A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club April

Showtime: 14 - The Last Supper: (setting) garden

Scamander's Case: 22 - (character) James II

Word Count: 410

"No fair! Mum, Teddy's finding more eggs than me!" four year old James Sirius Potter yelled.

"James, you actually have to look for them. Standing in one place and spinning in a circle until you're dizzy is not how you find eggs," Ginny laughed, starting to walk over to her son. She was nearly knocked over by a small child running past her.

"Rose! Watch where you're going," Hermione's voice called from the porch. Ginny watched as Rose grabbed James' hand.

"Eggy in twee, eggy in gwass, eggy in powk," she said, pointing to each one. James looked at her.

"Where did you come from?"

"When a mummy and daddy love each other very much," Rose sang.

Ginny glanced over at Hermione whose face was bright red. Ginny fought the urge to laugh. At three, Rose was not shy about anything.

"James, why don't you go get the eggs Rose showed you?" Ginny suggested. James walked over to the tree and stared at it for a moment. The green and brown splotched egg on the trunk seemed invisible to him. Ginny watched him for a moment before discretely changing the color of the egg to a bright yellow.

"Found one!" James yelled, picking it up and waving it around excitedly.

"Great job, James," Ginny called, making the mental note to have James' vision checked.

"I have twelve," Teddy announced, sitting his basket on the porch. Ginny glanced at it.

"Yes, you do. Why don't you go see if Harry needs help in the kitchen, Teddy?"

"Okay, let me know if James or Rose gets close to my eggs," he called, running into the house.

"This was nice idea, Hermione. I don't think I've ever been to an egg hunt," Ginny said, as she watched the two remaining children search for the last of the eggs.

"Mummy! Rose pushed me!" James yelled.

"I did not! You fell over the twee woot!" Rose howled, running over to the porch with James chasing her. Hermione scooped up her daughter.

"James, how could Rose have pushed you when she was behind the tree and you were in front of it?" Ginny asked.

"Magic," James answered, with a firm nod of his head. "She pushed me."

"Did not!" Rose yelled from her mother's arms.

"Let's go see if dinner is ready? Come on, James, time to get cleaned up," Ginny stated, leading James inside. Hermione followed, still carrying a very put out looking Rose.