I Thought I Was Lucky
A blush rose to the old woman’s cheeks as the images faded into the mist. “You asked,” she reminded me.
“Ok, we can go back to quidditch,” I laughed, holding my hands up in defeat.
“I thought that if anyone could understand my choice to move to Wales, it would be you. You understand the importance of love and quidditch. The Cannons are everything to you!” Ivy Anders begged her father to see her reasoning. Whether he approved or not, she was off on her greatest adventure. “You said I always had your support. I thought I was so lucky!”
Dismayed but worn down, her father relented. “I said I would support your decision to chase your dreams, Ivy. Not a boy.” Though he enjoyed his bond with his son-in-law-to-be, he knew what the life of a professional quidditch player was like and that he wanted his daughter to have no part of the grueling schedule. The thought of his little girl moving across the sea only to be left alone for six months of the year pained him. Knowing he had done the same to her mother in their early years of marriage hurt even worse. “I do not wish to see you get hurt.”
“Nothing could hurt me worse than keeping me confined to the sunflower fields and cow pastures of Chuddley. I want to see the world. I want to see parties in Puddlemere, events in Edinburgh, and soirees in Saigon. Please, daddy, do not take that chance from me,” she pleaded.
Ivy had never had any trouble expressing her desires. He was proud of her for that but confounded by her choice to give up acting for a life as a quidditch wife. Even if she had been a seeker, herself, he would have had apprehensions about seeing her off to Caerphilly. Slowly, he unhooked the golden snitch pin from his lapel and placed it in his daughter’s hand without uttering a word of defeat.
“That’s the closest I’m ever getting to a snitch again, isn’t it?” she frowned, taking the pin.
Shaking his head, he pinned the snitch to Ivy’s robes. “No, my girl. To remind you that you will always have something to chase. You have my blessing to go to Caerphilly, but never to give up on your dreams.”
