Post by Fate on Nov 30, 2011 23:52:11 GMT -8
Word Count: 221
It was tea time in Godric's Hollow. Lily Potter grabbed the singing kettle and filled the pot to the brim before wrapping it in a tea towel to keep warm.
"James?"
She waited and heard no response. She sighed.
"James?"
She stuffed her bare toes an over sized pair of maroon slippers and went in search of her husband.
"James did you hear me? Do you want tea?"
She found him in the living room. James was sitting reading the Daily Prophet with their son on his lap. Harry, only seven months old, was chortling gleefully and reaching out to grab something in front of him.
Lily peeked over James shoulder to see what had caught the tiny child's attention. It was a moving photograph of seven men in woman on broomsticks.
"Quidditch scores?"
James looked up at her, grinning widely. "He loves it!" He informed her, "He can look at the pictures for hours. He watches it Lily! I think he understands what's going on!"
Lily reached down to stroke her child's coal black hair. No matter how many times a day she flattened it, it always stuck up again. "He's only seven months James, I don't think he understands the rules of Quidditch."
James bent his head to plant a kiss his son's crown. "He does, I know it."
It was tea time in Godric's Hollow. Lily Potter grabbed the singing kettle and filled the pot to the brim before wrapping it in a tea towel to keep warm.
"James?"
She waited and heard no response. She sighed.
"James?"
She stuffed her bare toes an over sized pair of maroon slippers and went in search of her husband.
"James did you hear me? Do you want tea?"
She found him in the living room. James was sitting reading the Daily Prophet with their son on his lap. Harry, only seven months old, was chortling gleefully and reaching out to grab something in front of him.
Lily peeked over James shoulder to see what had caught the tiny child's attention. It was a moving photograph of seven men in woman on broomsticks.
"Quidditch scores?"
James looked up at her, grinning widely. "He loves it!" He informed her, "He can look at the pictures for hours. He watches it Lily! I think he understands what's going on!"
Lily reached down to stroke her child's coal black hair. No matter how many times a day she flattened it, it always stuck up again. "He's only seven months James, I don't think he understands the rules of Quidditch."
James bent his head to plant a kiss his son's crown. "He does, I know it."
