Early Morning Clumsies
Note: This is a random morning moment, sometime after Godric's Hollow is attacked, and the Potters move to Grimmauld Place.
Lily watched, smirking, as her husband and son sloughed into the kitchen at twelve Grimmauld Place, bleary eyes and droopy arms making them resemble a pair of gorilla.
Adding a bit of cheese to the omelet in the skillet, she set her boys' plates in front of them, overflowing with golden hash browns and scrambled eggs.
Harry pulled up the leg of his red pyjama trousers, scratching a morning itch on his shin before digging into his breakfast.
James shambled over to the pot of coffee she'd prepared, perking up immediately after a sip of the bitter liquid.
He didn't get more than a sip, however, because Harry had fallen asleep—and off his chair. The resulting "thud" startled James so much he dropped the mug.
Lily turned back to her omelet with a grin. Happens every time.
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