Meet the parents -- Early Summer 2018

I looked at Quinn nervously.  I had come over to Sleepy Hollow to meet her parents.  We had been dating since around Christmas time or so... and this was the first opportunity for me to meet her parents because of school.  "Do you think I look alright?  I don't want to make a bad impression," I said to her quietly as we sat in her living room.

I was in the kitchen pouring some tea for my daughter, husband, and her boyfriend.  Of course Quinn and I had owled quite a bit about Noah Gellar.  I was trying to keep Charlie under control.  I put some sugar on the tray along with some honey.  I was not entirely sure how Noah took his tea.

"Now, Charlie, you know Quinn really fancies the boy," i repeated to my husband for the millionth time ever since he found out she was dating, "so please don't ruin this for her.  I know, I know, you want the best for her... but will you just let her enjoy this?"  

Of course, Charlie did not know that our daughter was not as innocent as he thought she was -- I was aware that when her and Leo dated, they had done quite a bit.  Lucy let me know that she had her feelings and we spoke quite often of it.  I sighed at the expression on my husband's face.  "I'm serious, Charlie.  Behave yourself."  I gave him a stern, but loving look before walking into the living room. 

I smiled at the boy sitting on our couch.  "Hello, Noah!  I'm Desi, Quinn's mum.  Don't mind calling me Mrs. Weasley or anything like that," I said to him, setting the tray down on the table in front of the couch.  I sat down on a pouf we had and offered to pour some for the two of them.

I held Noah's hand and smiled at him.  "You look great," I assured him.  I Just hoped that Dad would behave himself -- Mum promised she had talked to him about today anyways.  So hopefully he listened.  I looked up when Mum walked into the room and grinned as she spoke.  I let Mum pour us some tea and added sugar and cream to mine.  "Is Dad going to be joining us?" I inquired, knowing that Noah was really nervous about meeting him.

I listened to my wife, but I did not necessarily like it.  "I'll behave," I said to her, "the best that I can."  I continued out of the kitchen behind Desdemona and saw how nervous the boy looked.  That pleased me.  

I sat down and offered my hand.  "I'm Charlie Weasley -- you can call me Mr. Weasley," I informed him.

I shook both of Quinn's parents hands, relieved that my hands were not sweaty from nerves.  "Mr. Weasley, Desi," I said to them as confidently as I could, "it's very nice to finally put a face to a name -- Quinn dotes on the two of you."

I resisted rolling my eyes at my husband and isntead smiled at Noah.  "And it's nice to finally put a face to your name as well," I assured him.  "I'm glad you're staying for supper.  Don't let this be so intimidating -- we aren't that bad."  I laughed a bit, trying to relieve the tension that Charlie was creating.

I was so glad that Mum was there because Dad was starting to bother me and I was his own daughter.  I sighed.  "Of course he's thrilled to be stayiing for dinner," I said, speaking for Noah.  "And I think it'd be great if it wasn't twenty questions for him, either."

Quinn's attitude was why I loved her.  She was just like her mother.  "Alright... I'll ask nineteen questions, then," I teased, though I was kind of serious at the same time.  That comment earned me an eye roll by both my daughter and my wife.  I took a sip of the tea that Desdemona had made.  "What do you do now that you've been out of school for a handful of years?"  Oh yes, I knew he was older than Quinn.

I knew that this was going to happen.  I sighed.  "Ah, well, I am working with Gringotts," I answered easily.  I was as prepared as I could be thanks to Quinn as to what her dad might ask me.  I ha dnothing to hide, of course, but to help my nerves Quinn gave me a warning as to what might happen.

I could see a thousand more questions following that.  "Dad, he doesn't do anything like curse breaking," I assured him.  "More the things Uncle Bill did when he moved back to England like he talks about.  He doesn't really cross paths with him, though."

I smiled.  "Gringott's is hard to get into from what I've heard," I said to Noah.  "That's rather impressive.  Do you enjoy it or would you rather be elsewhere?"  I was asking out of pure interest rather than malice like Charlie.  I figured the more Quinn and I spoke, the less Charlie could intimidate the boy.

At least Quinn answered my next question.  I stared at Des as she asked the next question.  They really would not let me get a word in, I could tell that much.

I came out of my room when I heard the lovebirds. "You are as nerdy as I remember you being," I said, smirking at them. Quinn met my gaze and I winked at her. I had no problem with Noah, but I loved giving the two of them as much of a hard time as possible.