"But I want to know what happened," Sirius complained.

"The outcome is not going to change just because we stop for food," Remus told him.

Sirius did not like that answer, evident by the way he crossed his arms and huffed.

"Can't you just finish the story," he pleaded.

My stomach rumbled before I could answer.

"Nope, food first," Remus said firmly, getting to his feet and offering me his hand.

I took it and pulled myself to my feet. If anyone else offered me their hand I would just think they were being demeaning or soemthing. Not Remus, he was actually just a gentleman. Which was quite nice to experience. I hadn't come across much of those, growing up. Then again, it didn't matter who you were, teenagers were all little shits.

"Fine. Food," Sirius said irritably, standing up and something cracked as he straightened his legs. It sounded very painful but Tonks wasn't about to bring it up. It would either result in a dark look due to Azkaban related memories or it would spark a two hour long bickering contest between him and Remus about who was more like an old man. Spoiler, neither of them thought that themselves was one.

"What meal would this even be?" Remus asked as we went into the kitchen.

"Who cares, time's lost all meaning now," I said, impatient to be fed.

A hungry me was not a good me. Trust me. I got grouchy. Real grouchy. That and I really didn't know what time it was. Sometimes it felt like I was getting through these stories of mine awfully fast and then others it felt like it was taking forever.

"Well, we always have something for sandwiches, so sandwiches it is," Remus said before he even looked for what we had available. "They're the quickest to make too. Unless either of you want something warm?"

"I don't want any," Sirius said. "So I don't mind what you have."

"Are you not hungry, Padfoot?"

Sirius folded his arms and pouted. "No." A growl came from his stomach. "Maybe."

Remus rolled his eyes and grabbed him by the arm to pull him into the kitchen.

"Hey!" Sirius protested.

"Eat!" Remus instructed, shoving him into a chair.

"What exactly am I supposed be eating?" he asked, spreading his arms out to indicate to the empty table.

"Whatever I put in front of you."

"That sounded threatening. Did that sound threatening to you Tonks?"

"It did," I agreed, nodding my head. Remus muttered something about idiots under his breath as he started rummaging around the kitchen.

"You know, you two could help me," he said irritably, removing his head from the depths of the cupboard.

"But you're doing such a good job," I had to tease.

"Actually, he's not," Sirius objected. "Because I am seeing no food appearing."

"And you're not going to because there doesn't seem to be any food."

Sirius rose from his chair in confusion. "What? I thought you bought a load of staples the other day. Bread and milk and eggs and stuff. We had milk this morning for our cereal!"

"Well, it's vanished."

"Or been eaten," I decided to interrupt with a logical explanation, who would have thought?

"There's only been us in the house today. There wasn't even an Order meeting last night," Sirius pointed out. "We have a case of the Vanishing Milk amd Bread."

"That sounds like a bad Agatha Christie novel," Remus told him. "But you do have a point."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" I said in exasperation, throwing my hands up in the air. "They've probably been put away in a different cupboard or something."

Did I mention that hunger made me grouchy? With that I started opening cupboards in an effort to find the food. Exchanging brief looks, Sirius and Remus did as well.

"Why are there so many cupboards?" I asked in irritation, opening what had to be my fifth one.

"Do you really expect anything less from my family?"

"Point."

It was annoying though. The food could have been put anywhere amd there were still loads of cupboards. Remus had taken upon to opne the many drawers as well. To some luck actually.

"Found the bread!" He said in a slightly confused voice, pulling it out of a middle drawer.

"Yay!" I couldn't help but cheer. It was a step closer to food.

"Seriosuly, why is the bread in the drawer?" Remus asked.

"Better question, why is the milk on top of the cupboard?" Sirius retorted, using his wand to retrieve it.

"None of us can reach up there," I said unnecessarily. There was only something like foot of space between the cupboards and ceiling, after all. Maybe less.

"No need to include all of us in that when it's just you," Remus teased.

I gave him a foul look. He was supposed to be on my side!

"Well, now we can have tea or coffee," Sirius said happily.

"You don't need milk for that."

"Not all of us take everything black, Moony."

I gave the milk a suspicious look. "I am not touching that if it's been out all day."

"Fresh milk can't go sour in a day."

I picked the carton up and shook it under his nose. "You have some then."

Remus pulled a face, indicating it smelled bad, and delicately pushed it away. "No thank you. I don't need any milk."

Soon we were sitting down to nice, thick sandwiches without any milk for our drinks. Water was much safer.

"I bet you the first thing Mrs Weasley's going to do is clean this kitchen," I told them after swallowing a particularly big mouthful. Sirius looked started at that, and more than a little insulted.

"What? Why? It's perfectly clean in here."

I looked around the kitchen and I had to agree. Unlike the rest of the house, there was no grime or dust or even any mould (not since Remus found that disinfectant spell, anyway). But I knew Molly Weasley. And I knew that there was no way that she was going to accept a kitchen in this state. As organised as Remus was, he could not counter the chaos that was me and Sirius and random members if the Order that stayed for a quick hot drink or snack. There were often mugs or glasses left on counters and crumbs on tables. Nothing too dramatic but definitely not up to Molly Weasley's standards.

"Oh, you'll see," I said with a smile.