Sorry my little pumpkins, I haven't updated and I feel horrible about it, and I finally decided I'd get this thing up. Had a good talk with myself and everything. I'm very persuasive I've discovered :)
Anyways, I haven't updated because it's physically hard to write as of now. I helped get a snowblower out of a truck bed, getting stuck with the front of it, and let me just say, those things are EXTREMELY heavy, and I am a LITTLE person, so of course, I ended up slice-a-dicein a finger. I didn't like, decapitate it or anything but still...ow. But I've forced it to cooperate for a limited period of time, so it'll be a good little finger. I promised it a manicure. I'm not above bribery. So enjoy and review!
Oh and Oli. B? THANK-YOU for the ego boost, I needed that. You're awesome!
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Aero leaned against the kitchen wall, listening to Bill go on about getting help from the Goblins. Apparrently they're fickle buggers, not wanting to get invovled. Which in a sense she understood, she wouldn't want to be involved either, but surely they realized their lives would flush even more down the metaphorical toilet if Moldywart took over, so why wouldn't they help the Order?
"Sooo, William. Are the goblins the only ones you're trying to persuade into something around there?" Aero asked innocently.
Bill gave her a look and glanced wearily at his mother who stood off to the side, talking to Ebony.
"She's a very nice woman." he replied.
"And a veela."
"And very nice."
"And a VEELA."
"What's your point?"
"Nothing. I was just pointing it out."
Bill sighed.
"Perhaps..." came a drawling voice. "We could get to the main topic of discussion sometime tonight?"
Aero and the others turned to look at Snape, who stood out like a fart in church, scowl on his face, dressed in complete black.
"Why, have a hot date with Grease Lightening tonight, Snapester?" Aero asked.
Snape frowned, even more so than usual, at her and Remus thunked her on the back of her head and gave her his infamous be a good girl look.
"What do you have to say, Snivellus?" Sirius snapped.
"Sirius, mind yourself." Remus chided quietly.
"I have essential information whenever I come to this...house, so if you want to at least feel like you're included, Black, I'd be awful nice to me." Snape said coldly.
Sirius scowled now, slumping in his chair, arms crossed.
"The Dark Lord, as far as I know, has not yet gained the control of the Dementors of Azkaban, nor did he order the attack on Potter." Sanpe said cooly, as if commenting on the weather.
It was silent for a minute.
"How is that possible? If he doesn't have control over them-" Shane started.
"Yet." Snape interrupted.
"Yet. Then who..."
"Ordered the attack on Harry?" Aero finished.
"That, I have no knowledge of and it does not interest me in the slightest." Snape said.
"Doesn't-! You horrible, stinking, wreched little-" Sirius cried furiously, getting up from his chair, hand twitching towards his wand, which Aero had gotten him with the discretion of Ollivander.
"SIRIUS!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.
"Do you hear him? Harry's protection is of no interest to this git." Sirius fumed.
"He didn't exactly say that, Padfoot, simply that the fiend behind the crime, if not the dark lord, holds no interest to him." Remus explained, though his tone was calm his eyes bore into Snape's.
"Oh, well that's alright then." Sirius muttered.
"Snape, if that's all there is, perhaps it's best you leave?" Aero suggested, keeping a weary eye on her cousin, waiting for the steam to come out of his ears like the ruddy Hogwarts Express.
"There is still the matter of the prophecy." Snape said.
"Is there a new development?" Bill asked.
Snape sneered.
"The dark lord is getting very...frustrated with the failed attempts. He's upping the forces."
"How, exactly?" Arthur wondered.
"It would seem that the Dark Lord is condoling the cunfunding of Ministry officials now. He's slowly but surely working his spies into the ministry. He has officials wandering around the area, on alert for any strays, such as...Order members." Snape leered, his gaze roving from Aero herself to others as Arthur and Sturgis Podmore.
"Do they know exactly who is in the Order?" Mrs. Weasley wondered, obviously fearing for everyone's exposed identities.
