ouija board - jegulus - jegulus raising harry - marauders spooktober - @deadkaywizard - word count: 386
When James walked through the front door of his home, he didn’t have any particular expectations. He thought, maybe, he’d see his ten-year-old son, Harry, and his best friend, Ron, curled up in the sitting room, watching a Muggle movie. He figured, perhaps, he’d see his husband, Regulus, cooking dinner or reading a book. If he was really imaginative, he figured all three of them could be outside practicing Quidditch, even though that was unlikely because it was dark and lately, the boys seemed more interested in causing trouble than being outside.
He did not, however, expect to see Regulus, wand out, peering down the basement stairs and cackling madly, as screams sounded from below.
“Love,” James said slowly, setting his bag on the counter and walking toward Regulus. “What are you doing?”
Regulus turned abruptly, eyes wide. “Er…nothing!”
“Is nothing going to get us an owl from Molly again?” he asked, though he personally felt that Molly was a bit of a Debbie Downer sometimes.
Regulus rolled his eyes. “It shouldn’t,” he drawled. “They’re the ones who insisted on playing with Pandora’s Ouija Board.”
James blinked. “Harry and Ron wanted to play with that old thing? It’s not even real magic.”
The shorter man shrugged. “Yeah, Dora was here earlier and explained to them what it was. Both of them started going on about how it was fake Muggle garbage, but Harry decided they should go into the basement and try it. You know, ‘tis the season, or what have you.”
A grin stretched across James’s face. “And like a good parent, you left them to it?”
Regulus shrugged. “You’re obviously a bad influence, because I decided to take the opportunity I was given,” he replied with a small smirk.
He laughed, eyes widening in mock defense. “You’re blaming me?”
“Of course I am,” Regulus replied, crossing his arms and grinning. “As if you aren’t going to go do the same thing!”
“Nah, of course I am. But the fact that you blame me!” James gasped and pressed a hand to his chest like he was offended, but then walked over to the stairs and waved his wand, making the lights flicker like Regulus had been doing before.
The boys below started screaming again.
“I love being a parent,” James whispered gleefully, beaming at Regulus.
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