The Day One of the Twins Got a Badge
Flea and Cory stared at the prefect badge that had fallen out of Flea’s school letter. They wore matching expressions of consternation. Theo sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.
“They couldn’t make us both prefects,” Cory said.
“They could if we’d been in different houses.”
“Like that would have ever happened.”
“They could if they didn’t adhere to dated gender norms.”
“Now you sound like dad.”
Theo watched his sons go back and forth like this for a while.
“I’m sending it back,” Flea ultimately declared. “I will not be a cog in their machine!”
“Now you really sound like dad.”
Harry was hovering by the door, wiping away a fake tear. “My children make me so proud.”
“Dad!” the boys said, spinning around.
“Don’t sneak up on us like that,” Flea chastised.
“It’s the kitchen, Flea. I’m allowed to sneak.”
Cory narrowed his eyes. “Like Kreacher can’t tell when you’ve raided the pantry.”
Al peeked out from behind Harry. “Fuck the system!”
“Alphard! Language!” Walburga shouted from her frame, having presumably come to congratulate one of the new fifth-years on their prefect status. Much like Orders of Merlin, prefects were far and few between in the Black family. Walburga had sung Dagmar’s praises for months.
“Fight the power!” Alphard continued. “No gods, no masters!”
“The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house!” Dagmar shouted from somewhere upstairs.
“You’re a bloody prefect yourself!” Cory shouted back.
“She’s playing 4D chess or some shit,” Cassie said, strolling out of the scullery with a pint of ice cream and a spoon.
“Miss Cassie will not be spoiling her dinner!”
The ice cream vanished, and Cassie stormed off in a huff.
“I love summer,” Harry said, still smiling. “Send the shitey thing back in pieces. Tell old McGonagall to shove it right up her—”
“LANGUAGE!”