The kitchen, to Ginny, did not appear like much of a kitchen at all. In fact, it called to mind one of the bright warnings found on her old potions books cautioning students against making mistakes in their brewing.

"Hermione!" she called with trepidation apparent in her voice," you'd best come here."

"What?" Hermione asked, turning the corner from the entryway. The second she saw the mess, her mouth fell open in shock.

"I don't think we should let our husbands and children play together for this long anymore," Ginny suggested.

"No, probably not," Hermione agreed before covering her mouth with a hand and giggling.

Ginny glared at her friend.

"Lots of laughing you'd be doing if it was your kitchen."

"Sorry," she said, straightening her face and shouting "Ronald!"

Rose and Lily emerged from the upstairs, and Rose turned to her cousin, whispering knowingly, "Dad's in trouble now."

Both girls went to hug their respective mothers in greeting, and then continued into the living room, apparently already aware of the situation, and apparently also aware of the entertaining show about to transpire.

Ron and Harry appeared first, each with his offspring hiding behind him.

"What, exactly, happened in here?" Ginny asked, shrugging off her coat and setting it on the rack.

Harry could see the anger set in her face, but he did not miss the bright sparkle in her eyes.

"Well, we…we," Ron began.

"We remembered this potions experiment," Harry explained, "that was in one of our old school books. And we thought we'd try it out."

Ginny raised her eyebrows.

"Ok, so we got them from George's shop," Ron amended.

"What exactly are 'they'?" Hermione inquired. "Hugo?"

"Uncle George said they were supposed to make food do interesting things. Like, turn rainbow colored and stuff."

"And you believed him?" Ginny asked.

"We thought we'd try it out. You know, just to see what it did," Albus said.

James continued, "So Dad got out some soup and added the potion to it."

"And, well, you can see the rest," Ron concluded.

"Yes, indeed," his wife agreed.

"Never, ever believe George when he calls some invention of his harmless. Ron, Harry, you should know this."

"Yeah, I know…We tried cleaning it, Gin, didn't work at all."

"George says that it'll come off in 48 hours."

"We're going to have sparkly, fluorescent, lemon yellow goo on our kitchen walls and ceiling until Monday?"

"Afraid so," Harry confirmed. Ginny covered her face with her hands for a moment, and then looked up.

"Don't we need to get Rose to her lesson?" Ron asked his wife.

"Oh, yes, we do. Ginny, Rose has a lesson in an hour, we really have to go."

"Oh, alright, go ahead," Ginny agreed.

"Rose, Lily, it's time for Rose to go," Hermione called.

"But mum…"

"No, we have to go now. Come on. You'll see them again soon."

"Yeah, on Monday when we get together to clean up this mess," Ginny informed them.

Hermione nodded in agreement.

The Granger-Weasley family quickly gathered their jackets, shoes, and toys and headed to the door. Ron and Hugo gave Harry, James, and Albus identically apologetic looks over their shoulders on the way out.

"No sense in trying to clean it now, anyway," Ginny observed, "looks like takeaway for dinner."

Albus and James looked at each other with relief and disappeared. Harry followed behind them.

As soon as Harry and the children had left the room, Ginny turned to the stairs, climbed to the main hallway, walked into the master bedroom, and collapsed, laughing, against the closing door.

She had been there only thirty seconds when Harry appeared in the second doorway, across the room.

"I knew you thought that was funny," he accused.

"What can I say? It reminds me of, well, us, back in school. Only we didn't have parents to hide behind when Mum sent a howler."

Harry laughed.

"You remember that day Ron ate those vomiting pasties to get out of class?"

She laughed, "Yes, but not for the reason you think."

"What?" he asked, lifting her off the ground so that she was leaning against his chest.

"Cho was staring at you the entire day. I was sort of angry."

"Oh, indeed," he teased. "And why would that be?"

"Harry!" She shoved him gently in the stomach, then resettling back into his arms.

"So it really won't be clean until Monday?"

"Well," he replied, "I suppose I could torture your brother until he gets rid of it."

"You could," she agreed.

"But then I would owe him more for not telling more ridiculous stories at our wedding."

"And?"

"And I think he'll try again at our next anniversary. And I don't want to give him any more reason to."

She shrugged. "You know he doesn't need encouragement."

"Yes, I've discovered that most definitely today. Remind me to stay away from George for activity ideas on lazy Saturdays."

"Oh, don't worry, I will."

"We could just ask him nicely," she suggested.

"Your funeral."

She sighed. "You're right. So, what are we having for dinner tonight, and where are we going to eat?"

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