Call Me Mama

"We're going where?" Harry asked, crinkling his brow in thought.

"It's a little town in Arkansas. I've got us two rooms at this little ranch out there. I think you'll enjoy it."

Severus frowned, "A ranch? Is that a farm or something? Seriously?"

"Maybe. Listen, you two need a quiet place where we can train. I've got an enlarged trunk for us to practice in, and I'm sure we will be more or less unbothered here. Besides, the people I talked to sounded really kind."

Harry narrowed his eyes, "So we're going to the country? You know they're more conservative out there right? We might be a bit too eccentric for their tastes."

His godfather laughed, "We'll be fine."

The vehicles were overly large and mostly clunky. The young pair absorbed their surrounding with a mixture of awe and disgust; frowning at the lack of cleanliness in the city called Clarksville. Dirty nails and ripped jeans seemed to be a recurring theme in the town.

"Evening," greeted Sirius, nodding to the gruff man waiting next to a rounded woman at the gate.

The man grabbed his hand in his own calloused one and shook it.

"We've got ya'll's rooms ready for ya back at the house. If ya have any allergies er problems we should know about; you can tell my wife, This here is Anne, most people 'round here just call 'er mama. If you have any questions about food or the house, go to her. If ya have any questions about the ranch, come to me. Ya'll paid to stay here, so ya don' have to do much out here, but we ask that you clean up after ye'selves and try to pitch in whenever you can. Help is always wanted. I've gotta go pick up my daughter from the church. She's been helpin' clean up fer Sundy service t'morrow. Ya'll are welcome to join us, but I know not evry''un is religious."

Harry lifted his eyebrow at the mention of church. Wizards and witches didn't normally go to muggle churches, as they usually had different beliefs on where magic came from and the like. He had never been to a church before, and it sounded interesting.

"Wanna check it out Sev?"

Severus snarled up his nose, "To church? Churches aren't exactly accepting of people like us Harry. My father was a church man. He went every Sunday morning and every Wednesday night, then he would come beat me for using what he called "Devil magic." We're evil in their eyes. Children of Satan. I don't plan on being burned on a pile of fags during my stay here thank you very much."

The green eyed boy shook his head, "Not every Christian is like your father Sev. I'm sure many are very lovely people. Can't we just give them a chance?"

Severus ran a hand through his glamoured hair, "We're here for two weeks. I'll go one Sunday. That's it Harry. I refuse to satisfy your curiosity any more than that."

"I couldn't ask for more."

Anne was bumbling about the kitchen, preparing dinner for the family.

"Harry dear, do you think you could wash the taters for me?"

"Sure thing ma'am. What are you making?"

"I'm thinkin' we can have some masshed taters, with some gravy o'course. Ya'll aint against havin' some good ol' fashioned cookin' are ya? I was plannin' on stirrin' up some chicken dumplin's too."

"You will get no objections from me ma'am."

She shook her head, knocking a few strays from her bun.

"So proper. Ya'll call me mama a'ight? Ma'am makes me feel like an old woman."

"Yes ma'am- I mean mama."

"Better."

Severus stiffled a snort with his sleeve.

"Same goes for you Evan. I won't have no guest in my house callin' me ma'am."

"Yes ma- mama."

"Exactly."

I'm sorry for the Disneyworld scene, or lack thereof. Seeing as how I have never been to Florida, or any theme park located there, I didn't know what to write about being there. I hope you can forgive me for my inexperience.

I have, however, traveled to a few different farms and even stayed for a prolonged amount of time at one, so I can assure you our favorite characters time spent there will be thoroughly described. Have a nice day and:

Happy Reading (:

-YSG