A/N: Hey y'all! This was written for Hogwarts.

Word Count: 863

Muggle!AU. Unbeta'd… I'm sorry.

Enjoy!

Remus was running late. Again. Honestly, he just wanted one day where he could make it to appointments on time.

Alas, as a single father, that just didn't seem possible.

"Come on, Teddy," he begged, exhausted. "We'll go get a lolly or something afterwards, I promise. But we both need our hair cut."

The six-year-old pouted, his grey eyes wide and upset. "It's scary there."

"Whatever Uncle Prongs told you is a lie," Remus said firmly. "Nothing is going to hurt you there, okay? If you want, I can go first and you can see what it's like, okay?"

At this, Teddy reluctantly agreed. He seemed skeptical still, but Remus was counting his blessings. He quickly put the little boy in the car and drove to the hairdresser's, praying that Lily was right when she said this was a family-friendly establishment—or in other words, a child-patient establishment.

They were nearly there when Teddy spoke. "Daddy?"

Remus glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Yes, son?"

"I don't think I want to go."

Remus groaned. "Teddy, please. We both need haircuts, and I promise it will be super fast. They'll even wash your hair—it'll feel nice."

Teddy slumped in his seat. "What if I don't like it?"

Remus grit his teeth as he parked. "Then you'll have to suck it up and pretend. This is one of those things we have to do even if we don't like it."

"Like cleaning?"

Remus, despite his annoyance, huffed out a laugh. "Exactly like that."

He climbed out of the car and helped Teddy out, then practically dragged his grumbling son into the salon. He hurried to the receptionist's desk and tried to smile.

"Hi, I'm here for the two-thirty appointments? Lupin?"

The dark-haired woman smiled at him. "Hi, yes, Remus and Teddy Lupin?"

Remus smiled in relief. "Yes, that's us."

"Wonderful. Sirius is just finishing up his last appointment—he'll see to you both in a minute."

Remus thanked her—Alice, he learned—and sat down in the waiting room with Teddy. His son quickly immersed himself in some of the magazines on the rack, captivated by the pictures. He tugged on his father's sleeve.

"Daddy, can I have hair like that?"

Remus glanced down and felt his eyes widen when he saw the pictures on the page Teddy had opened up to. "Er, which one do you want?"

"The purple one."

"You can have purple hair when you're thirteen, and no sooner," Remus said sternly. There was no way he was dealing with hair dye before then.

"A boy who knows what he wants! That's my kind of kid."

Remus looked up, startled, and felt his breath catch in his throat. Of course the man cutting his hair was attractive. Of course.

The man stepped forward. "I'm Sirius Black, and I'll be helping you two out today. You are the Lupins, I presume?"

Remus mentally shook himself and cleared his throat. "Yes, we are. I'm Remus and this is my son, Teddy. It's nice to meet you."

Sirius shook the hand Remus offered him. "The pleasure is all mine." He winked, and Remus felt himself flush.

Wanting to keep his hands occupied, Remus gently took the magazine from Teddy's fingers and grabbed his son's hand, then turned back to Sirius. "Right, thanks. So, I was thinking Teddy could go first—"

"What?" Teddy hid behind his legs and looked up at his father in alarm. "You said you were going first!"

"Oh. Okay, then." Remus mentally shook himself for forgetting. Focus, Lupin.

Sirius crouched down so he was at Teddy's level, some black strands of hair escaping his messy bun. "Are you going to help me cut your dad's hair?"

Alarm bells went off in Remus' head. "Oh, um—"

"Daddy says I can't have scissors un… un…" Teddy struggled to find the right word.

"Unsupervised," Remus murmured, pleased his son had remembered.

"Ah," Sirius began, "but you won't be. You don't need to do the cutting, but you can help me out if you want."

Teddy looked at his father early, his brown hair flopping in front of his eyes. Remus relented. "Okay, then. Nothing crazy."

Teddy grinned and practically dragged his father over to one of the shampoo stations. Sirius caught his eye and grinned. "Cute kid," he said as Remus sat down in a chair.

Remus glanced at the bouncing boy and raised an eyebrow. "Most of the time."

Sirius turned on the water and leaned Remus' head gently back, then began rinsing. "Lily said he's an absolute angel."

"What?" Remus' eyes jerked open, and his whipped his head around to Sirius. "You know Lily?"

Sirius chuckled and resumed washing, forcing Remus to lay back down. "I cut her hair every month. I think she's—"

"Playing matchmaker," Remus growled. "When I get home—"

"You should thank her," Sirius finished for him. "Assuming you want to have dinner with me tomorrow evening?"

Remus paused, caught off guard. "Like a date?"

Sirius hummed in confirmation. "Yep. And Lily's already offered to watch Teddy."

Remus twisted his head to look at Sirius once more. "I'd like that," he said softly.

Sirius' answering grin told him he'd made the right choice.