A/N: Hey y'all! This is AmeliaJohnRemus… kinda loving it. Hopefully you will too.
Word Count: 334
WARNINGS: Extremely slight suggestive content
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Amelia walked briskly through the Ministry halls, staring straight ahead. Men and women gave her a wide berth, knowing that she was not one to be crossed when she was on a mission.
After turning the corner, Amelia threw open the door of John Dawlish's office. She stormed inside, all billowing robes and fierce expressions. The two men inside, who'd been previously lip-locked, looked up. One wore an expression of deep trepidation; the other appeared amused.
"I don't know what you're smiling about, Remus Lupin," she scolded sharply. "You two were supposed to be in my office half an hour ago. Anything could have happened to you—you're lucky I knew you well enough not to panic and spread word of your supposed abduction—"
"I knew that you wouldn't jump to any wild conclusions, despite the fact that there's a war going on," Remus said in that placating way of his. "And don't yell at poor John; he was reluctant to stay with me. He didn't want to upset you."
Amelia rapped her foot. She wasn't possessive by any means, but when she made an appointment with her lovers, she expected them to keep it. "John needs to learn to stop following your bad examples."
"John can think for himself," Remus countered.
"John is right here," John grumbled, his blue eyes flickering between Amelia and Remus.
Remus let out a laugh, the crow's feet around his eyes becoming more pronounced as he smiled. He'd aged prematurely, yes, but Amelia had never thought it took away from his handsomeness.
She put a hand on her hip feigning further annoyance—she never could stay mad at those two—and waited for one of the men to notice.
John cracked first. He cleared his throat. "We can go to your office now, Amelia, dear."
She lifted a brow in agreement. "Hop to it, boys. There are things to discuss."
As they filed past her out the door, Remus whispered to her, "Fun things, I hope."
Amelia just smirked at him.