"Not yet. But rest assured, he will." Snape said.
"It's alright, we know the consequences. We're prepared for it." Desarie said, gripping Shane's hand over the table.
That wasn't exactly comforting...
Everyone paused when the sound of the front door opening came through the room.
"They can't hear us, right?" Sturgis asked.
"Are they really back already? Mad-eye made a quick trip..." Aero mused.
"It's not them."
They all glanced over to the doorway and saw Dumbledore there, looking very tired. He moved swiftly to the front of the table and sat down, lacing his hands together.
"Bill, you have the map with you?" he asked.
"Yessir."
"And Aero, you and Kingsley helped him with the layout? You didn't miss anything?"
"Not that we know of. We've checked, double checked and triple checked everything." She assurred him.
"Good, good. I am aware, thanks to Severus, that Voldemort is going to use extreme measures when it comes to the prophecy. I caution all of you now. We need to keep an eye on the prophecy, but you all must be careful. I wish no casualties. The Ministry is working against us, which will make it increasingly harder to to our jobs. We cannot be caught. You are risking Azkaban time by doing this, I just wish you to be cautious." he said gravely.
No one spoke. They all knew of course. They knew all of this. They knew the consequences of their actions, but in the end it would be worth it.
The sound of the front door opening came again and Mrs. Weasley rushed out to meet the group, giving Aero just a glimpse of them before the door closed.
"What about Harry?" she asked.
"What about him?" Dumbledore replied.
"Well, Harry's going to have questions. He's going to want answers. He deserves them too, after what he's been through. We've kept him in the dark all summer long, how much longer are we supposed to do that?" she wondered.
"It's for his own good."
"Harry's sure as hell not going to see it that way."
"Harry's in danger, now that Voldemort is back. Certain precautions must be taken to ensure his safety."
"But you're not going to tell us what those precautions are, are you?" She said, narrowing her eyes.
It was bad enough keeping Harry out in the dark about things, but she was supposed to just follow Dumbledore blindly? That didn't sit well with her.
"I cannot, Aero. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, whatever." she grumbled, turning away from him and glaring down at the table. She heard him sigh heavily and Remus put a calming hand on her shoulder.
"We will tell Harry no more than he needs to know."
Aero rolled her eyes and Remus brought her chair closer to his, keeping a firm hand on her shoulder, urging her to just go with it.
"What about his Ministry trial? Dumbledore, I want to go." Sirius said.
"It's too dangerous, Sirius."
"He needs someone there."
"You're a wanted criminal, Sirius. I understand your need to be there for him, and I'm sure Harry would appreciate it greatly, but the Ministry is already against him."
"Perhaps Black is just looking for a way out?" Snape drawled.
"Don't you dare say I'm using my godson like that." Sirius growled.
Snape lifted an eyebrow.
"It's obvious what your motives are Black."
"Snape, shut the hell up before I make you." Aero snapped, glaring angrily at the potions master.
"Enough. We have no time for old grudges. Sirius, Severus, behave yourselves. As I've said in previous meetings, we must be careful. Sirius, you going to the meeting, even as Snuffles, would be terribly dangerous and we cannot risk it. I'm sorry. Now, Bill, why don't we go over the Department of Mysteries layout." Dumbledore interrupted.
Aero sat back and played with her engagement ring as they talked. She caught the dull, muffled sounds of a comotion upstairs. No doubt Harry was taking everythingswimmingly. Soon the meeting was over and Dumbledore quickly left the house, along with Snape. Aero followed the group out, leaning against the railing on the stairs as everyone said their goodbyes. She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. She felt exhausted. Taking rounds constantly from Mad-eye and Dumbledore, going on Harry watch, Auror Missions, Auror work itself and then coming to Grimmauld Place to deal with the other stressed out people, Sirius especially. It was entirely too exhausting to deal with.
