Lily Potter leaned back on a mound of pillows, opened her mouth and bellowed. She was yelling for her husband. She wanted an orange but she couldn't start the peel. She didn't want it sliced, she wanted it round so she could eat the wedges one slice at a time.
"James get in here right now!" She closed her eyes and moaned. Her back hurt. Her feet her. Her ankles were swollen. Her breasts hurt and were swollen. She was very very pregnant and very very uncomfortable. She wanted an orange and she wanted to be comforted but something about her husband was making her queasy. When he had come to bed a few hours earlier she had hit him with the fiercest bat boogey hex that she had thrown in the last half dozen years. She had promptly ordered him from her sight and had bemoaning to him ever since how poorly she felt. He wasn't very receptive considering he was sleeping in a bathtub.
"Ja-ames!" she whined, loudly, when he still didn't answer her.
"What Lily?"
"Don't talk to me like that!" tears hovered across her green eyes.
"I'm sorry, baby." He moved closer, and valiantly tried to ignore the time. When the baby came he'd be used to late night feedings. It was four minutes past three.
"Don't come closer. Something about you is getting me tonight." Obediently he shuffled back to the door.
"What's up?" He knew that the baby was ok. If the baby weren't ok Lily would be hysterical instead of whiney.
She threw the orange at him. He easily caught it and did a double take. He stared at the orange before exaggeratedly turning his head to look at the clock. "Are you freaking kidding me?"
"Please?"
"You woke me up at 3:04 in the morning to peel you an orange?"
"Not the whole thing! I just want you to get it started."
"Lily! You're a witch! You have a wand! You can remove the damn orange peel with magic!"
"It leaves a funny taste and I wanted you…." She burst into tears.
"Fine! Fine! Just stop that!" He took a large bite out of the orange and spit the peel into the pail by the door. He tossed the orange back to his pregnant wife who couldn't stand to be near him and marched back to his bathtub. And hour later he heard his name being bellowed. Lily was out of oranges.