Harry Potter was waiting at the table with tight lips. He knew that child of his was supposed to be out of bed a good ten minutes ago but he had let them rest. Now, he was calling up.

“Hey! It’s time to get up!”

With that, he stomped up the stairs and opened the door.

“Your breakfast is getting cold, you need to get up. I told you this ten minutes ago and five minutes before that.”

Harry spoke sternly, heading inside jist to open the window. The cold London air wafted through the window and into the room then. If he couldn’t get his kid up then he’d let the coparent; Mother Nature do her thing.