She looked up them when a shiver passed down her spine. A fleshy colored object was dangling from one of the higher floors. She anxiously cast a glance at Mrs. Weasley who was too busy talking with Desarie about Selena to notice. But Lupin did and he just sighed, shaking his head. Aero reached up and firmly grasped the object in her hand.
"Your ass is grass, Weasleys." she hissed to the eavesdroppers before depositing the extendable ear, courtesy of her fiance, in her jean pocket.
Honestly, eaves dropping on an Order meeting? It was so...the twins. She expected such tactics. She knew they were curious, they all were. But because they were still in school, they couldn't participate in them, and obeying Dumbledore's orders, Aero couldn't tell them. She knew it strained her and Fred, having secrets yet again, but...he knew her hands were tied in this case. But really...didn't they know it'd be a lot harder to eaves drop? Two of the legendary Marauders, their senior pranksters, were there.
Aero smiled and rolled her eyes. As the last members filed out the door the group came thundering down the stairs, though careful to keep their voices low. Aero looked pointedly at Fred and George who shrugged their shoulders innocently. She scoffed. She doubted those two had ever been innocent. They probably were making plans for baby domination in their playpens.
"You're not getting it back." she told them.
"Aw, but mum already confiscated the majority of them!" George said; distressed.
"What if I work really, really hard, for it. Then can I have my toy back?" Fred asked, a mischivous smile on his face.
Aero laughed, shaking her head. Fred wrapped an arm around her waist and nestled her into his side.
"Hey there, brother." Aero greeted the perpetually messy haired youngster.
"Have fun in your meeting?" He asked, his tone just a tad bit accussatory.
"Not particularly. I enjoyed it no more than potions class. Snape's a fun-sucker in and out of the classroom." she shrugged casually.
"What was it about?" Harry pressed.
"Patience, young grasshopper. All will be revealed in due time." she assured him.
"I'm lacking the virtue of patience right now."
"Yes, I can see that. Well then, pretend."
Harry scowled at her. And then there was the inivitable crushing sound that echoed through the hall. Aero groaned and looked to see, yet again, her cousin in a crumpled pile on the floor, her legs tangled in the umbrella stand. Aero made a mental note to do some serious rearanging later. That ruddy umbrella stand was not only unsightly but, when it came to Tonks, a safety hazard.
"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed exasperatedly.
"I'm sorry! I keep tripping over that-" Tonks wailed.
And then- ah, there it is. The beautiful singing of her great aunt Walburga. Woman had some serious lungs on her.
"Mudbloods! Bloodtraitors! Filth, scum, besmirching the names of my father!" she shrieked, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Shut up, you horrible hag, shut up!"
Aero spun around to see Sirius fly from the kitchen and storm over to his mother, Remus hot on his heels.
"YOU! You are no son of mine, you filthy swine, disease of my blood!" she screamed ever louder, her sickening eyes zeroed in on her scruffy cousin who seemed to be shaking with anger.
"I said shut up!" he cried.
With the combined effort of both Remus and Sirius they managed to close the curtain and shut up the old woman while Desarie and Tonks calmed the other portraits down. Ruddy domino effect...one screamed the whole house screamed.
"Well, I see you've met my mother." Sirius said bitterly.
"That's your mother?" Harry gaped.
"Charming woman isn't she?" Sirius muttered, steering them into the kitchen.
"What's your mother doing here?" Harry wondered.
"I grew up in this house." Sirius explained.
They entered the kitchen and saw Bill still overlooking some maps, quickly trying to put them away.
"Alright Harry? Mad-eye didn't make you fly via Greenland then?" Bill asked.
"Tried to make us fly through some clouds. Here, let me help." Tonks said before knocking a candle onto the map.
"Oh no, sorry!" she cried.
"Were you always so clutzy, Dora?" Aero asked, whipping out her wand and salvaging the map.
"Things like this should be put away at the end of meetings." Mrs. Weasley snapped.
"Right, sorry mum." Bill said, flicking his own wand and making the maps disappear.
Aero plopped down beside a sleeping Mundungus, by Sirius and Harry, and beside Fred.
