"Fifty-two weeks to the day," James called out dramatically as he entered the room and Jamie rolled her eyes from above the newspaper. A plate of jam toast sat before her upon the table, along with a cup of tea.
"A year, dad. It's easier just to say a year."
"Less awesome, though!" the Marauder cried, snatching up one of the pieces, to which she gave a defiant "Hey!" and he replied by sending a cheeky wink her way, and twirling around out of the way as she jumped to her feet and lunged after him.
Both their faces are covered with jam by the end of it.
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Yes, it has now been over a year since I first posted 'Mad' (exactly 53 weeks, actually!)and I can't believe it! Thank you to everyone, for 54 reviews, 116 favourites, 108 follows and 61,450 views! It's more than I ever thought would happen, and I hope you guys have enjoyed this as much as I have!
As such, I've come up with a little pressie for you all, the details of which I will put in my next chapter, whenever I happen to publish it. Thanks again!