"It's up to you now, Minerva. I'm tired of him."
A stern looking women, Minerva averted her gaze to the almost 10 year old boy with messy black hair.
"Hello, its James I suppose", the women said.
"Hello, lady", the boy replied tipping his cap to her, flourished with a bow.
"James, behave yourself. She is going to be here for today."
"Oh, Mum I am a well behaved child, dad always praises me."
Sighing his mother said, "Minerva, I am sorry if he causes any inconvenience. He has a fair share of his father's mischief."
The women pursed her lips, "Oh! Don't you worry Dorea. I have seen a good amount of naughty children. I know to handle them I suppose."
But even now Dorea was not quite convinced. She said, "Oh! You will realise that he is different Minerva. He truly is!" Then with a slight chuckle, she added, "You wouldn't be saying that till the end of the day."
The Potter Manor was quiet. Of course, it was not the eerie calm that settled in a house as big as that. But the quiet that has unceremoniously swept on the house was an indication to an upcoming storm, a noisy one.
Dorea Potter knew this, that's why she was making her step with every cautious effort. Unfortunately, that meant she saw the unusual type of cloth protruding behind the couch before the unaware Minerva McGonagall. It was on that note when she did warn, the women was already falling with a load of water balloons shooting from above.
Turns out James Potter had put up an invisible barrier with not-so-accidental magic.
This event followed several others marked with an even louder gasp from the victim. And then the unfortunate Dorea and Minerva were made to search the prankster responsible.
The boy in question did not display himself until Minerva had decided to leave early.
"I'm really sorry Minerva; I don't know what to do, but…"
"It's ok Dorea; your child is indeed a great nuisance. But I will just have to get used to it, it seems."
The ashamed mother could only nod.
At the door she said, "I hope Charlus could come early just so to have James for the day."
She was blissfully unaware that a man of his fifties was now winking towards his 10 year old son. Both had a water balloon in hand.
With the last click of the door, the women turned. Only to be obscured by two balloons smashing on her.
Anger bubbling, she growled, "Charlus!"
The father and the son high-fived and ran as the witch tried to tackle them with water balloons conjured of her own.
If Minerva McGonagall ever made a visit to the manor again, she could easily imagine the family, whom she had glimpsed at in her haste to be off.
It was a different family, she would muse later, but funny.
AN: This is a short drabble, my first story. Please read and review.