Well, this was not the return he’d expected after a much needed short break in Paris. Toys everywhere, dishes not done, children running circles around James and Melody he’d been expecting. He’d been hoping for bathed and fed and watching TV, but knowing his children.. probably the former... mouthing some very choice swear words as he looked about in shock at the absolute state of the hallway...he walked in, the smell almost overpowering. His darling gorgeous daughter absolutely covered in head to toe and running about.. he scrambled for his wand, waving it in a now familiar way after nearly ten years of being a father, and most of the mess disappeared off the walls, a repeat movement and his daughter was mostly clean... He blinked a little, still trying to make sense of what he’d seen. Where were the adults? Where were James and Melody? Someone? This hadn’t been done in a few seconds... He walked over to his husband and their daughter, gently kissing her on the top of her thankfully now-clean head, though the smell remained “Darling, where’s your brother? Who’s looking after you?” He glanced over her head at Scott, sending him a look of ‘I am going to KILL whoever let this happen’
















