It was moments like this that Remus felt like maybe they were almost normal. Maybe they could pretend. Even with the war going on, they could somehow, miraculously play house and be in love.

Tonks was in the kitchen, purple hair wild as she sang a song Remus wasn't familiar with. She turned around, dancing awkwardly and managing to spin with surprising grace in her turquoise heels. When she came to a stop, her eyes rested on him, and an amused grin played at her lips. "I thought you would be later," she chuckled, cheeks blushing a soft red. Her delicate hand dropped to her swollen, pregnant belly. "I was just…"

"Having a party," Remus said, returning her grin.

Lips pursing together, she folded her arms over her chest in a ridiculous pout. It took every ounce of energy for Remus to not laugh. "A party," she said, nodding. "You're not invited."

Now, he couldn't help but laugh. It was honestly so silly. The world was falling apart as the war raged on. People they knew and loved were dying or disappearing. There was no guarantee that they would make it out of this alive.

And yet, here they were. The kitchen was like their sanctuary, some safe haven where the darkness could not reach them. Here, Tonks could be as wild and crazy as she wanted to be. Here, Remus didn't have to worry that maybe, just maybe, he was going to lose everything. Somehow, everything was okay, and be could allow himself to relax.

"What?"

Remus shook his head, realizing he had zoned out. He cleared his throat, adjusting the collar of his shirt. "Nothing." He moved closer, gently resting his hand on her shoulder. "Just thinking about how much I love you."

She leaned in, lips maddeningly close to his. It would be the easiest thing in the world to just kiss her…

But she pulled away, beaming as she continued dancing, her singing reduced to humming. "Still not invited to my party," she told him, hips swaying as she focused on the pasta cooking on the stove.

Magic Kingdom, Main Street, Crystal Arts: purple

Book Club, Eva: turquoise, heels, singing

Showtime, You Love Who You Love: romance

Amber's Attic: dancing

Lo's Lowdown: red

Bex's Basement: "You're not invited."

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