Discalmer: I don't own any of the charachters in the story, except for Astarael Lupin. All others are copyrighted J.K. Rowling and Kiara Lawrence.
Astarael Lupin raised rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly. Blinking through half open eyes, she surveyed her surrounding atmosphere. Her house was in a messy aray, with books, clothing and other magical items strewn all over the place. The couch was covered in clothes and two suit cases were open, looking as if they had just exploded.
Her glance into the kitchen made Astarael wince. Food and dinner ware was scattered all over the counters. Cocking an eyebrow, she assumed she might as well get started cleaning. A small snore next to Astarael reminded her of her sleeping husband. She looked at Remus, so peaceful with his closed eyes and touseled-grayish hair. Astarael smiled, adjusted her sleeping robes and lazed a hand on Remus's rising chest. He stirred ever so slightly under her touch, then went on sleeping.
Their late night arrival from the honeymoon had left the pair tired and hungry. Astarael smiled at thought of the makeshift dinner Remus and herself had concocted last night. She shook her head stepped out of the bed and onto the cold wooden floor. She shivered as the warmth in her feet fled. Pulling on a pair of warm flannel pants, Astarael started for the kitchen with thoughts of breakfast in mind. After she cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, a few couple cleaning spells took care of the food residue on the counters.
A yawn from the bedroom foretold Remus's awakening. He hollered.
I'm here! Astarael called, What do you want for breakfast?
came Remus's pondering hum, how about........pancakes and bacon?
Astarael said. She looked about her. Now that every thing was put away and cleaned up, it seemed a pity to make a mess. Grasping her wand in her hand, Astarael took a breath and began to chant spells and charms, which brought dishes and food flying out from all of the different cubords. Two frying pans coasted out of one cubord and settled them selfs on to the stove. A small flick and muttered words induced the burners to heat up and two small pads of butter slid gently around the inside of the pans, greasing them just right. A bowl and a spoon cruised out of their cubords and dropped on the counter. following them was a bag of flour, sugar, baking soda, salt, and a cup of water. after dumping the right amounts of each item into the bowl, Astarael, using a flick of her wand, sent the spoon, spinning round and round, into the bowl to mix the ingredients. While the batter was mixing, Astarael waved two plates, two forks and two glasses out and onto the instantly set table. A kettle was filled with water and set to boil on the stove, along with the two pans. The batter was done and was spoon gently onto the hot frying pan. Astarael smiled at her handiwork and though to herself, I pity the muggles. Remus shuffled in, looking rather tired, seeing he had waken up nearly ten minutes ago. He brittened, however, when he saw the mass of activity going on and that it would not be far till breakfast was ready.
I always knew you were good at charming, he said to Astarael as he walked up behind her and intwined his arms around her. Remus leaned dwon and planted a kiss gently on her cheek. Astarael, smiled up at him and leaned back into his embrace.
