A Little Night Music
A loud wail pierced through the heavy summer silence in the master bedroom. A moment later James Potter, voice rough with sleep, muttered "Whuzzat?" as he sat bolt upright in bed, looking around wildly.
Triumphantly, Lily Potter rolled over and informed her husband "Hah! You moved first, you have to go take care of him."
James groaned, but swung his feet off the edge of the bed, grabbed his wand from the bedside table, and padded down the hall to the nursery where his one week old son was sobbing loudly, face red with exertion. "What's all this fuss about, then?" he asked as he scooped the baby up, cradling him gently as he reached around to check his son's nappy. Sure enough, the foul stench emitted when James peeled the nappy back revealed the source of the distress.
"Eugh. No wonder you're in a foul mood. I would be too if I smelled like that," James observed quietly, making his way over to the changing table.