"Harry, this is Mundungus Fletcher." Sirius introduced.
Aero kicked the man's shin and he awoke with a start, clearly disoriented as he raised his hand.
"I 'gree wif Sirius..." he grumbled.
"Meeting's over, Dung, keep up." Aero laughed.
"Is it?" he asked, blinking up at her.
"Dung, this is Harry." SIrius said.
"Blimey, so it is, so it is. Look, Harry m'boy, I'm sorry 'bout tonight. I had a business opportunity you see, a friend a mine was giving away some good cauldrons-" Dung said desperately, leaning forward.
"Stolen cauldrons, Mundungus! And what have I told you about smoking at the table?" Mrs. Weasley snapped.
"Righ' sorry, Molly."
"Aw Dung, am I gunna have to field your illegal actions again? You're giving me a lot of work here, mate." Aero groaned.
"Well, technically, I ain't doin' nothin wrong, cuz I'm legitimately buyin' im see? The friend I'm gettin im from on the other hand..."
"So you're a legal business man now?" Aero replied, smiling fondly at the man.
She really did like Dung. He was an amusing little man. Troublesome, maddening, but amusing.
"Fred, George NO! JUST CARRY THEM!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked suddenly.
The end of teh table looked up just in time to dive away from the table and Aero caught sight of knives teh twins had hovered on a plate shoot towards them. Aero hit the floor out of instinct and looked up to see a knife wobbling as it pointed out from teh table, right where Sirius's hand had been. Dung was swearing up a storm as he got to his feet and Harry and Sirius had busted out laughing.
"Sorry Sirius mate, didn't mean to." George said quickly, getting the knives.
Fred leaned down an helped Aero up, running his hands over her hair as he smoothed it out.
"Alright there, love?" He asked.
"Perfectly fine. But this is dinner, Freddie, not target practice."
Fred and George smiled sheepishly. Aero turned to examine the hot pot that had skidded down the table as well, and left a scorch mark down its trail.
"Sorry 'bout that." the twins chorused.
"Not a problem." Sirius shrugged.
"Adds character." Aero agreed.
"Boys, you're supposed to show a sense of responsibility now that you're of age." Arthur sighed.
"None of your brothers caused this much trouble! Bill didn't feel the need to apparrate every few feet! Charlie didn't charm everything he met! Percy-" Mrs. Weasley trailed off.
Aero winced at the mention of Percy's name. He was such a sore subject lately.
"Let's eat." Bill suggested quickly, taking in his mother's teary eyed expression and the cold anger on his father's.
"Looks delicious, Molly." Remus murmured.
Sirius and Harry got into their chairs and Fred plopped down beside Aero, silent, wary of his mother. Aero grabbed his hand over the table, trying to soothe him.
"I've been meaning to tell you. There's something shaking in that old desk. I think it's just a boggart, but I want to have Mad-eye take a look at it." Mrs. Weasley said after a few minutes of silence.
"Whatever you like." Sirius said indifferently.
"The curtains in there are filled with doxies. I figured we'll clean those tomorrow." she carried on.
"Looking forward to it." Sirius said, just a hint of detectable sarcasm.
Aero kicked him under the table and gave him a warning look. He was like a child sometimes.
Meanwhile Bill,Shane, Remus and Arthur were in deep discussion about Goblins.
"They can't actually side with Voldemort, can they? I mean, after what he's done to them?" Shane wondered.
"I think it's all about what they're offerred." Remus said.
"But remember that goblins family that was murdered? They've suffered losses too." Arthur argued.
"I don't know. They're not really siding with anyone at the moment. I think they want to stay out of a wizarding war." Bill sighed.
Beside her, Dung was being elctured about his business dealings by Mrs. Weasley while the twins were still laughing into their drinks about his story with the stolen toads.
Aero didn't talk much, feeling extremely exhausted. She occassionaly commented in other discussions, such as the Goblins and Dung's business life, but mainly listened as Fred played with her fingers on the table.
