It was biologically proven that, when pregnant, women tended to crave the oddest things: from ice cream that tasted like owl dung and cucumbers, to chocolate ice cream with lettuce and all the way to fish, chips and tree bark, Ginny had wanted it all during each and every one of pregnancies. By the time the third one rolled around, Harry was as used to it as he was to not suffering a headache everytime dark wizards were near-by anymore: he found it odd, and was vaguely and subconciously aware that it wasn't the norm, but he dealed with it and found it didn't bother him as much as it should. And while pregnant women might not sleep much because of a huge stomach protuding from their body, men with pregnant wives didn't sleep much because they spent many hours a night running out to get the latest craving. What was not biologically proven, however, and what might be simply unique to his wife of all people, was that after giving birth, women craved candy.

Mental.

Yawning, the Auror walked down the small isle of many flavored bubble gum, shoulders slumped and face more tired than it had been during nine months of actual pregnancy. Nowadays, when he wasn't working, he was seeing to two toddlers and a new born baby girl who seemed to like crying more than breathing, or he was busy finding his wife's very specific sweet craving. Today, particularly, Ginny had requested a specific toffee that tasted like strawberries but would pop and sizzle in her mouth like she was swallowing a firecracker. Never in his life had Harry heard of such a sweet, but still he lazily walked down the isle in Honeydukes, happy to at least be away from the sound of the house. James had came with him, but he was quiet as he searched for his particular chocolates. Yawning, the Auror continued to look, but he was quickly realizing there was a rather strong chance that the firecracker toffee was a figment of his wife's imagination.

Though her 23rd birthday had been well over a month ago, Claire's diet still consisted of mainly candy. Sugar was a great friend of hers, someone who had always treated her well (which was completely untrue, because in her mouth there were likely a number of cavities). Since Honeydukes was not far at all from Zonko's, it was a place she frequented for snacks and occasionally entire meals.

Today was an 'entire meal of candy' type of day. She had been trying to finish her latest product, a hanger that made clothes dissolve, but she was having trouble getting the clothing to completely dissolve. Frustrated, she tromped into Honeydukes and gave a quick wave to the cashier. Since she spent a large amount of time in the store, most of the staff recognized her.

Without using a basket, Claire began throwing bags of candy into her arms without paying attention to anyone else in the store. When she turned around and saw Harry Freaking Potter, the few (dozens) of bags piled high in her arms fell straight to the ground in a cascading waterfall of colorful wrappers.