The Great Candy Heist
James and Lily sat together on the couch, chatting happily about their days. Little Harry Potter, barely more than 8 and half months old, was sitting on the floor, playing happily with his blocks at their feet. His parents weren’t aware that every time he squealed happily and tugged on their pants to make them look at his blocks, he was trying to distract them. No, they had no idea. How could they? He was 8 and a half months old, and 8 and a half month olds don’t conspire with their twin sister to break into their parent’s candy stash.
Supposedly.
Of course, that’s exactly what had happened. Harry was distracting their parents so that Ev could scale the counters, and the shelving units above the counters, to get at the bowl of candy sitting on top of them. Their father had put it there, where their mother couldn’t reach, thinking that it was Lily’s sweet tooth making all their candy disappear.
He hadn’t realized yet.
The twins had no intention of informing them, though they thought uncle Moony might have started to suspect them after he found Harry on top of the fridge once while he was babysitting.
Either way.
So far, Evangeline had been able to get up on the counter, courtesy of a chair levitated across the kitchen, and half way up an open cupboard with a tower of boxes that was likely only staying up because she had her magic, so much stronger than a baby, even one with powerful parents, should ever have access to thanks to them and Harry having been intentionally forcing it to grow excessively, wrapped around it to prop it up. A significant amount of effort, several near misses with falling to the floor (not that they’d been worried, as the two had practiced previously, after having tested that it worked in a safer manner, floating down safely by jumping off the fridge, which was what they had actually been doing when uncle Moony caught them), and a liberal use of magic to boost herself up, and Ev had the candy bowl in her grasp. She summoned the little bag from the floor, dumped the contents of the entire candy bowl into said bag (go big or go home, right?), and then closed her eyes to concentrate before tumbling head first off the cabinet.
She opened her eyes when her back hit the mattress in her crib. Moving from place to place in an instant was a neat trick that Harry had discovered, but given how exhausting it was to pull off neither did it very often.
They climbed out of bed and tucked her bag under her crib, then set off for the kitchen again at her very fastest crawl to put the furniture back.
So long as she could put the kitchen to rights quickly, their parents wouldn’t realize anything was amiss for hours.