Impatience
Author's Note: Originally published on June 28, 2009
She looked over at her husband, whose long red fringe was practically covering his eyes. She had felt his gaze moments before, as she finished getting their son ready for his first day at Hogwarts. After sending Hugo upstairs to get washed up, she banished the curly auburn strands scattered on the floor. She then gestured for her husband to take the seat their son had previously occupied.
He merely shook his head and ran a hand through his overgrown locks, before turning his attention to the Quidditch magazine in his lap.
"Come here, Ron, so I can do you!"
He looked up at her with a playful smirk. "The house will be empty tomorrow, love. No need to be so impatient."