Disclaimer: I own not the wonderful world of Harry Potter. I claim no ties
to them beside the disgusting amount of love and adoration. Let it be
known! These characters are owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling. She is a
goddess.
Notes: Humor? What? Pooka is becoming soft? Naw...thought you could use some amusement and a break from the ickiness...Well...enjoy!
So far, not even the sunlight streaming so happily into magicked windows, while birds sang morning hymns and children giggled delightfully, though were unseen, couldn't liven up the air in the kitchen. Sirius sat uncomfortably, dressed in a pair of boxers and slippers. Remus sat across from him, cup of tea in hand, watching the dark-haired man. Of course, this seemed horribly familiar, and not just because it had been going on for quite some time now, rather it was a younger version of them both that had repeated this.
Remus had been as polite as he could manage, and still Mrs. Black glared at him with the utmost disgust. Had Sirius told her that he was a werewolf? Remus shifted uncomfortably in his chair, sitting a bit straighter and sipping his tea.
A glance over at Sirius and James saw them both thoroughly undisturbed, possibly used to the glares disbursed by Mrs. Black, gorging themselves sickeningly. Down the table, Regulus sat by himself, picking at his food with a mournful expression. He almost seemed on the verge of tears. 'Is he always that sad?' Remus had time to think before the younger boy chanced to look up at him. A half-hearted glare was administered, before he picked up his plate and excused himself, softly, from the table.
Mrs. Black waved him on, and eyes still focused on Remus. "Lupin," she murmured, purring his name, almost tasting it. Sirius froze.
"Yes, ma'am?" Remus asked quietly.
"I don't believe I've heard that name before."
"No, ma'am?"
"No." She leaned forward a bit, in the pretense of sipping at her own cup of tea. "Is it a...muggle name?"
"No, ma'am."
"Hm. So you are pure-blooded?"
"My grandmother was muggle-born, ma'am."
"Gaining generations then."
"Ma'am?"
"Mrs. Black."
"What?"
"Call me Mrs. Black. It is my official name, and I feel rather like a ministry worker being called 'ma'am'."
"Sorry, ma—Mrs. Black."
"Quite all right." Mrs. Black stood, her cup apparently empty, she handed it over to the waiting Kreacher. "Tea time at noon. I expect you boys to be on your best behavior. Potter, Sirius...eat like decent young wizards. Your cousins will be in for tea."
"Which ones?" Sirius asked wryly.
"Narcissa, Andromeda and Bellatrix."
"Glee..." Sirius muttered darkly.
"Best behavior, Sirius Black." With that she turned on her toes and disappeared from the room.
Remus in his wolf-y pyjamas, James in his Snitch bottoms and Puddlemere United shirt, and Sirius in puppy boxers...obviously all had been given to the others as jokes on some holiday or birthday. Now that Mrs. Black and Regulus had left, all three boys sat in silent awkwardness.
"So..." Sirius said at last.
"So..." James repeated, nodding.
"So..." Remus said obligingly.
Sirius coughed softly. James went back to gorging himself on the eggs and bacon. Remus sipped his cup, trying to look dignified in the face of idiots...Sirius decided he was managing too well and threw a piece of bacon at him. James grinned over his eggs. Remus managed to look quite like a peeved cat caught in the rain.
Remus fell into the chair and stared at Sirius. "It's true then?"
Sirius nodded, looking ill. "Yes," he sniffed quietly.
"Not a joke? Godric...this can't be real...It just can't be happening!"
"Horrible, isn't it?"
"No, Sirius," Remus giggled and kicked the dark-haired man under the table. "It's wonderful!"
"No more James..." Sirius moaned.
"He's just getting married."
"I'm going to be all alone!" the Animagus wailed.
"Gee...what am I? Dog chow?"
"Not now!" Sirius buried his head in the crook of his arm, which was resting on the table. "I'm in the middle of mourning!"
"Bah. You're hopeless."
"What am I going to do all by myself?"
"Since Peter and I don't exist."
"No more pranks! The marauders have moved on!"
"Wow. I like being considered completely insubstantial."
Sirius jumped to his feet and grabbed Remus by the shoulders, "This is serious!"
"As I recall...You're Sirius." Remus wiggled free of Sirius' grip. "I'm Remus. James is the one getting married..."
