Prompt - "I vote cake." "That wasn't one of the options..."

There's always option for cake."

"Congratulations, I bought cake," cried Ginny, throwing her arms up in triumph, only to lower them as her son's slunk in the front door. "What is it?"

"We lost – can you believe it. To them," spat James, heading past him mother to go to the kitchen.

Ginny gasped, looking at her youngest son. "No," she said, shaking her head. " It's not possible. Tell me James is having a lend of me," she implored.

Albus shook his head. : Mum, they beat us – they beat the POTTERS!"

Ginny's jaw dropped opemn. "But, but...how? And where's your dad and sister?"

Albus closed his eyes as if in pain. "I can't talk about it right now. Dad was trying to pry Lily off Hugo the last time I looked. That little...those cocky Granger-Weasley's and their gloating faces! I wish I'd socked him one, just like Lily did."

Was it wrong to feel proud of her daughter for punching her youngest nephew...probably. Ah well, this was Quidditch after all.

"That one holds a grudge, too," nodded Ginny. She sunk into the sofa, dragging Albus down with her. "Tell me everything," she urged.

Albus winced. "Mum, your nails are cutting into me," he protested, pulling his arm away.

Not hearing her son, Ginny spoke aloud. "This is why I told Harry, don't play without me, I'll be home later that day, we'll play them on the weekend, but he had to be all, no, you're the Quidditch star, Gin, this way the teams will be more even," she mocked. She unknowingly slapped Albus on the arm. " And this is what happens!"

"Mum! If you're mad at dad, be mad at dad, not me," he told her, rubbing his arm.

"Sorry, love," she said, realising what she had done.

She was checking his arm when the front door opened and Harry and a very grumpy looking Lily entered.

"Hello love, how was the match you were covering?" he asked her, happy to have her home; she'd been in Bulgaria for the Daily Prophet.

"Never mind my match, I've just been hearing about yours," said Ginny.

Lily flung herself over Albus to fall onto Ginny's lap like she was four again, instead of fourteen.

"Mum, we lost to the Granger-Weasleys!" she cried dramatically. "Hugo caught the Snitch!"

"No! He's terrible at Quidditch, how did he manage that?" asked Ginny in shock.

"It flew straight at him," grinned Harry, " he actually tried to bat it away, thinking it was a bird. Rose shrieked at him to grab it, and he did...game over."

"It was horrible, Mum, Rose was gloating, Uncle Ron did some sort of victory dance – " sighed Lily.

"Oh god, the victory dance," groaned Albus, putting his arm over his forehead. "I never want to see that again."

"Even Aunt Hermione looked smug, and she didn't even save one goal," scowled Lily.

"Yes well, I think you hit her with your broom when I was trying to get you off Hugo," said Harry, raising his eyebrows at his daughter.

"Good!" said Lily vehemently. "What?" she demanded at her father, who was giving her a pointed look. "Dad, don't you understand – WE LOST TO THE GRANGER-WEASLEY'S...AT QUIDDITCH!"

"I know, love," soothed Ginny, " and we'll find a way to make this horrendous wrong, right."

" I vote for cake," said Albus suddenly.

"That wasn't one of the options, Al," teased Ginny.

" There's cake?" asked Harry, interestedly. "Cake is always an option, Gin."

He held out both his hands to help Ginny, then AL and Lily off the sofa, although when it was Lily he pretended to fall on top of her, making her squeal in laughter as she tried to shove him off her.

The four Potters made their way to the kitchen, only to find James stuffing himself with a slice, and half the cake gone.

"Wha?" he asked, swallowing his mouthful. " It's now consolation cake."

" Stuff that," said Ginny grimly. " Potter's, it's plotting time."

" So the cake is plotting cake," grinned Lily, sitting at the table.

"I prefer revenge cake," scowled James, and Albus nodded, as they all gathered round the table.

" All right, I've got a plan. Time to bring in the big guns," decided Ginny.

"You, Mum?" asked Lily, excitedly.

Ginny nodded. "Oh, I'm definitely playing next time."

James rubbed his hands together, already tasting victory, while Lily cackled as the family plotted the downfall of the Granger-Weasleys.

Before long, with a plan formed, the cake was gone.

"Good cake," groaned Harry, patting his stomach.

"Just wish there was more," said Albus, shooting James a dirty look.

"Soon we'll be eating victory cake," announced Lily.

"Eating it? I want to shove it in the Granger-Weasley's faces" said James, grimly. "Especially Hugo."

"That boy does hold a grudge," agreed Harry.

"To Potters and Victory," cried Ginny, raising her cake fork.

"To taking down the G-W's," said James.

"Dibs on Hugo," warned Lily.

"To never seeing Uncle Ron and that stupid dance again," toasted Albus.

"To the Potters," cried Harry, " and always, cake."

Five forks met in the middle. "To cake!"