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A/N: Sorry! But what with graduation, Dance Review, and vacation (where I got attacked by sea gulls and crabs) I didn't really have time to write.
Warning: I cheated on this one. It's nearly 300 words long... But you've all been with me for over 20 chapters, you deserve a few extra words. lol.
Title: Yucky
"Now kids, Mummy's been in the kitchen cooking, the Muggle way. I know the food might not taste all that good… ok, I might not even be edible, but Mummy's been working hard. Also, Mummy's pregnant, and we all know what happens when Mummy's pregnant." Chris, Damon, Gwen and Ephram all nodded, having been through those traumatic nine months before. "So when we go in there, are we going to say anything bad about Mummy's food?" Ron asked.
"No" the seven children mumbled in unison.
"Alright then, time for dinner." They moment the stepped into the dining room, a putrid sent hit their noses. They looked to the table to find their dinner; something that looked liked a mix between meatloaf, pizza, and seaweed.
"So how's it look?" Hermione asked brightly.
"Um…. Great mum." Gwen said, trying not to vomit.
"Yeah great," all the other children chorused, except for Lucas.
"Well Lucas, what do you think of mummy's cooking?" Ron asked.
The children hold their breath. Sure Lucas was only four, but surly he could remember what their father had just said.
"Yucky," Lucas giggled.
"What! I slave over a hot stove for hours making you spaghetti and you say yucky! I worked like a… like a…
"House elf?" Ron suggested humorously.
She glared viscously at him. "Oh well! Don't eat, order take out, what do I care? I only wanted to feed my seven children and….and…" she broke into tears at this point and ran away.
Ron sighed and got up to go console her. "What can I say?" he said to his awestruck children, "I told you not to say anything bad about her cooking."