Lilliana Snape (Book 6)

Part 1

“Fred, this is the last time that I am letting you dress them! Seriously!” I growled as I carried Erinny, Grey and Freddie back upstairs to redress them.

As he is at taking care of the triplets, Fred still enjoys a laugh. Erinny was dressed in a yellow puffy dress with a matching hat (neither of which I remember purchasing) making her look like a rather flamboyant lemon meringue and the boys were dressed as hotdogs, yes hotdogs. “Oh, come on, Lil!” Fred said as he followed me up “this is a joke shop!”

“Yes but they are not advertising your ridiculous stock of baby clothes” I told him in annoyance as a placed Grey, who was now wearing a green and white all in one suit, into the carrier on Fred’s back and then handed him Freddie, who was in a matching suit, to take down and put in George’s carrier.

I’d become a pro when it came to babies; I could change their clothes and their nappies in less than a minute. If I had one baby then I wouldn’t mind spending a bit longer on dressing them but I have three who like to throw up at the most inconvenient times and so speed changing saves a lot of time.

“Come on, Lil” he pleaded “relax please?”

“Fred, my dad is coming for a visit today; what do you think he’ll say if he sees his grandchildren dressed up like food?”

“Ah” Fred frowned “good point.”

I rolled my eyes as I slid Erinny (dressed in a yellow and white all in one) into my carrier. Fred nodded, signalling that she was in and that I could let go, before leading us back down to the heaving shop below. “Awh, where are the hotdogs?” George asked as Fred slid Freddie onto his back.

“Upstairs” I grunted.

“Can we at least give them these?” He held his hands out to reveal three dummies but on the back, which would normally be plain, was a mouth so when the babies suckled on it, it gave the impression that they were smiling with a mouth full of teeth. I relented...they were pretty funny.

Dad came over at lunch time so I had lunch with him and the triplets upstairs.

“How are you getting on here?” He asked me “I hope Fred has been doing as he’s been told.”

“What I’m telling him to do or what you’ve told him to do?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

“Either one will do.”

“He’s been fine; really good actually.” I assured him “how’re you and your house guest?”

Dad grimaced “fine but I want them gone as soon as possible.”

I sighed “if it’s order stuff then you’re just going to have to put up with it.”

“I already told you that it isn’t order stuff” he growled.

I stared at him; he seemed a lot more irritable than usual, stressed even. “Dad” I placed my hand on top of his “what’s going on?”