Remus was getting antsy, he hated to admit it but he was. Days were dragging on and nothing was changing. Well, it was in the way that things were getting worse. He supposed the better way to put it was that things weren't changing in their favour but really, nothing had in the past six months. And nothing was probably going to change in the next few months. Except more deaths probably. Definitely.

Now that had to be the most depressing thought he'd had in a while. He hadn't thought like that since... well, since the closing months of the last war. And those had been some dark times. For the UK as a whole and for him. So much mistrust and secrecy and danger...

Right. No. No spiralling thoughts like that. No. There was no point in thinking of the things he couldn't change and he'd be better off focusing on the ones he could.

The thing was that there weren't a lot of things he could change. Or even help change. The only things he could currently influence was his wife's happiness and general health, his own happiness and health and, well, did Potterwatch count? That's what Fred and George had taken to calling their radio show now. Keeping people up to date with news across the country and any update on Harry and Ron and Hermione they could get their hands on. He was still helping them.

Well, staring unseeingly in the kitchen wasn't going to do anything. Maybe he should read or something. He couldn't chat with Dora; she was currently taking a nap - the baby had kept her up all night due to its kicking and squirming inside of her. That was pretty normal these days - apparently their son was a bit of a night owl. Hopefully that wouldn't continue when he was actually born.

First, before he did anything, a cup of tea. He decided to make a cup of it - he never just had one cup of it and Andromeda might appreciate a fresh cup as well. She was sitting in the living room, he knew. Probably reading.

"One, two, three and one for the pit," Remus said put of habit as he put the teabags into the teapot.

There that would be good for at least three cups. Now, where was the sugar? Dora liked to tease that he liked his tea fifty percent sugar to fifty percent tea. It was not his fault that he had a sweet tooth. And not everyone liked their caffeine straight up. Though, that was more coffee for Dora. She actually liked milk in her tea. She claimed that she picked up the whole black coffee habit when she was in Auror Training and needed to stay awake, not caring if it actually tasted good or not. He was pretty sure she was just used to the taste by now. He screwed up his face at the thought. He really didn't like coffee that much.

But he perked up as the kettle finished boiling the water, he didn't have to even think of coffee because he was going to have a perfectly good cup of tea. And even enjoy a good book with it. Maybe even two. That would be good.

"Hey, Andromeda," he greeted as he nudged the living room door open with his foot. "I've got a pot of tea here if you want any more?"

"Huh?" She looked up and gave him a distracted look. "Oh! Tea! You really are a dear, Remus."

"I aim to please," he said with a smile.

Andromeda picked up her cup and frowned at the liquid inside it.

"I don't even remember pouring this out," she said and then took a sip, promptly looking like she regretted it. "Eurgh. Cold."

"Good thing I brought in another cup," he said, setting it down next to her. "The tea should be ready in a minute."

She nodded approvingly and returned to what he assumed she had been doing before he came in.

It turned out that Andromeda was fiddling with the radio. The muggle one, not their wizarding one. Remus hadn't even known that there had been one in the house.

"It's Ted's," Andromeda explained, a sad look in her eyes that even she wasn't able to mask.

"Oh?"

What was he even supposed to say to that? That's nice? What did he listen to? Seriously, what was he supposed to say?

"I don't even know how to ice it," she continued, seemingly not paying him any attention.

He didn't say anything, still not knowing what to say, and neither did she, distracted with twisting the knobs and pushing the buttons. Noises from radio stations came from it, none of them sounding right - some of them sounded like the people were underwater, others just sounded like static.

"He liked listening to muggle sports on it," she suddenly said. "Football. Rugby. Cricket. All of them. He liked sports. Muggle ones. He never was comfortable on a broom."

She let out a weak chuckle at that but it sounded more like she was trying not to cry. Before Remus could offer some sort of comfort, she had cleared her throat and rapidly blinked her eyes so she looked pretty much normal again. Which was fascinating to watch happen.

"I wanted to listen to some. Any of them, really. Just to... to..."

"Feel closer to him," Remus finished gently.

His mother-in-law nodded sharply. "Exactly." Then her gaze softened and she gestured at the radio. "I just don't know how to use it properly. I know there's some sort of sports channel on it but I don't know how to get to it." She gave him another sad smile. "Ted always did it. He was the only one who listened to the thing anyway."

She sounded almost sad at that. Like she was regretting not listening to football or cricket with Ted - Remus knew those had been his sports of choice. He also knew that Ted enjoyed listening (and watching) those sports by himself. He would have never asked anyone to do so with him. Listening to sports was his alone time, so to speak.

"There's also normally plays or dramas on some channels, as well as the muggle news. Music too, just like the Wizarding Wireless."

Remus actually preferred the plays on the muggle one. Well, he used to when he actually listened to plays. Wizarding one didn't seem to translate well to a radio. You had to see them. And they really weren't that affordable.

"I don't want to listen to plays or the news," Andromeda said in a short tone. "I want to listen to the sports. The sports that Ted listened to."

She didn't sound nearly as firm at the end of that as sentence. Which was extremely disconcerting to Remus. He had always known Andromeda to be in control. Always.

Remus suddenly got the urge to sit next to her.

"Why don't we see if we can figure out how to work this thing together?" He asked, holding his hand out for the radio.

Andromeda gave him a long, searching look before a brief smile appeared on her face.

"Sounds like a good idea," she agreed, handing it to him.