Out of Excuses

Accidental Magic

Hermione arrived at the lobby, and was greeted with the Zabinis, The Finnigans, and the twins. Lavander and Pansy had the decency to try and look stern, but the others stared to roar with laughter. 

"You know, Hermione. I don't think Malfoy is going to want his hotel to be known for supernatural occurrences, even if it is close to the truth." Seamus said, choking out his words.

"For your information, Finnigan, I had the decency to cast a memory charm right before I left the room. Those stuck up snobs are probably still there, although without this." She held up the thick photo album with triumph. The twins started slow-clapping.

"Who knew Hermione would snap like that! To think that she was the perfect rule-abiding witch back at Hogwarts." Fred said with a laugh.

"Shut it Fred. I still haven't forgotten about that stunt at dinner."

"But 'Mione! Their faces were hilarious! It was a mix of disgust and jealousy! My favorite emotion, if I should say so myself. Especially in this scenario."

"You two were the reason why they wanted to humiliate me in the first pla-"

"Ding!"

"'Mione that's your ph-"

"I know George!" George put his hands up in defeat as Hermione put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Mummy!"

"Honey? What's wrong? Aren't you at Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's house with Aunt Ginny?"

"But James is being annoying! He keeps levitating my stuff out of my hands, so I turned his toy broom into a cleaning broom!"

"Honey, what have I-wait. Did you say that you did accidental magic?!"

Everyone's heads popped up at those last two words.

"Yeah! Why mummy, is something wrong?" the voice sounded worried, scared that she did something wrong.

Hermione snapped out of her shock, and went back on the phone.

"Sweetie, does Aunt Ginny know about this?" she asked tentatively

"Ummm I don't think so. Uncle Harry came back like ten minutes ago, so they're being all icky and mushy." Hermione sighed at this. 5 years of marriage and they still can't keep their hands off each other. Although, she shouldn't be talking.

"Honey, can you pass the phone to Harry please?"

"Okay! Uncle Harry! Mummy wants to talk to you!" Rustling was heard.

"Hey Hermione, what's up? Have your relatives given you any trouble?"

"Harry, that's not the point. Your son and my daughter have done accidental magic!"

"...Nice one Hermione. I think your head is going. Kids don't show signs of underage magic un-"

"Until they're 7 I know Harry! Do you think that me of all people would not know about this?!"

"I mean, there was that time you thought that James was moving the baby mobile on his own when he was like 4 months old, but you forgot that it ran on magic already."

"I was pregnant! And that's not the point! At least go check!"

"Okay alright! I swear, are you preg-"

"You finish that sentence, Harry James Potter, and I will murder you." 

"Alright!" Harry said in a panicked voice. "James! Can I come in-holy crap!"

"Harry James Potter! I hope you didn't say what I think you said!"

"Ginny! James is floating !"

"What?!"

There were sounds of footsteps running up the staircase, and the phone went dead.

"Harry? Harry? Oh my-"

"What? Is my goddaughter alright?!"

"You mean our goddaughter?"

"Shut it Blaise! I was the one who helped name her!"

"I was the one who chose the name rather than the one you chose! Really, who would name their daughter Pansy-oh wait..." Blaise smiled as his wife's eyes lit up with fury.

"You-!"

Hermione sighed. This was going to be a long night.