Thursdays were the best. In the mornings, I'd wake up in the dreary room I use as quarters in Number 12 and go down to the kitchen for tea and Remus. I never had a special affinity for the drink but a nice chat with the man, whatever the time, was always lovely. I've taken to staying over on Wednesdays because I work a double shift at the Auror office, then one in guard duty for the order right after, and always, after the extended stay at the ministry I feet so tired I doubt I could apparate as far as my flat. So I stay in Grimmauld. The mornings have become something of a reward.
After work, I return to Number 12 and find my dear cousin as soon as I am past that blasted troll leg and the curtains I always pray we'd find a way to banish one of these days. He keeps telling me I swore to a weekly tradition with him. I don't remember doing so, but he says I was pissed drunk at the time and I suppose that's why. It wasn't that grand a tradition: just one filled with firewhiskey and exploding snap, exactly like the Thursday night he informs me had happened, some few weeks ago. Sometimes we play chess, but Sirius always ends up winning and I keep telling him it's because I let him win. That's a lie, of course; he knows I hate losing so he reluctantly agrees.
On some nights, when Remus isn't skulking over a book, he'd find his way to the drawing room in front of the roaring fire with us and have a drink or two. Or three. Three is the nicest number for these things. Three of us, I mean. The two of them are never better than when they are laughing together, and I just sit there all red from my drink and my laughter over the both of them. Despite my not-so sober state on Thursday nights I can't help but notice just how alive Remus' eyes are, and how lovely. Somewhere in between their crazy stories and our dares, he has caught me staring once or twice and I laugh some more because Remus is my friend. But later on, when our little party of three somehow melts from vertical to horizontal, with all three of us somehow ending up on the floor or with our heads on someone else's stomach or leg or back, cards and chess boards strewn forgotten in various locations across the room, I can't help but realize that Remus in his entirety, not just his eyes, is undeniably lovely.
My shift at work starts late on Fridays and the moment I wake up I thank Merlin for that fact. Remus almost always wakes up first, and today is no exception. Sirius' head is somewhere to the right of my leg, judging by the light snores that emanated from that particular area, and I curse silently when I try to sit up because hangovers are shit. I tiptoe my way past Sirius, who somehow managed to lie spread-eagled on his stomach on the floor but with one of his feet propped up on the couch. I can't imagine how that's comfortable, but with Sirius I suppose anything goes. I make it to the kitchen without any major accidents and find Remus making tea like the thundering earthquake in my head isn't happening in his. Which of course it isn't. It's Remus and he never gets hung over. I open the pantry door and look for some of the hangover potion I stashed in there last week, and once my fingers close on the familiar bottle, I pull it out and immediately take a sip. The effect is instantaneous and my head clears. Remus chuckles at my expression as he hands me a cup of tea. I shoot him a glare I don't really mean and sit down while he fries some eggs and sausages.
It only takes a few minutes of comfortable silence with him cooking and me watching him, half-asleep and sipping my tea, before he sets the plate of hot breakfast in front of me and we dig in. Sirius wouldn't be up until later so we don't save him any of the food. Too soon, it's time for me to leave again.
"I'm off to work now, thanks for breakfast," I say, my mouth still full. Mother would've had a fit. I walk towards the doorway and stop to look at him before leaving. I try to smile, and I assume it must've looked hilarious because he laughs. "I'll be back for dinner. Don't pine for me too much," I joke. His smile disappears just as I round the corner, and a few months later he tells me it's because it was already too late for that.
Hi everybody! I'm planning for this story to span three to four chapters, and it'd be great if you can tell me what you guys think so far! More of Sirius, Remus, and Tonks coming up soon. :)