"Harry dear you're going to be late for work
"Harry dear you're going to be late for work!" Harry moaned and begrudgingly half walked half fell down the stairs. He jumped the last two steps as he trudged across the landing into the kitchen. As he opened the fridge he called, "Ginny would you like your eggs scrambled or hard boiled?" "I've already eaten dear and your eggs are getting cold." Harry smiled and walked across the room to give his wife a peck on the cheek. "Love you." He whispered softly in her ear. "Eat." Ginny laughed. Harry sat down at the round maple table across from Ginny. "I still think you should have kept your quidditch job." Harry remarked while shoving a forkful of eggs in his mouth. "I might have but the kids are quite a handful." Ginny scolded. "What does that have to do with me?" Joked Harry, intending to make her smile. Ginny though, was not amused and expressed so by sending him a dirty look. Harry looked down at his plate and continued eating. Soon afterward harry was dressed and ready for work. "Bye honey!" He called down the hall. "Don't be late!" However Ginny's last remark did not reach him; he had already slipped out the door.