"Time for bed, I think." Mrs. Weasley sighed, stretching a bit.
"Not just yet. I'm surprised at you, Harry, I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here was start asking questions about Voldemort." Sirius said, looking at the boy.
Aero felt the easy feeling in the room evaporate and suddenly everything was tense.
"I did! I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order so-" Harry exclaimed.
"And they're quiet right, you're too young." Mrs. Weasley interrupted, her fists on the table, her back straight and her expression hard.
"Since when did someone have to be in the Order to ask questions? Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house all summer, he has a right to know what's been happen-" Sirius started.
"Hang on!" Ginny cried furiously.
"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" Fred shouted.
"WE'VE been trying to get things out of you for a month, but you won't tell us anything!" George added.
"You're too young, you're not in the Order! Harry's not even of age!" Fred continued.
Aero sighed and hung her head, massaging her temples. Fred and George, as well as Ginny, had been pestering her and Bill ever since they got here about the Order.
"It's not my fault that you haven't been told anything, that's your parent's decision, Harry on the other hand-" Sirius said calmly.
"It's not your place to decide what's good for Harry! You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, have you?" Mrs. Weasley raged.
"Which bit?" Sirius said through gritted teeth.
Aero sighed again. A war was about to errupt in this kitchen and she had not protection. They should really start posting warnings in the halls or something...
"About not telling Harry more than he needs to know." Mrs. Weasley seethed.
The others were watching back and forth between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley like a tennis match. Aero considered it more like a clash of the Titans.
"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly. But he's the one who saw Voldemort come back-" cue collective shudder "-and has more right than most to-"
"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix! He's only fifteen and -"
"And he's dealt with as much as most in the Order, if not more-"
"No one's denying what he's done, but he's still just a-"
"He's not a child!"
"He's not an adult either! He's not James, Sirius!"
"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks Molly."
"I'm not sure you do. The way you talk about him sometimes sounds like you think you've got your best friend back!"
"What's wrong with that?" Harry asked.
"What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you look like him. You are still in school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!"
"Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?" Sirius demanded.
"Oh dear Merlin..." Aero muttered.
"Meaning you've been known to act rashly, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and-"
"We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!"
"Arthur! Arthur back me up!" Mrs. Weasley cried, turning to her husband.
"Dumbledore knows the position has changed. He knows Harry will have to be filled in to a certain extent, now that he's staying at headquarters..." Arthur sighed.
"There's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes!"
"Just because he asks doesn't mean we're going to answer." Aero reminded her.
" Personally, I think it's better he gets the facts, not the whole thing, just the general picture, from us, rather than the garbled version from...others." Remus said.
Aero reached a hand down and patted her pocket with the extendable ear in it.
Mrs. Weasley was enraged.
"Well...well I can see I'm going to be overruled. Let me just say this, Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has Harry's best interests at heart-"
"He's not your son." Sirius said quietly.
"He's as good as. Who else has he got?"
"He's got me!" SIrius shouted.
"Yes, but it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you were locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?" Mrs. Weasley said, her lip curling.
That was it. They were behaving like children, and that was a low blow. Aero, who normally liked Mrs. Weasley as if a mother to her, suddenly felt very protective of Sirius and incredibly intolerant of her attitued.
"Enough. Molly, that is quite enough. You are a guest within this house, so you will behave as one. I will no longer tolerate such childish behavior from either one of you, and Molly, you know better. To bring up such a thing as Azkaban to Sirius..." Aero shook her head, her eyes cold. "If you want to win with cheap shots and low blows, then so be it. I get you care about my brother, I'm not denying that, but honestly." Her own lip curling into a cruel smirk. "You've already caused problems with one son, do you really want to take on another?" she said lowly, watching the shock fall across the woman's face.
"Aero, stop it. Sirius, sit down. Molly, you are not the only one who cares about Harry. He's old enough to make the decision for himself." Remus said, casting Aero a wary glance and then one at Sirius, who sank back into his seat, hiw face white.
