One Cold Bottle of Water
Harry Potter had just come back from his morning jog and was on his way to get a bottle of water from the kitchen.
When he reached the refrigerator his son, James, came up behind him and grabbed the bottle.
"Sorry dad. Kind of need it." James said smirking evilly. Harry just sighed and nodded.
When Harry looked back in the refrigerator, plain in sight was a bottle-less refrigerator. Again he sighed and went outside to his outside cooler. But before he reached the cooler his daughter, Lily, has gotten there before hand.
"Sorry dad. Teddy, Hugo, and I are off to play Quidditch with some of the neighbors. Going to need refreshments." Harry sighed again. How hard is it to get water from your own house? Harry thought to himself.
Harry went back inside his house, grabbed a cup and turned on the sink, but unfortunately nothing came out.
"Plumbing backed up, Harry." His wife Ginny said walking over to him. Harry sighed in frustration.
He went up to his son room. Yup, it came down to this. When he opened the door something sprayed his eyes. It wasn't the best his eyes felt.
"Albus Potter! What is this?" Harry yelled angrily, while trying to wipe his eyes.
"Yes! It worked Scrop's!" Al said happily.
Harry sighed annoyed. And went to his other son room, James. This is pathetic, first Al's room and now worst! The prankster room! Harry thought to himself.
He immediately got punched in the face by something squishy and slimily. That was the final straw.
"What does it take to get One Cold Bottle of Water?"