A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club January

Assorted Appreciation: 13 - I'm Home - Write about moving into a new home - Alt - Write a slice of life set at home

Angel's Archives: 10 - Compsognathus - write about someone with a small stature.

Marvel Appreciation: Q - Quicksilver: (Character: Pietro Maximoff) OR (Relationship: Brother&Sister)

Word Count: 737

"Now, watch very carefully," five year old Rose told her little brother. Hugo looked up at her from the floor. He was three.

"This is how you make a sandwich. You first have to get the bread. This is bread, Hugo," Rose explained, holding up two slices of bread.

"Bread," Hugo repeated. He put his foot in his mouth and sucked on this toes. Rose wrinkled her nose.

"No, not toes! That's gwoss," she announced. She was standing on a chair facing the kitchen table. She wasn't quite tall enough to reach the table on her own. She was short for her age, but everyone said she'd catch up eventually. She hoped to one day be as tall as her daddy, Severus.

"Toes good," Hugo replied. Rose ignored him.

"Next you get a knife. This is a butter knife, see it's not very sharp. Mummy says you use this kind of knife to spread things like butter. We're going to use it spread the peanut butter on the bread." Rose grabbed the jar of peanut butter off the table and opened it. She stuck the knife in and pulled out a large glob. She plopped it on the bread and tried to spread it, but instead tore a hole in the bread.

"You made boo boo," Hugo announced. Rose glared at him.

"The jam goes on the other side. Mummy keeps the jam the jam in the fridge," she told her brother. She hopped off the chair, opened the fridge door, and slid the chair over. She climbed back up on it, grabbed the jar of jam, and climbed back down. She put the jam on the floor and slid the chair back to the table. She happily put the jam on the chair, climbed onto the chair herself, and the put the jam on the table. Hugo watched her climb.

"If you were taller, you no need chair," he said. Rose pretended she didn't hear him. It was bad enough James was taller than her, and all of her other cousins, she didn't need her little brother pestering her about her height too.

"You can use the same knife to put the jam on the bread," she continued. She put a large glob of jam onto the bread and spread it. This time, she managed not to tear a hole in the bread. "Then you squish the two pieces of bread together." Rose picked up the slices of bread, dripped jam and peanut butter all over the table, and slammed them together. Jam and peanut butter oozed from the sandwich.

"See, the perfect sandwich," Rose announced picking the mess of bread, jam, and peanut butter up off the table. She climbed off the chair, smearing peanut butter on it.

"I want one too!" Hugo exclaimed. Rose handed him the sandwich she'd just made.

"Here, take this one, I'll make myself another."

Hugo stood up and wandered off towards their playroom. Rose made herself another sandwich, making an even bigger mess in the process. Soon, she joined Hugo in their playroom, the pair of them getting peanut butter and jam on most of their checker set.

"Rose Minerva Snape!"

Rose looked up from the book she'd been trying to read. It had a lot of big words and not enough pictures. Hermione was standing in the doorway.

"Yes, Mummy?" Rose asked.

"Why is the kitchen table covered in jam and peanut butter?"

"I was teaching Hugo how to make a sandwich!"

"Great, now you can teach Hugo how to clean up a mess too," Hermione stated, leading both of her children to the kitchen. They stared at her for a moment.

"This is called a wash rag. You wet it in the sink and then use it clean up the mess."

Rose nodded grabbing the rag and starting to clean the table. Hermione handed Hugo one too.

"You can start cleaning the chair, Hugo. See wipe it like this to get the jam off."

Soon the two kids had the kitchen, and their playroom clean.

"Alright, you can go back to what you were doing. And Rose, please ask next time you want something to eat?"

"Yes, Mummy," Rose answered, giving Hermione a huge innocent looking smile before darting back off towards the library. Hugo looked up at Hermione and stuck his foot in his mouth.

"Toes good," he mumbled, his mouth full of foot.