Prompt 16 - School may be hard and irritating, but you'll miss it when it ends.
Word count: 272
Harry poked his head into his eldest son's room when he heard the loud gust of air James exhaled. "What's up?"
James groaned and banged his head against his desk, "This stupid Potions homework that I have to do. Why do the professors insist on setting Summer homework that is impossible!"
"Well, they obviously think it isn't impossible or they wouldn't have set the homework. Now, I wasn't the best at Potions but I remember a few things, what's the homework?"
"Write a three-feet long essay on the properties and uses of a bezoar," mumbled James, his head still resting on the desk and his voice coming out muffled.
Harry laughed. "Well, that I can help you with. Did you know that your Uncle Ron was once poisoned by some mead and I had to shove a bezoar down his throat to save him? Bezoars are very useful things to keep on your person."
"Uncle Ron was poisoned?" James' head finally came off the desk and he stared wide-eyed at his father.
"Yep, now pick up that quill and start writing." James did so and together they wrote the essay about bezoars with the occasional exclamation from James about how surely the story his dad had just told wasn't true. Eventually they finished and the young Potter sprinkled sand over the parchment to help the ink dry.
"I hate school," he muttered.
"It's not all bad, is it?"
"Well, no, it's just annoying."
Harry grinned and ruffled James' hair, "School may be hard and irritating, but you'll miss it when it ends."
"Will I?" James was sceptical, and Harry just grinned.
"Yep."