A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club April
Bingo: [5.B - Genre: Family]
Fabulous World of Comics: 14 - (plot point) lying to protect someone
Book Club: Kit: (character) Mundungus Fletcher, (dialogue) "Ketchup is the king of all condiments.", (word) rumor, (action) jumping, (trait) silly, (object) torch/flashlight
Elizabeth's Empire: 20. (food) Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans
Marvel Appreciation: 11- May Parker - Trait: Protective
Word Count: 509
Blaise stared at the strangely shaped muffin on the tray. It was brown with colorful lumps. He was still sitting in bed when the girls had brought in a tray containing the muffin, half a glass of orange juice, a puddle of ketchup, and a hand drawn card.
"Harry?" he asked. Harry walked into to their room, his hair sticking out every direction. There was a glittery heart drawn on his cheek. Blaise shook his head. Lily loved using her glitter pens.
"Lily and Chloe wanted to make you breakfast in bed, for father's day," Harry explained, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I got that much from the breakfast nearly being dumped on me. And the card with 'Hoppy Father's' written in crayon," Blaise said, holding up the card. It had a green glittery blob on the front. Blaise was sure it was supposed to be a frog. "I'm asking about this muffin? It is a muffin?" Blaise asked. Harry laughed.
"Chloe made them, six of them to be exact. One for me, one for you, one for Lily and then three for Chloe. She never does do anything if it doesn't involve getting the lion's share, does she?"
"Our little Slytherin princess," Blaise smiled.
"That she will be, soon as she's sorted..."
"Do you have any doubt?" Blaise asked, taking Harry's hand.
"No, I don't," Harry agreed, giving Blaise a quick kiss. Blaise held up the muffin looking at it. He turned it around in his hand, studying it. He had a pretty good idea what it was made of, but he had to ask.
"What is this made of?"
"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans," Harry laughed. Blaise quickly dropped it on the tray next to the half a glass of orange juice. He was fairly certain Lily had drank part of it.
"Really?" Blaise asked, poking it slightly. Harry nodded.
"Really. It's not... horrible."
"You ate yours?"
"She was watching me! What was I supposed to do, feed it to Snuffles?"
"The dog won't touch these," Blaise stated.
"Probably not, you should either eat it or vanish it before the girls come back up here," Harry said. Blaise nodded, quickly vanishing the offending muffin. He looked at the rest of the tray.
"What was the ketchup for exactly?"
"No idea, but she said 'Ketchup is the king of all condiments.' whatever that means?"
"What will she come up with next?"
"What ever it is, one of us will probably have to eat it," Blaise said, causing Harry to laugh. They both turned to the door where two pairs of footsteps were headed. Soon their daughters were standing in the doorway. Chloe was laughing at something.
"Like the muffin, Daddy?" she asked.
"I did, but not the booger flavored one," he lied. Lily squealed loudly, jumping onto the bed. Harry grabbed the glass of orange juice before it spilled. Soon all the Potter-Zanbinis were on Harry and Blaise's bed. The girls trying to make a pillow fort while their parents pretended to try and destroy it.
