"James, give me your dirty clothes," Ginny demanded, poking her head into her son's room. Laundry day at the Potter household was always a chore. Lily had clothes with special washing instructions, Albus couldn't figure out which clothes were clean or dirty, Harry puts dirty clothes in drawers with the clean clothes ("They have about three more days-worth of wearing, Gin!"), and James had to be pestered repeatedly before she even saw a sock from that kid.
"No need, mum. I notice how hard doing laundry is for you, so I decided to make it easier," James answered.
"How?" Ginny had half a mind to call Harry. She had a feeling James was about to saying something that required a comeback from her ever-so-witty husband.
"I cleaned my clothes myself."
"James Sirius Potter! You are not supposed to be using magic outside of school. I don't care if you are going to be 17 in ten months."
"Please, mum, I didn't use magic," James scoffed.
"Then how did you clean all of your clothes?" Ginny put a hand on her hip and stared her son down.
"I scrubbed them clean using my washboard abs!" James lifted up his shirt just enough to show his abs. Ginny paused, finding that she had no response, she turned around and walked away.
"If the washer breaks, you know where to reach me!" James called after his mother. James threw off his shirt and picked up a bottle of self-tanning lotion he bought in Diagon Alley. "Lavender huh?" He read and then shrugged, "I'm game." He put a glob of the lotion in his hand and proceeded to rub the stuff on his body.
