Trouble
"You three are in so much trouble."
Innocent eyes stared back at her and she frowned. They were too innocent - their eyes too big and too doe-eyed - that she knew immediately something was amiss.
At their silence, she continued. "I received a letter from Professor McGonagall about a certain incident that occurred during the feast before Christmas holidays." Still silence. "After all of the glitter was cleaned up, a note from an "HJP" was found wishing everyone a happy holidays."
"I dunno what you're talking about, mama," eleven-year-old Harper Joanna said softly.
"Oh don't give me that-"
"Honest! We don't know what you're going on about, mum," her middle child, and currently a third-year student, Hayden John insisted with a furious shake of his head.
Her amber eyes narrowed into a glare and zoned in on her eldest. Henry Jacob Potter sat on the dining room table with the most innocent smile on his face. If Hermione had squinted, she swore she would've seen a halo atop his curly black hair.
"Don't look at me, mum," he said. "I was with Nat when that whole thing happened."
She growled. "Fine. If none of you are going to fess up, then all four of you are grounded until the new year."
"Four…?"
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" She screeched. "Get your arse down here! This is all your fault!"
Author's Note: Written for the HMS Harmony Discord Server "Two-Hundred Drabble Tuesday" with the theme of "Domestic!HHr".