Deck of Cards Club: 10 of Hearts: Write about someone spending the day with a loved one/friend/family. (feeling) relax, (song) On Top of The World, Imagine Dragons, (object) ice cream, (event) carnival/festival.

Candy from the Trolley: Sugar Mice: Challenge: Write about children on the move and their exasperated parent/guardian.

March Event: Euphemia/James - 100

Gringotts: Pestered [Instead of Said]

Word Count: 523

"Mum, mum, mum," James pestered annoyingly, bouncing in his spot in front of her. "Mum, mum, mum, mum-"

"What?" she asked wearily, a finger rubbing her forehead as she tried to drive away her headache.

"Can I go on the big wheel now?" She raised an eyebrow at his manners and he huffed. "Please?"

"Oh-" He ran off in the direction of the ferris wheel, his happy laughter loud and his arms waving around him excitedly. "-Kay," she finished. "That boy will be the death of me," she muttered. She followed closely, helping him get his ticket for the ride before sitting on a bench nearby, watching as he got into the small capsule excitedly. He waved in her direction before the door was shut and it started to move.

She leant her head back, allowing her body to sag onto the wooden seat in a manner that was the complete opposite of her pureblood training. She couldn't hold back a grin at the reactions her family would have if they saw her like this. But, then again, with James around, this was the only chance for her to relax and she was going to soak up this opportunity.

"Mummy!" James cried, waving his hands. "I'm on top of the world!" She laughed delightfully, watching her son's amazed and excited face. The muggle world held many things and she loved the pure innocence that James had when encountering them. The ride finished and he rushed over to her, jumping every few steps. "That was almost as good as riding a broom!" he exclaimed.

"Was it?" she asked curiously, taking his hand and leading him away for a walk.

"Uh huh," he agreed, looking around at all the other rides and nibbling his lip as he tried to decide what he wanted to do next. "I love you, mummy."

"I love you too, James," she answered, pausing to pick him up and press kisses all over his face, which only served to make him giggle hard.

"Put me down," he complained, pressing a kiss to her cheek in the hopes that would be enough.

"Of course," she agreed, placing him down onto the floor. He took her hand and started dragging her to the nearest food stool. "What are we doing here then, James?"

"Ice cream," he told her. "Can we have ice cream, please?" She sighed, knowing that since she was treating him to this day out, she might as well treat him to some ice cream. It didn't take long for the queue to shorten and for them to be served, both with simple vanilla ice cream cones; he had enough energy as it was, he didn't need any assistance. With food going into his stomach, Euphemia was really hoping that James would calm down and she'd be able to rest.

She was wrong.

"Mum," James managed to bite out around a mouthful of ice cream. "Can we go on that?" he asked, pointing to the carousel. "I want to ride a unicorn."

Euphemia's head fell back and she couldn't hold back the small groan that accompanied the ache in her legs.