"Dad! Dad! Come and look at what we made!"
I looked up to see Scorpius and Devana standing in front of me, sopping wet and covered in snow, grinning from ear to ear.
Reluctantly I put my paper down. "You wouldn't think that you were nearly seventeen and fourteen." I told them. "More like seven and four."
I pulled on my boots and a coat and stepped out in the snow and gaped in horror at what the pair had made.
There was a snow woman, about 5 foot high, with big long eyelashes made from fir tree leaves and a necklace that I recognised as the one that Astoria and I gave to Devana for her birthday. Oh, and simply enormous breasts.
"It's Jordan!" announced Devana proudly.
"Who?" I asked in disdain.
"Jordan!" repeated Scorp, showing me a picture of an orange woman with to-large boobs and massive lips, who by the looks of things didn't realise that underwear was called underwear for a reason.
"O...kay..." I said slowly. "So what's that?" I pointed to lump of snow, barely a foot high with a gold medallion on it. Peering closer I realised that it was the one that Astoria had forced me to wear at some stupid seventies night when we were twenty.
"That's Peter Andre." said Scorp matter of factly.
"Didn't you guess?" asked Devana in a tone that indicated that it was obvious that a blob of snow with a necklace balanced on top was the equally orange husband of some muggle model.
"Where did you get these pictures from?" I asked, suspiciously, even though I was pretty sure that I knew.
In answer Scorpius showed me the front cover. I recognised it as the cover of one of Astoria's muggle magazines that she was always leaving lying around, despite my constant requests to keep it from the kids. I don't want them being influenced by the muggles and their obsessions with looks and plastacine surgery or whatever it's called.
I grabbed the magazine and began to march back in.
"Hey, Dad, where are you going?" called Scorpius. I didn't have to turn to see him grinning cheekily.
"To talk to your mother." I replied grimly and slammed the door behind me.
A/N SNOW DAY!!!! EVERYBODY DO THE SNOW DANCE! Yay for heaviest snow in england for 18 years!! My college was closed today so I had nothing to do. This little story is kind of based on we (me, my brother, sister, mum and stepdad) did a few hours ago but not really because we ended up making the Queen and David Beckham instead. But whatever. Then this just popped into my head. I wrote in about 5 minutes though, so be judge me too much. Review if you like. =]