Sirius wailed again.
Remus clapped a hand to his brow. "Oi."
Notes: Humor? What? Pooka is becoming soft? Naw...thought you could use some amusement and a break from the ickiness...Well...enjoy!
So far, not even the sunlight streaming so happily into magicked windows, while birds sang morning hymns and children giggled delightfully, though were unseen, couldn't liven up the air in the kitchen. Sirius sat uncomfortably, dressed in a pair of boxers and slippers. Remus sat across from him, cup of tea in hand, watching the dark-haired man. Of course, this seemed horribly familiar, and not just because it had been going on for quite some time now, rather it was a younger version of them both that had repeated this.
Remus had been as polite as he could manage, and still Mrs. Black glared at him with the utmost disgust. Had Sirius told her that he was a werewolf? Remus shifted uncomfortably in his chair, sitting a bit straighter and sipping his tea.
A glance over at Sirius and James saw them both thoroughly undisturbed, possibly used to the glares disbursed by Mrs. Black, gorging themselves sickeningly. Down the table, Regulus sat by himself, picking at his food with a mournful expression. He almost seemed on the verge of tears. 'Is he always that sad?' Remus had time to think before the younger boy chanced to look up at him. A half-hearted glare was administered, before he picked up his plate and excused himself, softly, from the table.
Mrs. Black waved him on, and eyes still focused on Remus. "Lupin," she murmured, purring his name, almost tasting it. Sirius froze.
"Yes, ma'am?" Remus asked quietly.
"I don't believe I've heard that name before."
"No, ma'am?"
"No." She leaned forward a bit, in the pretense of sipping at her own cup of tea. "Is it a...muggle name?"
"No, ma'am."
"Hm. So you are pure-blooded?"
"My grandmother was muggle-born, ma'am."
"Gaining generations then."
"Ma'am?"
"Mrs. Black."
"What?"
"Call me Mrs. Black. It is my official name, and I feel rather like a ministry worker being called 'ma'am'."
"Sorry, ma—Mrs. Black."
"Quite all right." Mrs. Black stood, her cup apparently empty, she handed it over to the waiting Kreacher. "Tea time at noon. I expect you boys to be on your best behavior. Potter, Sirius...eat like decent young wizards. Your cousins will be in for tea."
"Which ones?" Sirius asked wryly.
"Narcissa, Andromeda and Bellatrix."
"Glee..." Sirius muttered darkly.
"Best behavior, Sirius Black." With that she turned on her toes and disappeared from the room.
Remus in his wolf-y pyjamas, James in his Snitch bottoms and Puddlemere United shirt, and Sirius in puppy boxers...obviously all had been given to the others as jokes on some holiday or birthday. Now that Mrs. Black and Regulus had left, all three boys sat in silent awkwardness.
"So..." Sirius said at last.
"So..." James repeated, nodding.
"So..." Remus said obligingly.
Sirius coughed softly. James went back to gorging himself on the eggs and bacon. Remus sipped his cup, trying to look dignified in the face of idiots...Sirius decided he was managing too well and threw a piece of bacon at him. James grinned over his eggs. Remus managed to look quite like a peeved cat caught in the rain.
Remus fell into the chair and stared at Sirius. "It's true then?"
Sirius nodded, looking ill. "Yes," he sniffed quietly.
"Not a joke? Godric...this can't be real...It just can't be happening!"
"Horrible, isn't it?"
"No, Sirius," Remus giggled and kicked the dark-haired man under the table. "It's wonderful!"
"No more James..." Sirius moaned.
"He's just getting married."
"I'm going to be all alone!" the Animagus wailed.
"Gee...what am I? Dog chow?"
"Not now!" Sirius buried his head in the crook of his arm, which was resting on the table. "I'm in the middle of mourning!"
"Bah. You're hopeless."
"What am I going to do all by myself?"
"Since Peter and I don't exist."
"No more pranks! The marauders have moved on!"
"Wow. I like being considered completely insubstantial."
Sirius jumped to his feet and grabbed Remus by the shoulders, "This is serious!"
"As I recall...You're Sirius." Remus wiggled free of Sirius' grip. "I'm Remus. James is the one getting married..."
Sirius wailed again.
Remus clapped a hand to his brow. "Oi."