Prompt: Mischief
Words: 100
Ginny did a double take as she looked at her eldest son across the breakfast table. Unseen by her husband, who was reading the Daily Prophet, she studied him.
Ginny stared as she recognised the look in his eyes. Despite his dark messy hair and her eyes, he reminded her of Fred a lot and he definitely looked like old photographs of his namesakes from many years ago.
"Go tidy your room. That'll keep you out of mischief." James sulked off upstairs.
She turned to Harry, Banishing the used dishes to the sink.
"Are you coming?" she winked, walking away.