Mrs. Weasley's lower lip trembled.
"I want to know what's been going on." Harry said quietly, avoiding looking at Mrs. Weasley.
"Very well...Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Hermione...I want you all out of this kitchen. Now."
"We're of age!" the twins cried.
"If Harry can, why can't I?" Ron shouted.
"But Mum I want to!" Ginny exclaimes angrily.
"No! I absolutely forbid!"
"Molly, you can't really stop the twins, they're of age..." Arthur reminded her gently.
"They're still in school!"
"But they're legal adults now."
"I-oh alright then, they can stay, but Ron-"
"Harry with tell me and Hermione anything you say anyways! ...Won't you?" ROn said, then suddenly looking uncertainly at Harry.
Harry paused and then nodded.
"Course I will..." he said.
"FINE! Fine, Ginny BED!"
Aero listened to Ginny stomp and holler at her mother all the way up the stairs. She refused to look at Fred. She didn't know why she got so mad, but she was just always on edge lately, lack of sleep, so stressed out, and then Mrs. Weasley had unfairly attacked Sirius, and the comment about Harry not having anyone else personally insulted her, and then before she knew it she was snarling at her future-mother-in-law. But Sirius had been through alot, and then she just attacked him. Mrs. Weasley was just being a bitch.
After the meeting, which Mrs. Weasley had then interrupted yet again, everyone dispersed for bed. At least the kids did. Aero followed the others into the living room and immediatley took out her flask, sitting on the couch, resting her feet on the table and taking deep swigs of firewhiskey.
"What was that in there?" Tonks asked, pointing her thumb towards the kitchen.
Aero shrugged, staring hard at the gems on her black leather boots.
"Man, my mother just lost it in there. Sorry Sirius mate." Bill said.
"No blood no foul." Sirius muttered, yanking the flask from Aero's grip and taking a chug himself.
"That's mine, you bloody wanker. You're goin' to drink it all." Aero whined.
"You're a whiskey hog. Have been ever since you were little."
"Oh, don't remind me." Remus muttered, shaking his head.
"You gave her whiskey?" Bill snorted.
Sirius grinned and pulled an arm around his disgruntled cousin's shoulder.
"Yeah, when she was like what? Two? Got into my flask, wasn't much in it mind you, but still, kid couldn't stand right after that. Kept falling over everywhere. Lily thought I got her drunk on purpose."
"She was furious. Didn't she beat you with a broom?" Remus added.
"Yeah, yeah she did. All redheads have nasty tempers. I didn't mean to get ya drunk, Aer, just happened. But after that you wouldn't give the flask back and kept asking James for more." Sirius laughed. "See? You've always been a whiskey hog."
Aero rolled her eyes.
"First alcoholic toddler. Thanks much, Sirius." she said before getting the flask back and shielding it from his hands.
They were all silent for a moment.
"You gunna go talk to Casanova?" Sirius asked.
"Why?" Aero wondered.
"Think he'd be a little ticked off you attacked his mother?"
Aero shrugged.
"I was only defending you." she replied.
"Which I'm thankful for, by the way."
"Should be. I have nothing to be sorry for." She said stubbornly.
"You were a tad harsh." Desarie said.
"She started it."
"I'm not saying she was right, but I'm not saying you were either. She was being protective of Harry and you were being protective of Sirius. Things just went a bit too far." Desarie explained.
"I'm not apologizing. I'm not ashamed of what I did." Aero shrugged, taking another swig.
Desarie sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"Aero...she's going to be your mother-in-law. You two should probably stay on good terms."
"We would be if she wouldn't act all high and mighty with Sirius. He's been through enough shit, he doesn't need it from her too."
Sirius grinned beside her.
"Sirius, stop encouraging her." Desarie chided.
"I'm not, I'm not." he laughed.
"Yeah, of course not. Look Aero...just try to reign in your temper. I know, I know. You're all stressed out. You're a big ball of stress. But don''t take it out on other people, hun."
