"MERLIN'S BAGGY FRONTS!"
Every single month, Remus Lupin endured a great deal of pain—no one could deny this. The object he had just stepped on, however, made him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from cursing again. He hobbled a bit, hopping on his good foot to see what he had stepped on. On the floor of his little cottage in Yorkshire was a miniature red brick. It had pointy edges, likely meant to hurt people, Remus thought, with stubs on the top to cause even further pain. Remus knelt down as he replaces his foot on the floor and picked up the tiny red object. He pressed it in between his fingers, muttering to himself. For whatever reason, the brick was made out of some sort of hard material that made it hurt all the worse. A Zonko's product? He mused to himself, Or is it something of George's?
Teddy, who had heard the commotion in the living room, rushed down from his comfy place in bed on the second floor. The eight-year-old was, as it turned out, a bit used to hearing his father cry out in some sort of pain—and only half the time was it werewolf-related. Teddy had grown into a bit of a prankster, and though he never intended on pranking his dear father, the boy tended to leave a lot of his objects lying around.
"Dad, what happened?"
Remus shot a look up at the stairs where he heard Teddy's voice. "Your…whatever this is nearly made me want to chop off my own foot, Edward. What in Merlin's name is this?"
The werewolf lifted the red brick up for Teddy to see and the boy's eyes widened.
"Oh, you found it! Oh, Dad, thank you!" Teddy exclaimed, rushing to collect his lego brick. He looked up and smiled at his father. "It's from the lego kit Grandpa Arthur got me for my birthday—it builds something called a 'fire truck' and this was the last piece I needed. I've been looking for it for days, where on earth did you find it?"
Remus tried his best not to seethe. A lego brick? That's what he had stepped on? How could a muggle toy bring so much pain to a fully-fledged werewolf? Every month, his body ripped itself apart and brought itself back again, but this…this blasted piece of plastic had brought him down.
"I found it on the floor, Teddy. You really need to do a better job keeping track of your stuff. This can hurt people, you know," he reprimanded. "Stepping on this was no cakewalk."
The boy rolled his eyes and snatched the red brick from his father's hand. "It's a toy, Dad. Sometimes it gets left on the floor. I don't see what the big deal is, it can't possibly hurt that much."
Remus looked at his son darkly. In time, the boy would see for himself how badly stepping on a lego brick could hurt. In the meantime, however, Remus bit his tongue. He'll figure it out eventually.