A/N: Ok, I realize that this has almost the same structure as one of my other fic one-shot-ish, but it was still begging to be written. So… forgive me?

Remus went home that night in a relatively good mood. He was ahead of his paper grading (which didn't really count since he was always ahead) and he had scrubbed the tiles of the kitchen spotless clean.

"Eh? That's odd. The Professor is usually still around up at seven."

He thought it best to not contradict their statement, by staying silent inside his room. Then, he walked quickly to the back gates of the apparition point to escape the probable hoard of students intending to keep him all night with their usual barrage of questions. Just after he crossed the line of the apparition-zone-free area outside of Hogwarts enchantment, he finally dissaparated home.

Remus Lupin gazed at their house. It was his parent's house he couldn't have the heart to sell yet. When he suggested selling it, Tonks went ahead and said she'd buy it herself than see it come to other's hands. He must admit he also dreaded that. But then, a fancy house was the first way to go whenever there is crisis. Looking back, he really was thankful for this woman.

The cottage was near the woods where the forest started on their left side. To their right was a vast moor with its soft grassy turf. There, on bright days when the weather was fine, Tonks would always insist on taking her shoes off and wiggle her feet. Teddy would imitate her then they would run as fast as their young limbs would carry them, while he usually just sat back on a chair with a book, occasionally glancing if they still managed to not trip. Then Teddy would tug at the hem of his robes. "Daddy, come. Come, daddy."

The sun was glaring bright on their rooftop in such a warm afternoon glow. Their tiles glinted as the bright sun hit it. He looked fondly on the roof with a satisfied smile. He had worked painstakingly on those while Tonks went off to work. It wouldn't do to have Tonks have leaking roof if she's inside. She and Teddy must not have any single leaking roof.

He finally went in. For as interesting was the greenery outside, inside was also worth a thousand days.

He was looking ahead to turning in early, and hoping Tonks was not kept long from work too. Perhaps he could cook a bit of pasta for them to eat over dinner.

But the sun's shine apparently did not reach their kitchen. He could hear clanging noises from inside. Remus' hand went into the doorframe only for him to withdraw it again when it touched something wet and sticky. Then he finally gazed his eyes in the state of their kitchen.

It seemed that all the scullery materials they all possessed were taken out of the cupboards (Ought I mention that there were extension charms?), and slopped with sticky materials of different colours that would rival Tonks' hair.

Tonks herself was trying to catch one from the frenzy hoard of potatoes trying to run away from her, who apparently had legs. The potatoes had legs. Potatoes on the floor, potatoes on the sink, potatoes everywhere.

Once it was Remus' life-long dream to see a kitchen full of potatoes ("And well never ever run out of potatoes ever…" he used to whisper in his sleep when he was a kid). He decided it was high time he crossed it out on his list.

"Gotcha!" Tonks dived and finally caught one.

"Get away from me you evil witch!" the potatoe screamed.

"Shut up you piece of food, get inside the pot! Your destiny is to be eaten in the food chain," Tonks tried to shove the potatoe to the boiling water, but it was desperately clutching the edge of the pot.

"Where's Remus? Remus cooks us better!" the potatoe said.

She sniffed, hurt for a second, then her face came back darkened. "Remus is not here."

"All hail Remus. All hail Remus, the Household god," said the uncaught potatoes in unison.

"Restorus!" Remus shouted arching his arms to wave his wand in one quick big sweeping motion.

The kitchen became stock-still. But Remus could not stop the smell something burnt.

"What happened here? Why were the potatoes alive?" asked Remus.

"I tried to charm them to chop and cook themselves just like what the witch weekly recipe says, but it didn't turn out well. But anyway Remus, I've learned something new today. If the recipe tells you THIS amount, you don't follow it. You have to believe in yourself. Believe in your gut feeling."

"..."

"Something wrong, dear?" said Tonks.

"Get out of the kitchen."

"I've improved! I joined cooking school and and-"

Remus put a hand to his eyes. "One session, last year."

"It was a three-hour session, I'll have you know!"

"Seriously Dora, get out of the kitchen."