Chapter: In Which Curtains Burn
MissLinuxthePenguin
Sirius Black was trying to work on his to-do list, but he was rudely interrupted as a loud knock rang through the house - shattering his ear drums and making his brain wish that it had gone into eternal darkness when it had the chance.
Regardless, how his brain felt about the situation, Sirius Black (only in soul and body, his mind was off sulking somewhere) sprinted down the stairs and joyfully pulled the front door open.
Only to be faced with the two red-headed twins that had been the cause of all his problems.
Without thinking, remember his brain is off sulking somewhere, he dived at the nearest twin and proceeded to attempt to strangle said twin...
MEANWHILE, IN THE KITCHEN.
"See, I told you it wasn't THAT bad." Tonks was trying to suppress the giggles that threatened to make her implode.
Remus Lupin growled in response. Apparently, werewolves do not enjoy wearing bright pink and green frilly aprons.
But then again, most eight year old boys also share this trait (of not enjoying wearing bright pink and green frilly aprons)...
Regardless, Remus was both a werewolf and an eight year old boy, who did not enjoy wearing bright pink and green frilly aprons.
"Its... rather fetc-" Tonks could not take it any longer, the giggles surrounded her entire being and she was forced to give in.
She got a scowl for that fit of laughter.
"So do you want to make these pancakes or not?" She was still laughing, and Remus tried to scowl again but it wasn't working.
Giggle "Yes. Ye-" Giggle "s. Give me a " Giggle "Moment" Giggle "Please" GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE.
He hate giggling, as most eight year old boys do.
At some point in time, the controllers of fate let this fate slip - informing every single eight year old girl. And so, the amount of giggling in the world increased by tenfold.
And that made Remus more irritated.
"Okay... I'm finished. Shall we attempt to create as much chaos as possible?"
"I honestly swear that I'm up to no good."
"Thats the spirit, Remus!"
And so, the two eight year olds set up the task of making chocolate chip pancakes. Tonks put herself in charge of the stove, cooking the cakes, and anything heat related (since Remus, apparently, had stove-phobia and looked deathly pale whenever she mentioned it). Leaving Remus in charge of making the batter.
Their plan was going along fine, wonderfully fine. There was chocolate on the curtains, flour on the floor, butter on the table and sugar on the counter. The batter was almost ready, and Remus only barely resembled a yeti.
Things were going wonderful - that is until ..
The stove was turned on- which eventually led to the justification of Remus' fear of stoves.
But until then, the stove was simply a stove. Nothing frightening about a stove, right? Do not overlook the fact that the stove was being commandeered by a eight year old girl with bright purple hair. Now, that is a frightening stove.
Remus, like you dear reader, just realized how dearly frightening it was. And slipped (on a puddle of flour water, no doubt).
It was as if a row of dominoes had been knocked over. Remus slipped into Tonks successfully throwing the bowl into the counter and spilling its contents onto the ground, who knocked into the stove successfully lighting the curtains on fire.
Which brought us back to the present day...
"BECAUSE OF YOU TWO, I'VE BEEN TRAPPED IN THIS GOD FORESAKEN HOUSE WITH THE SPAWNS OF THE DE-"
Sirius' rant was rudely interrupted as a loud crash rang through the house and smoke filled the air once more.
"Dear Merlin, not again."