Aero looked at the blonde and rolled her eyes. She was not apologizing for defending her family.
"All right, all right. We're not getting anywhere tonight. Why don't we all just go to bed." Remus said then.
Desarie and Shane departed with goodbyes and the others filed up the stairs. Aero reached her room and fell onto her bed. She hoped tomorrow would be better...
Aero sat at the kitchen table that morning, carefully avoiding Mrs. Weasley. She wasn't going to apologize, she knew she had too much pride for that, and she didn't necessarily believe that she was in the wrong in the first place. She picked at her scrambled eggs, her glass of milk untouched. Instead she sat there, moving her fork around and poking her eggs and twirling her hair tiredly.
"Aero, eat." Remus, yet again, urged her.
"I'm not that hungry."
"You need to eat. You're exhausted, you need fuel."
"No, I need sleep and a no-wars-allowed treehouse."
Sirius picked his head up from his own meal.
"You want a tree house?" he asked.
Aero gave him a look.
"I don't think it'll fit in this house...I suppose we could try..." he muttered, looking around teh room.
Aero shook her head exasperatedly.
"Eat." Remus said.
"You eat."
"I'm telling you to eat."
"Well I'm telling you I don't want to."
"I'm not asking. Eat your damn eggs."
"Yes, mother dear."
"Aero..."
"I'm eating."
"You're nibbling."
"Well if you want to get specific about it."
"Aero! You're like a fussy toddler."
"Hey, uncle Remus. You like sea food?"
"Moony don't-"
"I suppose I do...oh EW."
"I tried to tell you mate...now your eyes are scarred. You should listen to me more often-Hey there, Romeo. You look cranky. You should go have a healthy spat with Juliet here."
Aero looked up after closing her mouth to see Fred and George in the doorway. Indeed, Fred looked cranky.
"Well, looking at that sour puss, I'd rather not." Aero said, staring anxiously over at the grumpy ginger.
Fred then turned and walked out and with an aggravated groan Aero got up and followed suit. She followed him to the second floor landing before she yanked on his sleeve.
He turned around to scowl at her. She sighed, irritated, and put her hands on her hips, looking expectantly at him.
"Alright, what crawled up your ass and died?" she asked.
"I'm just cranky."
She rolled her eyes.
"I have 20-20 vision, I can see that, thanks."
"Well, someone is snippy today."
"If you're going to bring my attitude into this, then you can blame your mother for that."
"Don't bring my mother into this, she makes everything all complicated and complicated gives me headaches."
"We're getting off topic. I repeat, what crawled up your ass, Gingerbread?"
Fred stared hard at her and she raised an eyebrow in response, pursing her lips.
"I'm frustrated, you little thundercloud." he said finally.
"Frustrated? With what?" she asked. "What could you possibly be frustrated about?"
Aero could've sworn his cheeks got some faint coloring to them, but he looked her straight in the eye.
"Sexually frustrated." he muttered.
Aero opened her mouth and then closed it. It hadn't been that long since they...had it? Aero tried to count back in her head.
"I know you're busy and all...but seriously. I have needs, woman."
"I know, I'm sorry...it's just...I've been really stressed out lately so it just...slipped my mind I guess."
"There's an ego boost." he said.
"You know what I mean."
"Aero? Could you help Molly find the cleaning products?" She heard Remus shout up the stairs.
Aero looked at Fred before turning and began to walk to the stairs. And then Fred had her pinned against the wall, his mouth hard on hers, his hands wandering up her shirt. Aero sighed and let his tongue in, pushing her hands into his hair. It had been too long.
She turned her head away for breath and he moved down her neck, clearly a little desperate.
"Fred...we can't..."
"Remus will find them himself." he said.
"No I mean we can't..."
She slipped under his arms and started going down the stairs, Fred grabbing her arm.
"Why not?" he groaned.
"Because. It's not a good idea right now."
