Author's Note: In honour of Thanksgiving (for all of my Americans) whether a it's 2 days late or not.
A Big Task
"Why were we trusted with this," Dora asked as they stared down at a large, raw turkey that sat on the kitchen counter. Tomorrow was an annual dinner party with all of the Tonks cousins, which Andromeda normally makes turkey for. However, she had been feeling under the weather, so now a dead turkey carcass sat in their kitchen.
"I know what I'm doing," said Remus, half-heartedly.
"Do you," asked Dora as she eyed him suspiciously.
"For the most part," he replied. In all honesty, he had never cooked a full turkey before. It was never something he could afford, but Remus had watched over Molly's shoulder several times as she made turkeys for various events. "How bad can it be? I know we have to remove the gizzards."
"Gizzards," Tonks asked with a laugh.
"Its neck and organs," Remus explained.
Her face fell, "it doesn't come de-organed?"
"I'm afraid not," said Remus. He watched as a look of horror crossed across Tonks' face. He gestured towards the bird with a smirk, "go on."
"I'm not shoving my hand in there!"
"Fine," said Remus, his smirk growing even fuller, "you can rub the spices under the skin."
"Under the...what the hell," said Tonks, flabbergasted. "How much do you think we can pay Molly to cook it?"
"We're not paying anyone," said Remus, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulders. "It won't be that hard."
Tonks sighed and leaned into him, "you're right."
She reached to the counter and grabbed her wand before waving it over the turkey. Soon, kitchenware began flying all over the room, and the turkey began to be prepped right before their eyes.
Tonks turned to him, "Molly has been teaching me a thing or two. It will be ready in a few hours."
Remus knew that the turkey wasn't going to be as good as Andromeda's; it may not even be good at all. Worst comes to worst, he could have Harry bribe Kreacher to take a turkey from the castle's kitchens.
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