Remus Lupin hated mornings.
"Aw, cheer up," his wife teased.
"Dora, I woke up at Merlin knows what hour, almost lost a finger to that blasted door, discovered we've run out of coffee, stood in that miserably cold weather, bought a ridiculously overpriced block of wood that will go out of style by tomorrow morning and-"
"Wow!" A shout interrupted Remus's mutterings, "A broomstick?! Thanks Dad, you're the best!"
And as small arms were thrown over his shoulders paired with a huge smile and vibrant hair, Remus sighed in defeat.
Well, at least it was worth it.