"Aero!"
"No Fred. I'm not in the mood."
"But-"
"I said no. Feel free to use the bathrooms though."
Aero reached the bottom of the stairs.
"BUT I HAVE NEEDS-" Aero turned back to glare at him and he stopped dead. "-but they're not that important."
She gave him a piercing look before leaving her sexually frustrated fiance on the stairs and walking into the Drawing Room to help Remus and Mrs. Weasley.
"What was that about?" Tonks asked curiously.
Aero gave a short laugh.
"Nothing. He was just telling me about his needs."
"And you're not going to help him?" Tonks smirked.
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"I don't think he'd enjoy it."
"Why?"
Aero glanced at the two oblivious adults who were talking about the doxies.
"I'm in the process of riding my crimson wave right now."
Tonks laughed. "Oooh."
Aero shook her head.
"Remus, the cleaning products are in the hall closet." she said loudly.
"Oh, thank-you."
Mrs. Weasley hurried out of the room to go get the supplies so they could officially initiate war on the house. Remus bent low to pick up an old book under one of the tables.
"Mmmhmmm." Tonks murmured appreciatively.
Aero looked at her cousin, scandalized. And a little disturbed.
"Oh please. Just please, Tonks." she said.
Tonks looked down and looked confused. "What?"
"Stop checking out my uncle. You're my cousin, he's my uncle. It's wrong."
"No it isn't."
"Yes, yes it is. That's like all kinds of wrong. It's like...incest or something." Aero grumbled.
Tonks smirked.
"No. He's not my blood."
"Still...ew. My cousin should not be checking out my uncle. You're giving me hebejebes."
"Hebe-whats? And I get how you can't check him out, cuz that's all kinds of wrong right there, but I can. And damn, let me tell you, he's fine." Tonks said, chancing a glance at the werewolf again.
Aero shuddered.
"Ew. Just ew."
"What's ew?" Desarie asked, coming into the room and looking between Tonks' amused expression and Aero's horrified one.
"Nymphadora here is checking my uncle out."
"Don't call me that!"
"Tonks...he's like...a decade older than you." Desarie pointed out.
"So? It's not like we'd be getting married or anything. But you know...people tend to let loose during war times..." She said with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle that had Aero cringing.
"UGH, no. Stop. Please stop." she whined.
"Tonks, you're killing the kid. Stop. She doesn't want to know anything about her uncle's future sex life." Desarie laughed.
"Don't say uncle and sex in the same sentence." Aero groaned.
"He may be your uncle, but he's also a man, who I believe needs to drop the books and get laid already." Desarie said.
"Whose side are you on!" Aero cried.
Desarie smirked and Tonks watched Remus from across the room.
"Stop looking at him like that!" Aero snapped.
"He's a fine piece of man. And intelligent. And sensetive. Do you know how hot that is?" Tonks said.
"I'm gunna go die in a corner now." Aero muttered.
"I can definatley see the appeal of an older man. Plus he's not an insensetive arse." Desarie nodded, slinging an arm around Aero's shoulders as she too examined an oblivious Remus.
"You're like molesting him with your eyes. Stop being creepers."
"We're not being creepers. We're just appreciating the view."
"Or well, you're appreciating. I'm married now, I can't do that anymore. But if I could..."
"Anyone have a bucket I can upchuck in?"
"What's got you ladies looking suspicious?" Remus asked, finally coming over to the group by the door.
"Nothing!" Aero said quickly.
"Oh, nothing, nothing, Remus. We were just saying what a lovely view this room has." Tonks said innocently.
Remus turned halfway to look out the window and nodded.
"It's a very nice view, isn't it." he said.
"Oh, very." Tonks agreed with a smirk.
"Alright, I've got the supplies. Desarie dear, could you go get the kids? And tell Sirius that Buckbeak's food is waiting in the living room." Mrs. Weasley said coming back into the room.
Aero had never been so happy to see anyone in her life. These girls were going to send her into the arms of a therapist...