AN: Just a little one, more focused around Kay than Charlie. Brings a lot of information about her past I was planning on holding back a bit, but... It's just so cute.
"One glass of mead and dinner," Kevin said and placed the plate in front of Walden Macnair.
"Thanks, sweetums," he said and clasped a big hand to her butt.
"Hey, this is a pub, not a brothel," she said with a tired smile and went back to the bar. She yawned, thanks to the Three Broomsticks being open twenty-four hours in December she had been up since three in the morning, but she needed the money.
"Two beers and a bourbon over here," Rosmerta said and Kay found the drinks before her co-worker could make her way to the counter. "If you are that tired I'll handle it on my own," she said when seeing the red eyes of the girl.
"No, I'm fine," Kay insisted and faked another smile. More customers poured in and she groaned inwards.
"Imagine running into you here," Fabian Prewett greeted her and she almost jumped in surprise as he leaned towards her.
"Must be a shock for you," she answered dryly. He helped the two boys up on the tall stools before sitting down himself and opened his jacket, it was far from chilly in the pub.
"Kevin, look what I got!" Charlie more or less shouted and pulled a book out of the paper-bag he had been carrying.
"Fantastic beasts and where to find them," she read out loud. "Uncle Fabian bought it for you?"
"Yeah, gotta do something, it's not every day my nephew turns five," Fabian said nonchalant.
"No, not even with the number you're building up," she commented under her breath. "Who wants hot chocolate?"
Both Bill and Charlie yelled "Yeah!" and an elderly witch shot them an disapproving look from the other side of the big pub. Soon Kevin put two steaming cups in front of the boys and went to refill Macnair's glass quickly.
"Why do he get two marshmallows?" Bill asked her after taking a glance in his brother's cup.
"Because it's his birthday," she said and handed Rosmerta a tray with three plates, ordered by the loud gang in the corner.
"I didn't get any marshmallows on my birthday," the seven-year-old argued.
"Oh, I'm sorry, here," she said and dropped another white pillow in his cup, making a pleased smile spread over his freckled face.
"And what about me? What do I get?" Fabian said with a mock-pout and leaned towards her again.
"Depends on what you want," she said and put her hands to her aching back.
"A whisky would be nice."
"Tullamore as always?" She was already filling a glass and put it in front of him. Charlie had taken up the book again and was looking at the pictures together with Bill.
"So, how are you?" He rolled the content of the glass around, the gold ring on his pinky clinking occasionally.
"Still taken, still pregnant," she answered and rubbed her stomach. "How's your sister?"
"Still pregnant, still mad about the fireworks," he answered with a chuckle.
"If you'd set off a whole box of Filibuster's in my living-room, I would be too."
"But it looked so cool!" He took a big gulp as a black-haired teen ran into the pub, skidding to a halt next to him.
"Casey, you know what? Snivellus got his own cauldron stuck on his head!" Sirius said exited and looked ready to burst with joy.
"And you wouldn't happen to have anything to do with it?" She asked while grabbing Charlie's cup, the boy had almost knocked it over with his elbow.
"I may have hexed it to fly around the hallway around this time," he admitted with a laugh.
"Why, oh why are my friends idiots," she sighed.
"Hey! You wouldn't said that if you'd seen it. Snape was chasing it around the entrance-hall when the cauldron suddenly stopped in mid-air and he ran into it, jamming his head and shoulder so hard into it he stayed there. He's up in the hospital wing now and I think Pomfrey got a real nut to crack." Both he and Fabian laughed, but she just rolled her eyes.
"Hope he's okay," she said, stopping their amusement.
"You're all hopeless. James have gone all lovey-dovey since he sobered up and started dating Lily, Peter's desperately trying to get laid, Remus have hibernated with his books and you just don't get a good prank!" He blew his long bangs out of his face and stared at him. "You're the only okay, mate," he declared and put his arm around Fabian's shoulders.
"I do appreciate a good prank, I just don't want anyone to get hurt," Kay said and stole a sip of Bill's cup.
"Don't listen to her, it's the hormones, makes them crazy," Fabian told Sirius and nodded importantly.
"Well, I better get going, McG yelled something about wanting to see me," Sirius said and headed for the door.
"Send her my regards," Fabian called after him.
"From who?" Sirius asked with his hand on the door-handle.
"Fabian Prewett, I think she'll remember me," he called again with a huge grin.
"Right!" He went back out in the freezing wind and Kay yawned again.
"Tired?" Fabian asked and ran a hand through his bronze-coloured hair.
"So would you be if you had thirty classes a week, pushy friends, a needy boyfriend, a job to save up for a place to live after NEWTs in half a year and have to drag around on a ten pound clump because you used to have a sex-life and is now ending up as a teenage-mother to a possible were-cub!" Tears started running down her face and Fabian hurried around to hold her.
"Shh... It'll work out," he told her as she sobbed against his sweater.
"No, it won't! I'm falling asleep in classes and I'll fail, therefor not get a better job and be stuck here forever."
"It could be worse. You could be ugly," he said and against her wishes the corners of her mouth twisted upwards.
"Don't do that," she said, only pretend-annoyed and punched his chest lightly.
"Do what?" He asked innocently.
"Compliment me when I want to be weepy." She straightened up again and looked up at him with a wet smile.
"Sorry for making you feel better. Now I think you should get back up to the castle and sleep a bit." He ran his hand over Bill's hair and both his nephews looked at him, having return to the book when Kevin stopped crying. "And we'll go home and get something to eat. See you around." He began walking away while the boys were still trying to get down.
"Not so fast, charming. I'll demand some money for this," she said and went around to lift Charlie down, Bill had already jumped.
"Come on, it's the celebration of one of your favourite boys," Fabian tried.
"Sorry, but I'm not doing charity here," she told him, still kneeling in front of Charlie and helping him with his coat.
"Fine!" He slammed three Galleons on the counter, more than enough.
"Oh!" She put her palm to her stomach and smiled as she felt the kick again. She directed Charlie's small hand to the same place. "You feel that? That's my baby." Bill and Fabian followed quickly, feeling the the small thumping.
"That's pretty cool," Fabian said quietly at last.
"Yeah, pretty cool," she agreed and stood up slowly. "You better get going." She shot a look at the clock and yawned as she realised she had only slept five of the last forty-eight hours.
"You're giving up now, honey?" Rosmerta said as she passed them.
"Yeah, I think I am. Bye, see you soon," she said as the boys hugged around her ever-growing waist. Fabian chanced on a peck on the cheek.
"Are you here tomorrow? I'll try dragging my miserable brother out of the flat for some time and it would be nice to have another chat," Fabian said and headed towards the Floo fireplace.
"Think so," she answered before they disappeared in the green flames and she fetched her cloak.
"Sweetheart, are you going out now?" Rosmerta asked and looked out in the beginning blizzard.
"Don't have much choice. And my name is still Kevin," she said kindly, actually appreciating the nicknames.
"No, go up and take my bed, I don't want you catching pneumonia or something now." Rosmerta placed a kiss to her forehead and they both sighed.
"Thanks." Kevin leaned back and looked up at the woman who was the closest to a mother-figure she had, even though it was an age-difference of max five or six years. She dragged herself up the stairs to the small flat, falling over on the bed and was asleep before she got time to pull the cover over herself.
AN: I'm not giving her a past with the Marauders to make her seem more interesting, it was the other way around, she had a past with the Marauders and happen to know the Weasleys.