The Years Between || G.W

2010- Violet's POV

***A/N*** Hey guys! Im SOOO sorry i was gone for as long as I was. Something about this chapter gave me terrible writers block and I fully rewrote it about twelve times, each one getting worse and worse. But I finally figured out how I wanted it to go and here it is! I promise the next wait between chapters won't be a month long gap. I can swear on it! Till then, thank you all for being so patient, I can't wait to hear what you think! Toodles xx

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"And then Leah thought it was a wise plan to jump off the swing," Freddie tells me as he fills me in on what happened at the park.

"And you didn't stop her?" I ask him.

He shrugs his shoulders, "I wanted to see."

"You wanted to see your sister fall into the sand?"

"It was really funny Mumma, shoulda been there."

I look over at George who is in the living room, both our girls asleep beside him on the sofa.

"Maybe next time we don't let Ophelia hurt herself yeah?" I tell my son.

"Sure Mumma, whatever you says," he says with a wink, "What's dinner?"

I nod over towards the pot, "I made chicken soup."

"Chicken is gross,"

"You like chicken wings,"

"Cause chicken wings aren't chicken. They're wings."

"Bubba, think about that for a second."

Freddie scrunches his eyebrows together, "Thinking is hard and its not workin',"

"What's the first word in chicken wings."

"Chicken."

I nod my head, "So what do you think they're made of?"

"Wings."

I ruffle the hair on the top of his head, "Help Mumma put the spoons on the table eh?"

"Can I magic them?"

I think for a second. George and I have been very careful about teaching the kids not to rely on their magic for every little thing. Just because we have it does not mean we have to use it. At the same time though, he's five years old and needs to practice.

"Sure baby, just promise not to break the table again?"

"No promises Mumma, I just a little boy you know," he says with that goofy Weasley grin he's inherited from his father. He then throws his hands in front of him and screams, "ACCIO SPOONS!" before I get the chance to stop him.

Every. And I mean every single spoon in the kitchen flies towards my five year old and he screams bloody murder, waking up his sisters who begin screaming as well.

"What's going on in there?" George asks from the living room.

Freddie, who is now surrounded by spoons blinks twice before bursting into laugher, "Mumma! Look what you did!"

"What I did?" I laugh, "Bub you can't use Accio for something plural or else," I gesture to the ground, "They all come flying instead of just the one."

George comes into the kitchen, holding Cassie in his arms while Ophelia tries really hard to keep up with him on her own, "WOW!" Ophelia shouts before bursting into giggles.

"Just the one isn't fun Mumma, And den I gotta say it fives times so everyone gets a spoon. This way I say it one time and everyone gets a spoon!"