"Mom, you don't have to do this." "Do what?" "Squeeze his grapefruit."
"Mumma." Charlie said early one morning. "Mumma, wake up!" He added when Molly didn't open her eyes.
"Charlie?" Molly groaned as she felt herself being violently shaken, "What's wrong, dear?" She added as she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes lightly.
"I heard weird noises last night and it's scared me." Charlie replied as he pulled himself up onto the bed.
"Oh, did you now?" Molly asked as a deep shade of red started to creep onto her cheeks.
"Yeah, Mumma. It sounded like someone was getting hurt." Charlie replied as he cuddled close to his mum, taking to the form of her figure once he was lying comfortably next to her. Arthur would forget to cast a bloody silencing charm. Molly thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around her second eldest son.
"I promise no one is getting hurt, ok, love?" Molly said as she felt Charlie nuzzle her chest.
"Ok, Mumma." Charlie replied sleepily as his eyes started to droop.
"Goodnight, Charlie, dear." Molly whispered as she watched her son fall asleep again. Within minutes of Charlie falling asleep, Molly was also sound asleep.