Little Wizards Talk

"Albus, would you be a dear and go with you sister in the other room while me and your dad talk with your brother?" Ginny asked her son. "Rose and Hugo will be here in an hour," she called after the young boy.

As she turned back to her husband and eldest son she noticed the hilarious similarities in their nervous fidgeting. She could understand her son being nervous, but Harry was a totally different case. Anyhow she pinned the poor boy under a stern gaze and started off. "Do you know why your dad and me asked to have a talk with you?" she asked.

James looked at her with seemingly big innocent eyes, "Not really, no," he said. Ginny looked at Harry expectantly to go on. With a sight Harry started: "Son we know you have been going around the Gryffindor tower going around the girls. So we decided it was time for your little wizards talk," he said looking at Ginny as if it all was her fault.

In some way it was Ginny's fault as the Weasley children were known to mature early, to put it lightly. Even now, all those years later stories circulate on the oldest Bill being found in a broom closet in his third year to Ginny having boyfriend after boyfriend. And what happened with the siblings in between isn't hard to guess either.

So he could've expected this to happen, Harry just didn't want to see reality. The Dursley hadn't been the best educators on it and he had for a long time struggled with dealing these situations himself. Now he was supposed to give The Talk to his own son and he had no idea how to start. He was also too embarrassed to ask Arthur or even Ron on it.

Blushingly James looked down, knowing what was to come. "What your father is trying to say is that is isn't a good idea to roam around girls like they are toys,'' Ginny stepped in again. ''They have feelings too. And if you like someone you should try to get to know them first before moving to the next stage," she lectured.

"But mom! I already know that!" James almost yelled. His face glowed even more red. His mother pinned him with another hard stare "If you really like someone you take it step by step, get to know her, take her on a Hogsmeade date perhaps." Ginny went on. "And if you walk her back to her common room you can ask her for a kiss if everything went well. And don't try to dive into a broom closet like your uncle did!"

James looked at his father for help. "Your mum is right, and when you do eventually end up in a broom closet make sure you ask what she want and don't make her uncomfortable," Harry said blushing himself. His own tries on this didn't quite work out as he didn't know what he was doing.

"And don't forget protection!" Ginny pressured, giving her husband a glare for forgetting the most important thing of the entire talk. "It won't do if you got a girl pregnant now, would it?" Ginny was about to say something more on it but the bell rang that announced the floo activating. "This talk isn't over and we will certainly get back on this after your nephew and niece are back home," she said as she got up to greet the newly arrived guests.

"Don't worry son, if you use your brains in what you are doing it will be fine," Harry assured his son as he got up to say hello to Rose and Hugo. "I will try to prevent your mum of trying to give the talk again," he finished and exited the room, leaving an uncomfortable and blushing James behind.

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This fiction was written for the World Gobstones Championship Challenge from The Golden Snitch forum.

For this fiction I used the Gobstone Wood: Write about a character coming of age.

(I know it isn't James coming of age, but more a part on coming of age.)

Word count: 641

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An extra thanks to my beta Grulnork