Disclaimer: I don't think JK's writing would be this bad even on her worst day!
Epiphanies were never Albus' strong points. And having one early in the morning of a Sunday was definitely not on his to do list. But when do people let you do what you want? Here's what happened:
The shout of his wife yelling his name was the very first thing he heard as Albus Potter woke up in the morning.
Entering the kitchen, he saw that she must have been stomping around the place for some time since she couldn't have caused this amount of destruction in such a short span.
"Diane?" his voice was hesitant and small as he called his wife, who was now facing the window, glaring at some thing outside.
"You! Its all your fault! You just had to make this happen! I'm going to kill you as soon as I clean this room up!"
That was another thing about her. She loved cleanliness. A bit too much, he thought but, now would definitely not be the best time to tell her that.
"What did I do?"
"What thing did you bring home yesterday?"
"Oh, that! It was a confiscated creature. It was too late to take to the ministry yesterday and it appeared harmless and so…."
"Harmless! Harmless! What sort of an idiot brings home a creature that flies and weighs a ton! And breathes fire!"
"Well…it was a curious mixture between a niffler, a pygmy puff and a drag…"
"Don't tell me it was a hybrid dragon" she said and Albus was, as untimely as it was, reminded of the fact that the woman before him seemed more in similarity to a dragon than that poor creature.
"Okay! I won't"
"Stop acting the jerk, Al! Look at what that thing has done!"
"Oh! So you didn't cause all this. I was sure you couldn't have…..argh!"
Albus screamed as he was tackled to the ground by Diane who sat atop him, fuming.
"You dig your grave deeper and deeper with every word you speak, Potter. Better shut up and let me shout at you in peace" she said threateningly and he now perfectly understood why his father, the boy who lived, couldn't even defend himself from his mother's throw of cutlery.
"That…monster destroyed my kitchen! How could you leave it here! You knew some thing like this would happen! And where in hell did you get such a beast from in the first place?"
"I might explain, if you would get off me?" Al suggested and she stood up with a huff.
"Look, I actually left it in the garage. I have no idea how it came into the house, much less the kitchen!"
"Hmph!" Diane turned away from him, hands folded.
"I'm sorry, alright? I won't do this again. I'll even right this mess. You can just sit and watch what I do?" he said compromisingly.
Seeing that she wasn't convinced, he said, "What else do you want me to do?"
"Could you, like, get me that animal again?"
"I thought you despised it?"
"Well…I did, but, it was sort of cute and it was a wild animal, what could you expect? I'm sure I could train it if I could have it as a pet?"
"I'll try my best to get you that. I could get it after and if, it passes the ministry tests" Albus assured her, and he had come to a conclusion.
Women were annoying. Girlfriends were confusing. And wives, they were annoying and confusing at the same time and yet, they manage to convince you that you couldn't live without them.
Albus was shook out of his reverie by a broom, which smacked him in the face.
"Oh! Did it hit you?"
There she goes, being maddening again!
A/n: Written for the challenge with a promise!
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