by Cynthia Taz
"For Merlin's sake, Alexander, close your mouth when you eat! You too, Neville; set a good example to your son."
Neville and Alexander Longbottom looked up from their plates, and found themselves under the cool gaze of one Pansy Parkinson-Longbottom. "Yes Pansy." "Yes mother." They answered. Both father and son then reached for their orange juice, and as one, spilled some onto their own robes when they tried to take a slip.
"Oh for Merlin's sakes!" Pansy stood from her chair and strolled towards her husband and son. She pulled out her wand, muttered a word, and cleaned up the stains on their robes. Going back to her seat, Pansy turned towards Alexander again. "Do owl me once you are being sorted into Slytherin."
Neville frowned and looked at his wife. "He may be sorted into Gryffindor. I'm a Gryffindor after all."
"Then you better pray he is not." Pansy narrowed her eyes at Neville. Neville swallowed, and turned his attention back towards his plate. Then, at one, both father and son dropped their bites of bacon from their forks onto their robes.
"Oh for Merlin's sakes!"
