'Clean-up on aisle 13 please, clean-up on aisle 13'
Mog counted heads then breathed easy, they'd survived the chocolate sauce incident, stealthily skipped the cuddly toy aisle, had a minor delay among the bright summer swim-wear collection but were leaving unscathed.
'All supervisors required to aisle 13 please, ALL supervisors' there was a definite unvoiced 'NOW' to that tannoy. Person sounded harried to an extend familiar with a parent of familiar-wizard children.
Mog counted heads, started to take a breath then paused. 'Line up' he ordered, pushing sleek headed smiling children about tugging up the pants of the distracted tousle-headed toddler and slowly counting again.
He stared at them. They stared some more. He stared back. They stared back. A few smiles wobbled, a few got wider radiating more innocence. Teddy pulled his hand out of his mouth and burped then tried wandering off.
'Where. Is. Finnegus?' Mog managed not to shout, spotting the decoy cuddly toy wearing his wizard son's woolly hat. The familiars contingent looked even more innocent before baby Speck piped up 'aisle 13?'
Mog flexed his claws and silently cursed his Wizardly hubby for not being here, for having the cheek to be right about suggesting home-delivery, for being so damn irresistible he had two litters of adorable going-to-take-over-the-world-and-do-evil sweetly children to corale.
Bright eyes widened. Patch asked 'daddy's a what?' and Mog silenced him with a glance. 'Hold hands, loose the bear, keep together, quick march' He marched them direct to aisle 13. Some misguided woman cooed how cute and well behaved they were. Mog managed not to hiss.
Smoke rose before they got there, sparkling stars and the scent of ozone. Could only be Finnegus just like his father. Mog scowled the children into good behaviour, pleased to hear at least one whimper - he was still the top cat around here - and ignoring the hint of a giggle.
'Finnegus Purandar Moggy Merrander you get here right now' Finnegus scuttled close, all big eyes and soot streaked face. Exactly like his father. Shop assistants were rushing around trying to clean-up while jumping at sudden sparks.
'Is this your son?'
Mogs nodded to the management type person bustling over.
'Sir I can't apologise enough, don't know what happened, fireworks, must be a prank, we don't even sell fireworks. Kids, must be. Is your son alright? Poor dear had a fright when they started going off. If there's anything we can do...'
Mog caught hold of Finnegus's hand and nodded along 'I'll just get him home' he consoled, gripping tight. Refusing to give his details he left still assuring them his darling son was fine.
Collecting the others he paid, bagged shopping and left at surprising speed. All children accounted for.
At home they barely got through the door before Gus his Wizardly hubby came to greet them; absent smile, streak of soot, singed fringe - Mog felt the only reasonably outcome was to pounce him and go rolling about the hall. Children screaming 'daddy, daddy guess what Finny did'
Mog hissed 'You Wizards! blaming us familiars for any mischief' but accepting the kiss he got before they stood up 'sparks AND stars you say?' Gus asked admiringly arm around Mog and eyes on the kits.
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'Clean-up on aisle 13 please, clean-up on aisle 13'
Mog counted heads then breathed easy, they'd survived the chocolate sauce incident, stealthily skipped the cuddly toy aisle, had a minor delay among the bright summer swim-wear collection but were leaving unscathed.
'All supervisors required to aisle 13 please, ALL supervisors' there was a definite unvoiced 'NOW' to that tannoy. Person sounded harried to an extend familiar with a parent of familiar-wizard children.
Mog counted heads, started to take a breath then paused.
'Line up' he ordered, pushing sleek headed smiling children about tugging up the pants of the distracted tousle-headed toddler and slowly counting again.
He stared at them. They stared some more. He stared back. They stared back. A few smiles wobbled, a few got wider radiating more innocence. Teddy pulled his hand out of his mouth and burped then tried wandering off.
'Where. Is. Finnegus?' Mog managed not to shout, spotting the decoy cuddly toy wearing his wizard son's woolly hat.
The familiars contingent looked even more innocent before baby Speck piped up 'aisle 13?'
Mog flexed his claws and silently cursed his Wizardly hubby for not being here, for having the cheek to be right about suggesting home-delivery, for being so damn irresistible he had two litters of adorable going-to-take-over-the-world-and-do-evil sweetly children to corale.
Bright eyes widened. Patch asked 'daddy's a what?' and Mog silenced him with a glance. 'Hold hands, loose the bear, keep together, quick march' He marched them direct to aisle 13. Some misguided woman cooed how cute and well behaved they were. Mog managed not to hiss.
Smoke rose before they got there, sparkling stars and the scent of ozone. Could only be Finnegus just like his father. Mog scowled the children into good behaviour, pleased to hear at least one whimper - he was still the top cat around here - and ignoring the hint of a giggle.
'Finnegus Purandar Moggy Merrander you get here right now'
Finnegus scuttled close, all big eyes and soot streaked face. Exactly like his father. Shop assistants were rushing around trying to clean-up while jumping at sudden sparks.
'Is this your son?'
Mogs nodded to the management type person bustling over.
'Sir I can't apologise enough, don't know what happened, fireworks, must be a prank, we don't even sell fireworks. Kids, must be. Is your son alright? Poor dear had a fright when they started going off. If there's anything we can do...'
Mog caught hold of Finnegus's hand and nodded along 'I'll just get him home' he consoled, gripping tight. Refusing to give his details he left still assuring them his darling son was fine.
Collecting the others he paid, bagged shopping and left at surprising speed. All children accounted for.
At home they barely got through the door before Gus his Wizardly hubby came to greet them; absent smile, streak of soot, singed fringe - Mog felt the only reasonably outcome was to pounce him and go rolling about the hall. Children screaming 'daddy, daddy guess what Finny did'
Mog hissed 'You Wizards! blaming us familiars for any mischief' but accepting the kiss he got before they stood up 'sparks AND stars you say?' Gus asked admiringly arm around Mog and eyes on the kits.