Lily Potter stood sideways in front of the mirror, studying her figure with discontent.
'James...' she whined. James lifted his head from his pillow- It was, after all, quarter to six in the morning, and he was not at all ready to get up yet.
'What's up?' he yawned. Lily frowned.
'I'm fat.' James, sensing danger ahead, sat up and stuck his glasses onto his face.
'Don't be silly, Lily.' He chuckled a little at the rhyme. Lily glared at him.
'Don't laugh!' she snapped. James shrank back a little. Lily with hormones was dangerous.
'I'm not... But Lily, you're pregnant...' She stepped towards him.
'Are you agreeing that I'm fat?' James held his hands up.
'No, no, no, I was saying that you're beautiful. You know what they say; There's nothing lovelier than a pregnant woman's glow.' Lily narrowed her eyes.
'I've never heard anyone say that.' James winced.
'Well, I think it's true, anyway. Especially when the woman's already gorgeous.' Lily looked at him for a minute, and then promptly burst into tears. James struggled furiously to escape from his blankets.
'Lily- Lils- What's wrong?' He finally freed himself from the sheets and hurried across the room to put his arm around her shoulders. She had sunk down to the floor and was still bawling her eyes out.
'You- you were so nice!' James was confused but nodded. He'd learnt better than to argue with Lily. She continued. 'And I was mean to you- and I was going to shout at you- and-'
'Shhh. Lily, it's okay. How about I go and make you some breakfast?' Lily nodded.
'Ham sandwiches, please. With jaffa cakes.' James frowned.
'What are jaffa cakes?' Lily stopped crying and gazed at him, shocked.
'You don't know what jaffa cakes are?' James shrugged. 'Why did I marry you?'