“Ar’! You Scallywag! C’mere and let me sink my teeth into that soft flesh-!”
“Mommy! James is scaring me!”
James’s pretend pirate face drooped as he heard his mother shout from the next room, “James! What have I told you? No terrorizing your brother during play time! Now get down from there and clean up this mess before your father gets home!”
“Yes Mum,” sighed James and with a scowl in Al’s direction, he jumped down from the four-poster bed and landed on the floor with a thud.
“James,” said Ginny Potter coming in from the adjacent room. “How many times have I told you not
“But muumm!” groaned James as his mother picked up little Albus and headed to the Nursery.
“I was only just pretending! See, the other day I saw this show on Blackbeard
the pirate on Grandpa Weasley’s velytision-“
“Grandpa’s Velytision!” explained an exasperated James to his mother.
James! Not velytision!” Ginny laughed as she sat down on the bed and pulled James up with her.
“Television, then. And Grandma made us those yummy chocolate rum balls
“What?” said Ginny innocently, running her hand over his hair.
“Do you have to do that now? You know it doesn’t stay. Anyway, so about Blackbeard---once, you know, he went to a place near Barcelona
and blew the whole thing up! It was awesome! There was this biiig
explosion and bang! The whole place-”
! I can’t believe dad would let you watch such a thing! Where was mum at that time? I’m sure she would have gone ballistic she knew about this.”
“Oh Grandma was busy peeling oranges
in the other room for Rosie,” said James nodding his head.
“Well, okay then… what happened next?” said Ginny distractedly.
“Nothing much… the wind swept his boat, Queen Anne's Revenge, offshore
and off went old Blackbeard, to wreck havoc in some other place.” James grinned up at the horrified face of his mother.
“Well, that’s nice…” Ginny murmured. “I’ve got Al’ all ready for bed…but he’s missing his big brother…”
James groaned but Ginny spotted the mischievious grin. She smiled herself as she took James’s face in her both her hands and pressed her nose to his forehead.
“Don’t stay up too late…”
“Sure thing, mum,” James squirmed as his mother pressed her lips to his cheek and with a loud SMUCK sound, withdrew, grinning.
“Ewww…” said James mockingly, wiping his cheek with the back of his sleeve.
Ginny smiled as she watched James run off towards the nursery and called out, “And try not to be too mean to him!”
To which she received a reply in the form of a giggle, a thud, a cry, and then an outbreak of enormous laughter at which point she smiled sweetly and curled up on the soft satin covers of her bed to sleep.