A/N: This is a drabble for Bookworm77071, as promised. Hope you like it! I don't own HP.
Game on
James had no idea what was going on, only that it couldn't be good. His instincts told him to run as far as his legs could carry him.
He could handle nearly everything: an attack of Death Eaters with the odds six to one, a dragon attack on Diagon Alley, a sphinx blocking the way to his desk, and even Petunia. But what he couldn't handle was his wife in a fit.
His home was now thrown upside down, or almost, because the couch pillows were everywhere, the couch was in the middle of the living room, the umbrella stand was knocked over and somehow the Chinese cabinet ended up on the ceiling fan. How the heck the thing was still up there was a mystery to him.
"Lily!" He called, and he found his wife wrestling their duvet cover in their bedroom. She looked up at him, and tried to extract herself. She finally succeeded and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"Lily, what are you doing?" James asked, trying to keep himself from laughing when she strolled back.
"I lost it, James!" She shrieked, and he stepped back, or rather, he was blown away by the sheer force of her voice.
"Honey, relax, calm down, what did you lose?" He asked, taking a step closer. She dove into their duvet cover, her hands feeling everywhere but finding nothing. It was like seeing a cat struggling in a bag.
"Lily?" He asked, pulling her out of the duvet by her waist, "Sweetheart, what did you lose?" He didn't let go of her.
"Oh my… your mother's gonna kill me!" She screamed, "It was the first thing she gave me! What's she going to think if I lose the first thing she gave me?"
James laughed, and Lily started to punch every part of him she could reach. She shrieked at him that he was imbecile and stupid and an idiot…
"Calm down, Lily!" He cried out, setting her down, "My mother hated those earrings!"
Lily stopped struggling, "What?"
"She gave them to you as a joke," He laughed, "She was hoping you'd lose them!"
"Your mum played a prank on me?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"Yeah – what did you expect? I must have gotten these genes somewhere!" He sniggered.
Lily's expression grew icy, "So your mum wants to prank me? With ugly bright pink earrings?" She asked, and James suddenly felt very sorry for his mother, "Oh, the war is on!"
James knew he would be helping… he owed his mum for the yellow dye in his hair back in sixth year.
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