Daddy in the garage, which remarkably held A LOT of cars, she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Hi Daddy."
Bastian grinned and kissed her back. "How's my girl?" He asked before looking her over. "And where are her sleeves?"
"Are we seriously going to have the tank top discussion again, or are you avoiding the inevitable driving lesson?" She asked eyebrow raised.
He just shook his head. She was right, not that he approved of the sleeveless-ness but he was indeed stalling, not quite sure if it was because his BABY was old enough to drive or because she was going to be driving one of HIS cars. Neither of the two exactly settled with him. Sighing heavily he held up the keys to his 1967 Mustang Convertible.
Stella's eyes widened a little. "The 'Stang? Really?" Tilting her head down at him a little she looked up at him. "Seriously?...Wait what am I doing?" Not a second later she had grabbed the keys and ran over to the car slipping behind the wheel. "Are you coming?" She yelled across the garage.
He somehow made his feet move and about ten minutes later (After vigorous stalling on his part) he was seated beside her. "Okay, foot on the clutch...."
It took the girl at least 10 attempts to get the car into the drive way without stalling it or almost stripping the gears.
"Stella!"
Every time he would say her name like that she would give him a look and go back to what she was doing. But one can only take hearing that tone for so long before they want to get even, at least that is how her mind worked. She smirked when they reached the end of the driveway. "I love you Daddy." She said oh so sweetly before the tires squealed and pavement burned. Stella was driving, and she was driving fast, her hand firmly on the gear shift and her eyes flashing almost dangerously.
"STELLA LESTRANGE-SAVAGE!" Bastian yelled his face completely priceless.
Smirking she hit the break, turned the wheel, and in a very movie like fashion, drifted to a stop. "Yes Daddy?" She asked batting her eyes at him.
"Where...how...?"
"What? Like it's difficult?" She stated the smirk still on her face. It had actually been complete and utter DUMB luck working in her favor. She hadn't the slightest idea what she was doing but winging it sure had been effective.
The rest of the day dragged on, lots of right hand turns, parallel parking, and pseudo outbursts from both parties. After all, he was a eagle and she was a snake...together it could be such a deadly combination.
When they FINALLY got back home and his wife asked him how it went he simply looked at Stella then back at the car. "Merlin....I think I need a drink."
"Me too!" Stella exclaimed and followed her father into the house.