I came home from talking to Dumbledore, which lasted hours, and I made myself a cup of coffee, because my head was pounding from the caffeine withdrawal.

I then heard a smash in the living room, so
I ran into the living room panicked.

"Daddy, I'm sorry"
"Hey Sweetie, what happened?"
"I slipped and fell, and I broke Auntie Sharpay's vase, I didn't mean to, are you mad at me?"
"No Buddy I'm not mad, I know it was an accident, anyway I can fix it"

I lazily pointed my wand at the broken vase.

"Repairo, where's your Uncle Chad?"
"He's asleep on the couch, did your meeting thingy go ok?"
"(Laughs), yeah it went ok, are you hungry?"
"Yeah, can I have a sandwich please?"
"Sure Sweetie, what do you want in it?"
"Can I have some cheese?"
"Sure"

So I went to make the sandwich while Harry sat at the dining table.

"There we go, one cheese sandwich"
"Thank you Daddy"
"You're welcome Sweetie"

I then walked to the living room, and Chad woke up from his nap.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty"
"Ha, ha very funny Bolton, how did that meeting go with Gandalf?"
"He just kept on about the bullshit prophecy and the non existent blood wards"
"What about the Family affairs officers?"
"They didn't say anything, it was like Dumbledore was the British version of my Dad"
"Coach Bolton was a scary man when he wanted to be"

I rolled my eyes at this, since Chad was the one that got us into a lot of trouble with my Dad when we were growing up.

"Anyway, what did you say to Galdalf when he started on about the blood wards?"
"Well, I told that if he continued to bother me about those fucking blood wards then Harry would be going to Ilvermorny instead of Hogwarts"
"(Snorts), I bet he shut up after that"
"Of course he did"