08-17-2022, 01:02 PM
Jacob smiled at Sam's trip down to memory lane. He appreciated little children getting sidetracked like that, with fond memories.
"Yes, Sam, I'll certainly talk to him about all of this very soon," Jacob promised. After all, there's no way he would take Sam anywhere without his father's permission., and no way a 9-year old could explain something of this magnitude in a way that would convince an adult that it was real and relatively harmless. Not even his own 9-year old. In fact, Hunter might make it worse by talking a million miles an hour about werewolves and other fantastic beasts that could unsettle a muggle because even most of wizardkind gave them hard time. At least the boy wasn't yet aware of Death Eaters and the man they followed, so those wouldn't come up too quickly. Still, it was absolutely his job to bring this up and discuss with another parent. The little boys could chat among themselves, and Jacob could only hope that his boy remembered the rule about their personal situation. His drastically different form on a full moon night was to be revealed only in need-to-know basis and it would be Dad who decided who needed to know and when.
"And I wouldn't worry too much about the school. It'll be another two years before either of you can attend. Your dad may have changed his mind by then."
"And Hunter," he said in a meaningful tone as he turned his attention to his own son as he noticed the lad having mounted the broom, "You better remember you're not flying on that without adult supervision," he reminded. Whilst he trusted the boy handled a broom well by now, he did not trust the scamp could resist the temptation to fly way too fast and far too high and do fancy and risky stunts. This broom went from zero to sixty miles an hour in fifteen seconds and reached great heights without decreasing controllability.
"Yes yes," Hunter replied semi-dismissively, looking over his shoulder but not at the man but down at the broom's tail. Nontheless sincerely, as he truly intended to do his best to resist the temptation, not looking to lose this fun ride much less that and getting a very sore bum. A few moments of daredevil fun wasn't worth that risk. At lest most of the time.
"Can we go ride this now?" Hunter asked eagerly, finally looking up at his father with a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Yes, if Sam wants to. Although I won't have him mount that. Far too dangerous. I can go find the toy broom you had before which would be quite safe for a first-time rider."
"...Well, Sam, it's not literally a toy," he now turned to look at the neighbor's boy again, "It's simply a very old model that has lost speed and height as its aged. It rises only slightly higher than your bike seat. You'll probably be able to ride your bike faster than that broom goes these days, when it comes to full speed. Of course I would hold on to it until you don't want me to," the man explained, wanting Sam to make an informed decision.
"It's easy!" Hunter jovially chimed in, "Just as easy as learning to ride a bike. Except there's no training wheels," he claimed.
"Hunter, it might have been for you. You were on a broom the first time at age two," Jacbo corrected this claim. "But Sam, Hunter's not completely wrong. You are a wizard, albeit very very young. A very old broom should respond to the budding and completely untrained power inside you reasonably well. Still, don't feel preassured into anything. It's perfectly fine if you don't feel like doing this."
The man's fatherly gaze remained on Sam, so he didn't catch the annoyed pout on his son's little face. Hunter made a full 360 turn on his broom on the spot.
"Yes, Sam, I'll certainly talk to him about all of this very soon," Jacob promised. After all, there's no way he would take Sam anywhere without his father's permission., and no way a 9-year old could explain something of this magnitude in a way that would convince an adult that it was real and relatively harmless. Not even his own 9-year old. In fact, Hunter might make it worse by talking a million miles an hour about werewolves and other fantastic beasts that could unsettle a muggle because even most of wizardkind gave them hard time. At least the boy wasn't yet aware of Death Eaters and the man they followed, so those wouldn't come up too quickly. Still, it was absolutely his job to bring this up and discuss with another parent. The little boys could chat among themselves, and Jacob could only hope that his boy remembered the rule about their personal situation. His drastically different form on a full moon night was to be revealed only in need-to-know basis and it would be Dad who decided who needed to know and when.
"And I wouldn't worry too much about the school. It'll be another two years before either of you can attend. Your dad may have changed his mind by then."
"And Hunter," he said in a meaningful tone as he turned his attention to his own son as he noticed the lad having mounted the broom, "You better remember you're not flying on that without adult supervision," he reminded. Whilst he trusted the boy handled a broom well by now, he did not trust the scamp could resist the temptation to fly way too fast and far too high and do fancy and risky stunts. This broom went from zero to sixty miles an hour in fifteen seconds and reached great heights without decreasing controllability.
"Yes yes," Hunter replied semi-dismissively, looking over his shoulder but not at the man but down at the broom's tail. Nontheless sincerely, as he truly intended to do his best to resist the temptation, not looking to lose this fun ride much less that and getting a very sore bum. A few moments of daredevil fun wasn't worth that risk. At lest most of the time.
"Can we go ride this now?" Hunter asked eagerly, finally looking up at his father with a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Yes, if Sam wants to. Although I won't have him mount that. Far too dangerous. I can go find the toy broom you had before which would be quite safe for a first-time rider."
"...Well, Sam, it's not literally a toy," he now turned to look at the neighbor's boy again, "It's simply a very old model that has lost speed and height as its aged. It rises only slightly higher than your bike seat. You'll probably be able to ride your bike faster than that broom goes these days, when it comes to full speed. Of course I would hold on to it until you don't want me to," the man explained, wanting Sam to make an informed decision.
"It's easy!" Hunter jovially chimed in, "Just as easy as learning to ride a bike. Except there's no training wheels," he claimed.
"Hunter, it might have been for you. You were on a broom the first time at age two," Jacbo corrected this claim. "But Sam, Hunter's not completely wrong. You are a wizard, albeit very very young. A very old broom should respond to the budding and completely untrained power inside you reasonably well. Still, don't feel preassured into anything. It's perfectly fine if you don't feel like doing this."
The man's fatherly gaze remained on Sam, so he didn't catch the annoyed pout on his son's little face. Hunter made a full 360 turn on his broom on the spot.
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