A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club March

Fabulous World of Comics: 3 - (color) purple

Amber's Attic: 30 - (color) purple

Liza's Loves: 2 - Boutique Cream - Write about someone pampering themselves, or doing something for themselves (for once)

Marvel Appreciation: 4 - [Plot Point] Write about being innocent of an accusation.

Word Count: 614

The tea kettle whistled loudly. Hermione sighed. It had been the longest day, or it least it seemed that way. Severus was at school teaching. The kids had been little terrors today. Rose and James had gotten into a fight that had led to both of them somehow being covered in jam.

She had yet to get the truth out of Rose. She knew Ginny was most likely having the same problem with James. The only way they'd learn what had really happened was if Lily decided to snitch. Lately, though, the other kids had started to bribe her.

Hermione smiled, thinking about the new Wendi doll she'd seen Lily playing with in the front yard of the Potter house. At least James and Rose had only ended up covered in jam this time. Hugo had done Merlin only knew what to west wall of the house. It was still orange despite Hermione's most valiant attempts to fix the paint color.

She still wasn't sure if Hugo had even done it on purpose or it was just a strange burst of accidental magic. Either way, the once white wall was now orange. She figured if they couldn't get it changed back, she could always just hang art work to cover it.

She picked up the tea kettle and poured herself a cup. For a moment she reveled in the silence. Both children were asleep. She'd just checked on them a moment ago. Rose was buried under a mountain of plushies. Hugo had somehow rolled off is bed and was sleeping on the floor.

Hermione had debated picking up and putting him back to bed, but then he might wake. If he woke up, he'd want a cup of water. Then he'd have to use the loo, and then he'd be thirsty again. No, sleeping on the floor one night wouldn't hurt him. She'd made sure he had proper head support. He'd be fine.

Now, now that both of them were asleep, this was her time. She had her cup of tea. It was so nice to drink it while it was still hot. She'd gotten a new copy of Transfiguration Today in the post. Her last copy had been destroyed either by a pack of hungry alpacas or by purple radioactive bunnies. She wasn't sure which one Rose had claimed.

Either way, it didn't really matter, since there were no alpacas in the house and purple radioactive bunnies only existed in the mind of her daughter. Hermione flipped open the magazine and started reading. She had only finished the first page when something in the corner of the room caught her eye. She sighed, put the magazine down and rose to investigate.

Maybe she should have tried reading somewhere else, somewhere the kids weren't allowed? The object in the corner, thankfully, turned out to be nothing more than a toy sneakoscope Rose had most likely gotten from James.

Shaking her head, Hermione picked up the magazine, made sure the children's rooms were warded to alert her if there was any trouble, and settled down in Severus' lab to read. No one was allowed in there, and for once, maybe she could finally read more than one page in peace. Hermione had finished two articles before her eyes drooped closed. Her head slumped against the back of the chair.

The magazine fell to the floor. Sound asleep, Hermione didn't hear the small sound of soft padded feet on the floor. Nor did she see the furry purple creature crawl out of a hole in the wall. It glowed softly while it hopped over to her, sniffed her magazine and started chewing the pages to shreds.